Sean McCann

I was planning to visit the chief of the mystic wolves,” I said.

Her beauty was so divine as to make me think she’d been cut from a portrait of the holy mother.

“It’s fine to ask questions, but think for yourself first,” Moyugi snapped. “To put it simply, you look up to me as some sort of superior, and you were looking for me to give you orders, right? In other words, you’re an idiot. They say an idiot is what you make of him, and, it goes without saying, I could make good use of you. What do you say to that, Haruhiro-kun the idiot?”