Chapter 115: JACOBS POV.
He bowed his upper body deeply, his hands shaking as they pressed against his trousers.
He looked absolutely terrified that I might decide to shatter Flounder's hands next, just like I had shattered the iron blade.
"It's alright, mistakes tend to happen from time to time," I said smoothly.
Not wanting to give the old man a hard time, I accepted the apology without making a massive fuss.
Rudwig was a good man who was simply trying to keep his group alive under terrible conditions, and he didn't deserve to suffer just because his companion was an absolute blockhead.
I let the dark scales on my right hand recede, the skin returning to its normal appearance in a brief blur.
I then clapped my hands, brushing off a few tiny flecks of broken iron that had stuck to my palm, letting them fall onto the floorboards with a series of quiet clicks.
