We had him.

Blevine looks at Wolford straight in his eyes, her determination visible to Wolford.

"Ho... What's with that look?" Wolford asked.

Blevine took a deep breath, her large breast moving with her breath.

"I hope you, not a person who had a little temper," Blevine said; her worry was visible in her words.

"Tell me then... Do you have someone that I've just described?"

Blevine lips quivered, but she didn't let her fear take over her; her pack gaze did not let her. She knows that giving up on her fear was something that would cause her to regret it even after death.

"A middle-aged man, this person had short hair; his frame was a little bulky as well, right?" Blevine asked for confirmation.

"Yes. Like you've said, this person would be my pathetic father."

Blevine was a little baffled hearing Wolford's words.

"O-Ok..."

'Do humans usually add pathetic words to describe their father.' Blevine subconsciously asked herself.