Hugo woke up after being unconscious for a long time. A pang of drowsiness swept through his head. He furrowed his brows, tossed and turned, and then realized that his body didn’t seem to be in such a bad state.

Only after confirming that his right arm, which had been pierced by a bolt, was fine did Hugo realize that he was in an unfamiliar room.

As he laid there blinking dazedly, he saw some makeshift soundproofing on the other side of the wall. Hugo peeked at the hallway from the small gap in the door.

“The treatment is done. It wasn’t like I went easy on him either…. I still vividly remember how he moved. It was like watching a panther.”

“Fufu, I was surprised too.”

A familiar voice rang out.

Hugo knew who the two voices belonged to. The members of a team that supported Sicilia in the internal conflict, a team that owned a building despite their small size—Raison D'être.

The aged voice must belong to Jang Maldong, who was given the title of Master by Haramark’s king, and the deep, low voice must belong to Edward Dylan, Haramark’s elite Archer.

In that case, the woman who sent him flying must be Chung Chohong, the Slaughterer.

‘Why…?’

Why did they spare him and even treat his injuries?

Hugo wasn’t without questions, but his animalistic instincts told him to first eavesdrop on their conversation.

“By the way, are you acquainted with that friend?”

“No, I saw him for the first time today.”

“Then why did you go out of your way to save him?”

“Mm….”

Jang Maldong trailed off. Hugo was just as curious as the others.

“I don’t know. I...