I Meant Well (2)

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With a bent car door in one hand.

Our hero, Gregor, trudged back toward us.

“Looks like the raid ended with the carriage just now….”

The musclehead reported, slumping his shoulders.

His drooping beard seemed to mirror his feelings.

Seeing that pitiful sight, I ended up blurting out what I'd been holding back.

“When you think about it, you came along while taking a risk yourself, so it feels a bit stingy. I’ll cover the car repairs and the building damage. I won’t tell the Order….”

In the end, he had done it to protect me, the citizens, and the city guards.

Of course, at the fourth tier, controlling his strength so as not to cause collateral damage like that probably wasn't hard...