Bab 327: Black Fang's Demand

"I'm sick of the fucking forest. Fuck the Trials too! I came here expecting a party of the likes I've never seen before, but I spend most of my time going from forest to fucking forest!" Soren shouted with frustration. As a disinherited noble I imagine this way of life is something he needs so time to adjust to.

"It's not that bad, geo boy." Gragan tried to cheer him up. Despite her not being a very smart person, the axe-wielder giantess was definitely one of the kinder souls out of all the Phenom candidates present in the group.

"I'm not 'geo boy'! Call me Lord Soren." The delulu was strong with this one.

At least he lessened Lyra's humiliation. Her iron collar was no longer attached to a leash. This allowed her to fight much better, perhaps also because a semblance of honor returned to her due to not being dragged around like a guard dog.