Harold did not hide the flicker of amusement in his eyes. A woman in the middle stage of the Sky Realm, and yet she had contracted with a Beast King without realizing it.
That alone was absurd enough to make even him feel entertained.
More interesting still was the fact that she stood before him with clear vigilance and composure, not the slightest hint of panic or greed.
When her gaze met his, she did not flinch from the savage chill and killing intent hidden beneath his calm exterior. This woman was clearly far more than what she appeared to be.
His injury was no trivial matter either.
The wound at his chest had already disrupted the circulation of his mana, and if it continued unchecked, it would worsen with time.
If he could obtain even a drop of blood from the Beast King, the restorative power contained within it would allow his injuries to heal at a terrifying speed. For him, this was an opportunity he had no intention of letting slip.
