"Y-Your Majesty…!"
"Something terrible has happened—"
"The young master… he's been returned!"
"He's back…"
The Wolf King, who had only just recovered from his injuries after the war with the insectoid armies and had hoped to finally enjoy a peaceful sleep, jolted upright in bed the moment he heard those words.
"What did you just say?" He grabbed the First Elder's arm tightly. "Xarion… has been returned?"
The First Elder looked as though he might burst into tears. "Just now, some clan members rushed over to report it. They said the young master has come back. What else could it mean except that he was returned?"
The Wolf King felt a sharp ache in his chest. His head throbbed too.
For a moment, he thought he might meet the Beast God on the spot.
