Chapter Eighteen

As the Red Fang Wolf's voice echoed through the air, a sense of unexpected respect emanated from his words. "Levi, there is no need to fret," he said, his voice tinged with a mix of admiration and surrender. "I know that I am no match for your strength and skill."

A flicker of surprise crossed my features, as I absorbed the weight of his acknowledgment. The tension that had enveloped the room seemed to dissipate, leaving behind a newfound sense of understanding. With a final nod, the Red Fang Wolf retreated into the shadows, his presence fading like a distant memory.

Turning my attention back to Jasmine, her hand still clasped in mine, I felt a rush of relief wash over me. We made our way through the chaos of the library, but I couldn't help but notice one area that remained strangely unscathed, the library management office.

Leading Jasmine by the hand, I guided her toward the office, our footsteps echoing in the hallway. As we entered, the scene within was a stark contrast to the ch