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Chapter 369
Chapter 369
How many of them were coming? It was becoming chaotic.
The Owlbear turned its gaze to the one who had just spoken.
"Enkrid?"
The monster recognized yet another familiar face and unconsciously uttered his name.
Enkrid swept his eyes around, taking in the gathered figures before finally locking onto the one wearing the feathered hat.
Their eyes met.
In that moment, Enkrid organized several facts in his mind.
The opponent knew him.
The opponent was likely a noble.
They were connected to the Black Blade.
They were in the process of transforming into a monster.
They knew how to wield that transformation.
Those brown eyes resembled someone he knew.
Then, a name surfaced in his mind— a trained physique, the stench of indulgence, an insistence on etiquette.
Someone who had become difficult to meet afterward.
But wasn’t he once under Count Molsen?
So, did that mean Count Molsen and the Black Blade were in the same boat?
A few new questions arose, but since he was confident of the person's identity, Enkrid spoke.
"Viscount Bentra?"
The realization was instant, a confirmation from his finely tuned instincts.
Bentra, at that moment, also understood why these faces were familiar.
He had brushed past them once at the royal palace entrance.
And the moment he realized this, he kicked off the ground.
He was trying to escape.
Because he knew what these lunatics— the so-called Mad Platoon— had done.
But his escape was doomed to fail.
Whoosh!
The moment he leaped, a spinning disc came hurtling toward him.
His instincts screamed at him— jumping up meant death!
It was a throwing axe, ridiculously fast. Even with a monster’s body, he knew he couldn’t block it head-on.
The Owlbear did not leap upward but instead tucked its head down, curling its body.
He aborted his escape and froze in place.
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