Victor Enters the Adventurers Guild
Evelyne hesitated for a moment before following Victor.
"All right, Master. I'll come with you."
Her voice was calm, though a hint of curiosity slipped through.
Victor glanced back at her.
"Good."
With that, he continued down the road.
His long black hair swayed gently as he walked. His golden eyes remained fixed on the distant city. Beneath his golden jacket, his black shirt still bore faint traces of the battle he had just survived.
Evelyne followed a few steps behind him.
She couldn't help watching him.
There was something unusual about her master.
He had just emerged from a deadly battle. His body had suffered serious injuries, and the encounter had pushed him into a situation where even the slightest mistake could have cost him his life.
Yet here he was, walking toward the city as if nothing particularly important had happened.
