The wolf with green mane shed tears and grieved.

"Do you resent me?"

When asked by the person called the benevolent saintess of the world, the wolf bowed his head.

"I don't resent you. You did your best. It was just beyond your ability to treat Hyung-nim."

"But..."

The wolf firmly cut off the saintess. "My brother was a great warrior, braver and prouder than anyone else. Hyung-nim’s death was more glorious than anyone else. That's why I don't resent anyone. You don't have to be the object of hatred for me. I'm also a great warrior."

Although those were his words, he couldn't hide his tears.

An old man praised as the current king patted his dragon's neck and told a gray-haired young man. "It's a day that makes you hungry for alcohol. Kid, bring out the alcohol.”

The gray-haired genius, who normally would have gotten angry and said not to call him a kid, took out hard liquor from his pocket space without a word.

It was unknown whether he was distracted by the pain from the terrible healing potion treating his penetrating abdominal wound or sad about losing his comrade, the old man drank hard liquor with his single arm.

The Guardian...