[Black Wolf tribe]
"You did not find them?" A chilling voice rang inside the Black Wolf tribe. The royal guards, who were once proud of what they did by serving the royal family and defending their tribe, now stood in shame as a Beastman of another tribe berated them. The one in front of them was not their king, not their tribesmen, nor a confidant, and yet he had the highest position in their tribe at the moment.
Gregory felt like he was going insane. His rage knew no bounds and bloodlust burned inside him. From the moment Iria disappeared, he was nothing more than a walking corpse. He couldn't even attack her daughter to blackmail his love to return to him. There was not enough energy left in him when he didn't even know where Iria was hiding. How could he threaten her when she was nowhere to be found? She was very right in her judgment about him. Just like she had calculated, he crumbled the moment she left making it impossible for him to attack her daughter.
