Capítulo 42: Poison Wyvern Hunt (1)

Amara von Vael was not certain how many arms were protruding from Grey's exoskeleton body as she witnessed this Mutant, who was holding a silver-bladed sword that appeared to be untouched, sharp, and new, swept the low-rank monsters in the dungeon that had yet to discover by society due to its deep location that was uncharted territory in the eyes of present society.

However, if there was one thing that she couldn't comprehend, it was the gradual comfort she was feeling while treading from behind.

'If he wanted to, I'd already be dead. This means this isn't a trap… and that he truly wants to fulfill the commission I asked.' Amara inwardly mumbled, her trust slowly developing.

"Grey, I-I'll do the looting of materials! That's the least I can do!" She spoke, seeing Grey brandishing the Anon Spell Blade tainted with greenish, sticky blood because of the undead monsters that were not completely skeletal in nature.