Julian scrambled up, his entire body aching.
When he looked up and saw Rowan, he felt significantly more reassured compared to facing that ferocious venomous snake. He immediately transformed back into his human form, looking miserably soaking wet, his hair plastered to his face: "Hey, Omegina! Don't attack, I only came to ask for a little water, just borrowing a bath for a bit! Is there a need to be so fierce, chasing me to the bitter end?"
Hearing Julian suddenly call him Omegina—the title he detested the most—Rowan was displeased, his eyebrows instantly knitting together to form a deep crease.
He pulled out the carefully sharpened, razor-sharp stone knife at his waist, took a step forward, and pressed the cold blade against Julian's carotid artery: "Why do you still dare to come here? Don't you remember how you were beaten half to death last time? Or are you tired of living?"
