Nikolai expected some huge revelation or sudden attack when he knocked Valan unconscious, but there was nothing.
"Nikolai, is that you?"
A familiar voice sounded from behind him—it was Ivan, his father. Though he looked a bit roughed up, the other elders and clansmen looked far worse. "What happened to you?"
Ivan asked this, but his eyes widened when he looked at Nikolai's chest wound. He knew it was nothing serious, but Ivan couldn't just shrug it off. He rushed over to his son and eagerly checked his chest, the wounds from before he transformed taking a little longer to heal because of the cursed silver that had first entered his body through the wine.
"Father... they are linked to the SSS and the development of that accursed bullet."
"Damn it! Are you okay? Your body, it doesn't hurt... you can tell me, Nikolai..." His father hugged him close, which surprised him.
"Ahem... it seems our little nephew is hurt?"
"Oh my, father and son bonding... how cute."
