Frank punched the wall, shattering the concrete and revealing the rebar and the rusted metal plates further inside.

Frank knocked those and judged from the sound that the plates were thick, but not pure metal.

It was some sort of forged alloy that found a perfect balance between malleability and durability, and there was no escaping it.

“Guess we’re stuck here.”

Alda realized their situation just then but was not afraid, even cheering herself on. “I mustn’t cause trouble for Mr. Frankton, I mustn’t cause trouble for Mr. Frankton…”

Frank could hear her chanting to herself and turned to ask, “What?”

While Alda quickly shook her head, Frank suddenly heard footsteps and turned to see a two-meter tall behemoth advancing on them. Its fur was blood-red, and its eyes were the size of golf balls and flashing at that! “Argh!!!”