Return

Thanks to the detour it took them an addition thirty five minutes to make their way to where the truck was hidden. Leon and the others were already there waiting on them.

They were loading supplies onto the back of the track before passengers could board.

Upon her return Mark seemed even more antagonistic towards her as he glared at her with animosity in his eyes.

Didn't that rat bastard have anything to do, surely Leon could have assigned him some task that would keep him busy and his mind occupied.

It wasn't her place to suggest that Leon do anything, in the ratbeast world Leon's word was more precious than gold.

Leon had been obstinate as a human and it only worsened tenfold now that he was king of the ratbeasts.

"Cool down, Mark," his fellow fat ratbeast said while patting Mark on his back.

"I just can't wrap my head around it, how can a puny human, a weakling of a girl. Kill Vincent with not even a weapon."