5 minutes later, we discovered the Rush Bulls.
There were 3 of them. …It seemed like the perfect number.
‘There are your monsters.’
‘…Where?’
And so I pointed at the Rush Bulls.
The Proud Wolf looked towards them hesitantly.
‘Hah! Those guys look really weak!”
He suddenly sounded very cheerful.
Apparently, he regarded the Rush Bulls as being weaker than him.
‘Proud Wolf. Will you do it for us?’
‘Leave it to me! I’ll wipe those weaklings out in no time!’
The Proud Wolf said happily as he charged forward.
Perhaps it was a characteristic of Proud Wolves to become cheerful when facing weaker enemies.
When I had first met him, he had attacked me quite menacingly. But then he shrunk down the moment he realized that he couldn’t win.
As I thought about this—the assassins also noticed that the battle had started.
‘Oh, he’s encountered a monster.’
‘What monster?’
‘3 Rush Bulls. Well, they’re small fry.’
“…Well, it’s still a fight. We should get a closer look.’
It seemed like they were going to come closer to watch.
…Hmm. I was actually quite grateful for that. The Proud Wolf didn’t usually fight, so he might as well have a bigger audience.
As soon as they saw that I was just an ordinary Tamer, they would take me off of the assassination list.