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"WUAAAAAA!!!! WOLF, SAVE MEEE!"
Wolf's eyes lit up. He grabbed his dagger and dashed as fast as he could.
So fast that even the guard didn't realize a man had stabbed his arm and snatched Little Jean away from him. It was a little too late for the guard to realize that his hand had been wounded and the Young Master had been snatched away.
"Aaaaahhh!!" The guard wailed in pain. He clenched his arm and darted at the guy who snatched Young Master Jean away.
It was a young boy, probably around eight years old. He had crimson hair. His expression was deep and dark like a hunter's. He was wearing a tattered tunic while carrying Little Jean on his arm.
That boy had such a scary gaze that the guard didn't even consider him as a kid. He looked even more threatening than many adults.
"Young Master!" The guard yelled. The guard unsheathed his sword, ready to fight to the death to get his young master back.