The Strongest Curse Master

Chapter 198: Please Don't Kill Me

Chapter 198: Please Don't Kill Me

"In the popular bakery nearby," Astrid replied, finally letting go of Ace. She stepped back, her posture casual, though her expression betrayed a hint of wariness. She knew better than to underestimate Sonia's sense of smell—it was sharper than that of a typical Werefur curseling, thanks to her peculiar and bizarre innate curse art.

"How long has it been since you got him?" Sonia asked, her voice calm yet probing. She moved closer to Ace, her eyes narrowing as she began sniffing him methodically. From his head to his neck, down to his chest, waist, and finally to his shoes, where her attention lingered on the mud clinging stubbornly to the soles, she sniffed like a predator identifying its prey, her movements deliberate and unsettling.

Finally, she straightened and turned to Astrid with an unexpected demand, "I want him."

"He's yours," Astrid said with a shrug, shoving Ace forward without hesitation. "Consider it compensation for not being there when the guild master needed me the most."

Caught off guard, Sonia instinctively stepped aside, and the still-petrified Ace toppled to the hard ground with a dull thud.