After coming out of the city hall, Nick dragged his feet back to his assigned post. Although he continued to move and his artifact was activating again, his movements appeared soulless. 

‘What should I do?’ That was all he thought of. Before he realized it, he was in front of the scarecrow again. The scarecrow was still wearing his daughter’s shredded clothes blotted in blood. As he stared at it, it seemed to laugh at him cruelly.

Sling! He unsheathed his sword but didn’t swing it immediately. He carefully removed his daughter’s clothes from the scarecrow, leaving only its bare, shabby body left. There was no need for him to hesitate now.

Bam! Nick’s sword struck the scarecrow once, twice, and thrice. A series of heavy blows struck the scarecrow and changed it into crumbled wooden pieces and scattered everywhere. Yet, Nick wasn’t satisfied and stomped the small wooden pieces into even smaller pieces.

“Haa! Haa!” Nick heaved. He wasn’t tired by this much. Although he was weaker in comparison to Til and oversaw domestic duties in the Wolf’s Canine, he was still the vice-captain....