Chapitre 259: Scene CCLIX — Longed for Return…

“… Let us take care of yer wounds first-?!”

“If ya won’t help, I’ll crawl up there on my own…”

“… A’ight. Calm down, boy... I’ll help ya.” — Going back to support him after being pushed away, Otrur Nolsvun sighed at the man’s insane determination even in what would scare any eye for red was over his torn attire, deciding to help as the man wished; walking him through the middle of the village from which many murmured joyful at the unexpected arrival of the owner of Sortnafeigr. Keeping hushed in their wish to celebrate as the glare of the warlock told them not to, in respect to the other head’s state.

However… one of the loudest, followed the glare’s order mischievously. Unable to let the rejoice be kept in simple hush and delighted murmurs.

“Gruuoouh….” — Solemn, Hrom commenced with thrilled spirit.

A guttural yet peaceful growl, almost a purr… the villagers started to sing in celebration of the Archduke’s arrival.

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