The mounted officer, towering above, berated loudly, "Worthless! An entire smuggling caravan disappeared within your jurisdiction! Are you neglecting your duty or were you in on this all along? Speak!"
The lieutenant remained silent, flames nearly leaping from his eyes.
The guard beside the officer noticed the lieutenant's gaze. He nudged his horse a step forward, subtly positioning himself between the lieutenant and the officer, his right hand gripped tightly around his sword hilt.
The officer thought he was dealing with an incompetent low-ranking military official; he did not realize that he was facing a spellcaster on the brink of losing control.
Winters Montagne was on the verge of losing control.
Since the moment he had been escorted to Paratu, Winters's negative emotions had been accumulating, and even he had not realized it.
Even on the harshest days on the islands, he always had supportive people around him. But in Wolf Town, he was alone.