The Medallion

When he heard Marin, Rocky turned around and asked, "Anything else?"

"Well... Th-thank you!" Marin stammered, an awkward expression on his face.

"Since I just finished the operation, it's too early to tell whether Verdanim is out of danger. Take care of it for the next few days. Don't thank me yet. What if Verdanim relapses? You'd definitely kill me then." Rocky chuckled and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Come on! I'm not that unreasonable." Knowing that Rocky said that on purpose, Marin felt wronged and frowned.

With a faint smile, Rocky turned to leave. Though he said nothing, Marin understood what he think of her.

"That annoying guy..." Marin murmured angrily, staring at Rocky's back. But she was glad Rocky had saved Verdanim, even if she didn't know a way to express it with the other emotions at war within her, chief among them being worry.

As Rocky was walking back to his place, he felt that a pair of eyes were staring at him. He turned around abruptly, but there was no one there.

Frowning, he studied the area but saw nothing out of the ordinary. As he turned away, a pair of deer-like eyes flashed in the darkness.

After returning to his room, Rocky shoveled bags of soil to feed the three Dark Heaven Insects. When the Dark Heaven Insects were full, he checked them by the Stroking Evaluation Skill. The examination revealed they were in good health. When he was done, he put them back into the nest. Rocky turned to Uriah and Little Rubygon. "We're all set here. I think it's time for us to go for a little hunt."

They left and headed into the nearby forest. They'd gone a good way when Uriah stopped, spun to the left, and roared.

whatever bothered the beast, Rocky followed Uriah's gaze, but he saw only

right now! Let's go!" Thinking Uriah was simply in a bad mood, Rocky stood and directed the two beasts to continue

shot looks over its shoulder. Or it would stop and turn to peer into the

This was

frequently appeared, Rocky chose a suitable spot for a trap. He set a bottle with a drop of magical saliva down in the middle of the space. Satisfied with the trap, Rocky led Uriah and Little Rubygon to a clump

to build its strength or to gain fighting experience. It also improved the coordination between a spirit-manipulated beast and its

ordinary spirit manipulators, entering this place meant meeting their death. Rocky cared for none of that. He wanted

thoughts by the appearance of a wild spirit-manipulated beast at the

signal, Little Rubygon dashed from the hiding place. In a flash, Rubygon had closed the distance

head. At the last moment, Rubygon ducked under the blow, snatched the wild beast by its

ebbing and flowing to either side. But eventually the wild beast's superior strength won out. Though exhausted and badly injured, Rubygon did not surrender. Rubygon still bared its teeth and

triumph. The cry had barely ended

beast managed to avoid the flames. When the beast landed, it took one look at Uriah beside Rubygon and turned tail to flee. Uriah's second flame blast struck the beast as its back turned, setting the beast afire. In moments the beast crumpled to

and licked Little Rubygon's wounds to

the bottle of magical saliva. The bottle shook before Rocky reached it. Rocky froze. The bottle raised from

spun away from Uriah's outstretched