National Foot Elder Three held a plain revolver, looking expectantly at the Wolf steward, while the others had varied expressions. The Detective Little Girl covered her forehead with one hand, Pibang looked at the Wolf steward with interest, and the Golden Glasses Man gave National Foot Elder Three a thumbs up. Elder Three smiled shyly.
"Your fate… will be turbulent."
The words of the Wolf steward were somewhat unclear, neither refusing nor agreeing.
"Very… turbulent."
Elder Three panicked, his gaze hovering between the plain revolver and the golden revolver. Finally, Elder Three put away the plain revolver, picked up the Fate Dominator, and aimed it at his own head with one hand.
"Wait!"
Elder Three suddenly remembered something.
"Wolf steward, can I leave a will first? If I kick the bucket (die), at least I can..."
Before Elder Three could finish, he noticed Wolf steward staring straight at him.
"Ha, I was just joking."
