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Wallace tilted his head, his face gaze fixated on Senmut. "Do you think I care about Sunspots?" he asked, his voice carrying a hint of disdain. It was true that he had followed his brother's trail, but it was merely coincidental that they had ended up in the same vicinity. Wallace hadn't had any intention of actually encountering his brother.


"Please, forgive me if I seemed disrespectful," he added, softening his tone slightly, a flicker of politeness emerging. Then, his gaze shifted to Zaahira as she spoke. "If that's what you believe, Zaahira, then so be it. But a crow can never be an eagle; it will always remain a scavenger," he murmured, his words carrying a touch of condescension.

Siting once again, he continued, his wolf form settling comfortably. "From what I understand, your queen has the final say. You all are merely her servants... or what do you call yourselves? Mazoi?" he said, his tone tinged with a mocking tone. A smug smile played on his lips. "You can do as you wish, but I have every right to stay here until I speak with your queen."