"Those two were like mountains planted right in front of us. Even though they knew that we have excellent geniuses in third-grade worlds who can squash them, they acted like they'd never met any! Well, they finally met one now, and I feel so much better."
Frederick nodded emphatically. Their group was made to go against the Hunting Alliance. They might not be willing to admit defeat, but some things would still come true even if they did not expect it, just like Len had said. They finally managed to vent some of their frustrations.
Fane looked at the three that were on the ground with a cold look, his smirk matching the apathy on his face. No one knew what he was thinking, but when they saw Fane's expression, it was obvious he was in an unforgiving mood.
Fane furrowed his eyebrows as he looked toward the east where they had just come from.
Frederick looked at Fane before he whispered to Len, "Why do I feel like he's waiting for someone?"
The moment he said that, he could hear footsteps coming from the east. Everyone was on alert as they looked toward the direction before spotting a familiar face running towards them with a happy look.
He ran as he waved, "Don't be afraid, everyone—it's me!"
It was Alfred. Even though he had not recovered, he had already forgotten all about the pain in his body in his apparent excitement.
As he ran over, he looked toward Fane, visibly worried as though Fane would vanish if he was to take his eyes off of him. Fane's lips curled up, liking Alfred's personality more and more.
When he arrived next to Fane, he started to pant, having ran his entire way here.
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