Number One Fan Part III

“Thank you.” Joke showed a faint smile. “You’re quite good at mending wounds.”

“Heh… How many times do you think I’ve had to deal with stray dogs like them? That was why I said the cut you had was just a small scratch to me.”

Wolf nonchalantly said as he threw first aid items back into the box that seemed to contain various medicines and instruments for taking care of injuries. Undoubtedly, he must be as experienced as he claimed.

“Hey, hey, dad. So, you’re really Mr. Joker’s friend?”

Someone started pestering them again after being scolded and ordered to remain quiet until Joke finished tending his wound. As soon as he had accomplished that order, enthusiasm returned to the boy once more. He kept shaking his “father”’s arm.

“Not a friend. Something happened, so I took him home to patch up.”

The boy made a sulking face at his father’s flat reply. He then turned to Joke instead.

“Are you really not friends, Mr. Joker?”