In one of the villas atop the mountain, a teenage boy looked in the direction of the Plaza of the Brave with a pout.
This teenager was none other than Vlad. He had this pout since yesterday, ever since he accidentally overheard a conversation during the meeting.
"Would you like to become one of my vassals?"
The invitation hadn't been directed at him.
Instead, Brent was the lucky guy, and Leone was the one who proposed. Vlad understood that his grudge was misplaced.
Brent was a good person. At least, that was Vlad had observed since the new chieftain of the Bonegnash Tribe arrived in the Grimjaw Mountain.
The Bonegnash Tribe was once a high-ranking tribe.
But now?
They were now considered a low-ranking tribe.
A Tribe that had fallen from grace, and many believed that they could no longer reclaim the glory that they once had.
Even so, that didn't matter to the teenage boy right now.
"Unfair…" Vlad's cheeks puffed more after remembering that moment.
