Still Too Weak

For a whole day after the meeting with the king and the advisor/prime minister of the wingsman clan, Albert went straight away into the hiding position, remaining still, with no body movement, a calculated breath, and sharp senses.

Frankly, Albert didn’t see any point in this game until he heard the bombing sound go off right off the bat.

The bombs were set under the traps. And he was talking about countless traps, at the most sketchy places. The fact that the bombs simultaneously went off was like music to his ears, making him jittery.

There’s only one explanation for what is going on.

Either Shadow unintentionally set off the bombs or it was intentional and acting like an actual lunatic.

“The hell…”

At first, he thought he was safe, hiding inside the thick bushes, next to the normal tree.

Step, step, step.

The sudden deliberate hurried steps resonated dangerously close to him, hovering around as if she was testing the water.

“What the,” he muttered as he levered himself up from hi