"Cough! Myne, you are still very young, you shouldn't be so cold toward your own race, but still, since you help my people I decide to forgive your race this time," Jor seeing that he can't save his ass fooling Myne with a word game, he shamelessly change the subject.
"Jor, enough now, neither Myne nor I care about what you do with Humes, the only thing I wanted to know is how you want to settle this matter of almost killing my kid?"
"Well, about that..."
Jor who didn't expect that Fenrir would still hold on to this matter, could only speak awkwardly, clearly he didn't know what to say. Jor let out a deep sigh before falling silent.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!