The Return of the Iron-blood Sword Hound

A night with a bright moon.

Vikir silently stepped out into the wilderness of the Imperial City.

Beside him, Minpin drove the carriage.

"It's me, Mr. .... What monster are you trying to catch?"

Minpin had gotten a taste of Vikir's power and temper, and was treating him with great caution.

That was why he had personally responded to Vikir's request for a guide.

He knew that if he offended the madman, he would lose a valuable member of his guild.

But Vikir didn't care much for Minpin's intentions.

"Considering that I'm a student at the academy, it's not too strange that I caught so many of them."

"Aha."

Minpin nodded at Vikir's words.