"Do not act rashly; this is not the place for you to swing your axe." Perhaps guessing what was going on inside Huntington's heated head, Isaac felt a bit helpless, but Isaac's hand still held tight without letting go. Isaac lowered his voice just enough for the two of them to hear: "You must trust Milady. She never does anything without being sure of victory."
Huntington stared with large, bloodshot eyes, facing Isaac, the huffing breath from Huntington's nose puffing out in faint clouds of white mist. If it were anyone else, facing a giant demi-human in a rage, they would have long been intimidated by Huntington's murderous aura. After all, Huntington was an adventurer who had experienced countless life-and-death battles, with hands stained not only by the blood of beasts but also the blood of enemies.
