In an instant, Ellie Miller was pulled behind the Duke.
The white battle bear landed on all fours.
With a 'thud,' the ground shook slightly.
There was a person riding on the bear's back.
Against the light, Ellie couldn't see his face clearly. It wasn't until he swung his long leg and slid sideways off the bear's back.
He was a tall, burly man, with silver short hair like spikes, a silver hoop earring on his left ear, and a scar running through his right eye.
Was he actually taller and more robust than Artor, who stood at one meter ninety-five?!
Standing in front of Ellie, he was like a miniature Wizard's Tower.
"Let's go inside for a chat." The man nodded familiarly at Ellie, then addressed Artor.
It was clear that he was the Duke of the North, Wolf Winterwolf.
The Winter Wolf Duke exuded a bandit's air from long-term slaughter.
To put it figuratively, he was a lot like a honey badger on the prairie.
