On the other side.
Within the borders of The Crimson See, inside an inn in a small town.
During this time, he had swept through several cities with his three Beastbonds.
At this moment.
Aster Grant helplessly held up the silver-haired little girl in his arms, trying to negotiate with her:
"Little one, how about letting the older sisters take you for a bath?"
As someone of Commander Level strength, he and his Beastbonds could stay clean without needing to wash.
But this little one was different...
Days of traveling had left a faint scent on her.
Aster Grant, although not a clean freak, didn't like carrying around a dirty little child.
Especially since this little girl insisted on sticking to him.
Recently, he hadn't even had the chance to battle.
But this was to the liking of the Beastbonds.
If Aster didn't fight, there would be no danger.
"Hm..."
The little girl usually seemed a bit absentminded.
