Chapter 114
In a dim, slightly run-down house, a man paced back and forth, clearly anxious. He moved restlessly, as though weighed down by thoughts too tangled to unravel. Every so often, he peeked out the window, his eyes sharp with unease.
"Will that incident happen again?" he muttered, his face clouded with worry.
His mind flashed back to the day a drunk, middle-aged man had entered a young man’s house... and never came back out.
"No... no, that won’t happen again. That guy’s seriously strong," he said aloud, trying to silence his own doubts.
The anxious man was none other than Equus. He hadn’t slept a wink since witnessing something that left him deeply unsettled.
While attempting to distract himself with anything else, he had spotted a suspicious figure approaching Clayton’s house. The sheer pressure radiating from the man—completely unrestrained—told Equus that he was no ordinary person.
A Six-Star Mage Apprentice.
Equus’s eyes went wide. Curiosity seized him, and he couldn’t look away. Still, he kept his senses partially closed off—just in case the stranger could detect him.
Moments later, faint sounds of chaos reached him from Clayton’s house. He didn’t know how to react. Part of him felt a twisted relief—maybe Clayton was finally in trouble. But another part whispered fearfully, What if that stranger doesn’t stop with Clayton? What if the conflict spreads—and reaches me?
Not wanting to misjudge the situation, Equus sharpened his hearing. Despite the rain and thunder, he concentrated hard and caught muffled sounds of battle.
Now he was truly torn. A part of him hoped for Clayton’s demise.