As they continued on their way and were just about to pass the familiar inn to leave the city, a thunderous voice cut through the air.
"Who the hell killed my son?"
Along with the loud bellow, a large figure rushed toward the location of Titan and the others, including the king.
The king stepped forward immediately. He couldn't let Jarhard disturb Arthur and the rest. Didn't he see the monstrosity accompanying them in the form of Titan?
Did he want to lose his life?
"Jarhard, what are you trying to do?" The moment the village head stepped forward, he glared at the man in front of him.
Jarhard was a man of similar age to Rodrick. With a slightly pudgy stature and a round face, he didn't look as dignified as him, but Rodrick couldn't show any disrespect since the man was the king of another village not too far away.
Staring at him with curiosity to understand why Jarhard came to his village despite their unanimous agreement, he waited for his reply.
