The lingering howl of the wolf echoed, mournful and prolonged.
When Losa arrived at the scene, Hans had already donned his previously discarded equipment.
He picked up the bent Armed Sword from the ground, his face full of distress.
Although its quality had been upgraded to five-star, this Armed Sword that had accompanied him into this world did not get enhanced; it remained just an ordinary weapon.
"Don't be heartbroken, I'll have Marles reforged a Treasure Sword for you."
Losa approached the werewolf's corpse, amazed at the massive size of the wolf carcass. He looked up and stared at Hans, asking, "Did you kill it?"
"Yes."
Hans displayed a complex expression of both longing for praise and fear of reprimand.
After all, he's still a child.
Losa mused inwardly, but his face turned serious as he said, "Next time, remember to notify beforehand, don't act recklessly, prioritize your safety above all."
