*Thud.*
The loud impact made the receptionist flinch. Her eyes darted to the counter—
And froze.
There, resting heavily on the polished wood, was the severed head of a giant wolf.
Not just any wolf—the infamous Beast that had haunted the surrounding woods for years.
Her breath caught in her throat as she slowly looked up at the person who brought it in.
And her fear only deepened.
Hades stood there, still soaked in blood. The dried crimson clung to his clothes, his hair, even his skin. No matter how much he tried to suppress it, a suffocating wave of killing intent clung to him like a second skin.
She instinctively stepped back.
"Y-You hunted it?" she asked, trying to steady her voice.
Hades gave a simple nod. "The rest of its body is in the clearing where it usually nests. You know the place."
The receptionist did. Everyone in the guild did.
