"There are quite a few of them..."
Luka leaned back, rubbing his chin, taking a moment to think. Though he could easily deal with them using his powers, peeking at the rookie archers and warriors behind Vaun in the distance, he shook his head.
'That's not good, they'll never grow at this rate.'
"I'll act as the bait and bring them here."
"W-What!? Shouldn't it be me? I'm clearly the most suited for the task!" Brea complained.
He couldn't deny it.
A Templar could inflict massive damage to any corrupted creature or monster.
However, he still shook his head.
He placed a hand on her shoulder and looked into her eyes.
After mutating into a different race, his height grew enough to surpass Brea, who was much taller than he was at first. Her body quivered slightly the moment he touched her, giving him the chance to speak.
"I need you to protect the weaker men, the rookies and Vaun."
"V-Vaun Weak...!?"
Brea glanced back at the grey-haired male, her mouth agape.
