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Magical beasts' roars also seemed to start at the same time as the tremor.

"Magical beasts."

Tron frowned. He immediately gestured to Frances and the two of them headed to the top of a tree. Their gazes were focused in the direction of the tremor. The vibrations rapidly came closer and they noticed a red light after a while.

It was a group of red panthers. Looking at them from afar, it seemed that their bodies were covered with flames and looked extremely mighty. They were all Flame Panthers, Magical beasts that possess the strength of a Twin-Circle Magus Middle Phase. With a dozen of them grouping together, even a person at the Twin-Circle Magus would have to hide.

Tron stared at the group of Flame Panthers before turning his gaze toward the front of the flock. At that location, a slender figure was awkwardly avoiding the Flame Panthers' attack.

"Someone's being hunted." Frances whispered.

Tron's eyes narrowed. Through the moonlight, he noticed a little girl dressed in white. She seemed to be even younger than them. Her petite face was extremely beautiful and adorable. At this moment, her lake-like eyes were rippling with panic.

"How could she obtain the qualifications to enter the Academy at such a young age?" Although the girl was quite cute, Tron was more surprised at her age. He immediately whispered this in shock.

"Master, should we help her?" Frances asked. It was indeed quite cruel for them to stand back and do nothing, while watching a cute girl being ripped into pieces by Flame Panthers.

Tron stared at the scene, but he did not show any signs of helping out.

While she was being watched at by Tron and Frances, the little girl also seemed to detect something. She lifted her face and her lake-like eyes stared at Tron and Frances. Delight instantly filled her face.

However, her delighted expression quickly faded away. This is because it seemed that the two men on the trees did not want to help her.

"Meanies."

The little girl pouted. Water soon gathered in her eyes, but she bit her lips stubbornly so that tears didn't flow. She was quite innocent, so she did not know why they didn't help her out in her time of need. However, once she thought about it, the other side wasn't obligated to help her. Thus, she immediately rubbed her eyes. Right now, she was separated from her sister and nobody wanted to help her.

As they noticed the pitiful appearance of the girl, Tron and Frances's faces twitched. If there were females here, they would probably have charged down and held the little girl in their arms with sympathy…

"Ah."

The little girl suddenly issued a scream. While she was desperately trying to escape, her steps were quite disorderly; and she actually fell forward. When that happened, she immediately turned around in panic and watched in terror as the dozen hideous Flame Panthers came lunging at her.

"Eh."

On the tree, Tron finally let out a helpless sigh. His body swooped down like a hawk over to the girl.

Since it was impossible to ignore, why not help her out?

...

Within the forest, meat was roasting over a bonfire as aromatic oil dripped down. The oil droplets dribbled into the bonfire causing the flames to rise higher from within the bonfire.

Next to the bonfire, a little girl dressed in white was currently widening her bright, black eyes. She stared at meat roasting on the spit as drool was slowly leaking out of her mouth; she was endlessly swallowing her saliva. Currently, her attention was completely captured by the roasted meat. As for the two individuals beside her, she had temporarily forgotten about them.

"Cough…"

Tron could not help but cough lightly while he stared at the oblivious girl. He had saved her from the Flame Panthers earlier, yet she still remained silent. Only after a while, she hesitantly muttered to Tron: "I'm hungry."

When Tron heard this, he was dumbfounded. He could only make the best of the ingredients available, so he roasted a Flame Panther. Although he wasn't a true chef, it was still many times better than Frances.

The little girl, who was completely focused on the roasted meat, heard Tron's coughing sounds and lifted her petite face.

"Little girl, what's your name?" Tron directed a smile at the little girl and asked her.

"You're all bad people. My sister told me not to casually tell other people my name." The little girl pouted. She still remembered Tron and Frances standing aside, watching her while she had been helplessly chased by the Flame Panthers. They had not wanted to help her. Thus, from her perspective, they were as close as possible to being assessed as being bad individuals.

If it wasn't for the fact that she was so hungry, she would have ignored them.

Tron frowned and lifted the roast meat as if he wanted to throw it away. At that moment, the little girl suddenly became anxious. Her eyes instantly turned watery as if she wanted to cry in protest against the unpardonable crime Tron was committing by denying her something to eat.

But Tron remained unmoved. He only smiled at her slightly.

"I'm Selene." The little girl finally couldn't hold out any longer, and her nose twitched as she replied in dismay.

"How old are you?"

"12 years old." With the roasted meat being held hostage, the little girl could only answer the questions honestly.

A hint of surprise filled Tron's eyes. 12 years old? She has been able to enter the academy at such an age? Isn't this too amazing?

"You entered the academy at 12? Could it be that your family is related with someone high up in Academy? Your strength is similar to mine." Frances could not help but ask. He was disturbed. This was because he felt ashamed when he compared himself to the little girl.

"Nonsense!" The little girl was instantly unhappy when she heard these words. She immediately replied: "You're not my opponent."

"Then why would someone so strong be hunted by Flame Panthers?" Frances asked suspiciously.