The unease wasn't from the danger itself, but from her.
He suddenly realized his perception of her was outdated.
She was no longer the weakling who needed protection.
He looked down at the person curled up in his arms, inexplicably reaching out to pull her in for comfort.
However, he was never good at expressing himself, and even words of comfort came out stiff and formal.
He wanted to say, "You did well."
But what came out was the formulaic, "I'm sorry you were startled."
At this moment, the patrol team arrived.
Three members fully armed, marching neatly through the alley entrance.
They wielded long rifles, with tactical vests marked with caution numbers, and carried electric batons and communicators at their waists.
The leading member quickly scanned the scene.
After confirming safety, he immediately saluted Caleb Shaw with a perfect military gesture.
"Commander!"
One of them quickly checked the vital signs of the fallen Beastman.
