The air was filled with the smell of blood.
"Uncle Leon, what do you think of the family now?"
"Ah, why ask this all of a sudden?"
The Wolf Race girl on the city wall, wearing a fitted leather jacket and jeans, was wiping the bloodstained longsword in her hand.
Centurion Leon, with a blood-soaked cigarette in his mouth, struck several matches but failed to light it, simply holding it again as he pondered Chelina's question.
"Initially, I was puzzled by my eldest cousin's decision. After all, abandoning the name Basilicata to take in wanderers, even as the Clan Leader, caused quite a stir. But after spending time with these new clan members, thinking it over, it doesn't seem bad at all."
"You've been away too long; it's normal to feel unfamiliar when you first return. You'll grow fond of these new clan members once you get used to it."
