Lucas Grave

The man who was the leader looked slim, and he held a long sword. The rest of the party consisted of just men, five in number.

"Hey kid, why don't you let us take a look at your pet?" The man asked with a smile that could make the devil cringe.

"Why do you idiots never do any research before acting? Why don't you think?" Silva asked.

"What the hell did you say?" The man asked as he grabbed Silva by the neck.

People saw what was happening, and when those who knew Silva realized it was him, they started talking.

"Isn't that Silva?" One asked.

"Yeah, it's him. Seems someone is picking on him."

"The hell? Do they want an early death?"

The man holding onto Silva heard some of the conversations but didn't understand why. Who was Silva?

"Do you even know how to use your head? A twelve-year-old walks around with a massive tiger beside him, yet no one has tried to do anything to him," Silva said.