Chapter 30
In a quiet alleyway, a sly-looking man stood grinning as he watched a nearby house, barely able to contain his excitement.
"Hahaha! Clayton, what can you possibly do now after all that?!" he muttered under his breath.
That man was none other than Bravus. Ever since he'd thrown the branch that triggered the chaos, he had remained hidden, observing to make sure his plan unfolded perfectly.
Now that the commotion had died down and a crowd had gathered near the house, Bravus felt it was the perfect time to make his move. Dropping his caution, he casually strolled toward the scene, blending in with the others.
He was certain Clayton was dead. After all that destruction, there was no way someone like him could've survived. The only thing that surprised Bravus was how long Clayton had lasted against such a ferocious beast. Still, he quickly brushed the thought aside—what mattered now was that Clayton was gone.
With confident strides, Bravus approached the house.
But as he got closer, the smug grin on his face froze—stiff as a poorly pressed shirt.
From a distance, he saw not Clayton's lifeless body, but the wild boar lying dead. Worse still, Clayton stood nearby, perfectly fine and casually chatting with others as if nothing had happened.
Bravus was stunned. He blinked. He rubbed his eyes, hoping it was some kind of illusion. But no matter how many times he looked, the scene didn't change.
Clenching his teeth, Bravus glanced between the boar and Clayton, trying to make sense of it. That's when his gaze accidentally locked with Arthur, who was watching him curiously.
Bravus quickly looked away, cursing under his breath. How is that guy still alive?! Furious and humiliated, he turned and slipped away into the crowd.