ked Warg’s head with the side of his fist.
Something similar to the sound of metal clanging rang out.

“You cheeky bastard.
How dare a young bastard like you speak casually like that to me?”

“Ugh!”

Warg bit his tongue because he was hit while talking.
Of course, the werewolf’s strong vitality quickly regenerated the minor wound.

Warg, swallowing the taste of iron lingering on the tip of his tongue, carefully asked.

“…Sir, were you blessed with Half-Turn Aging by any chance?”

Clank!

But without a reply, Warg was hit again.

“Where did this bastard learn how to ask questions instead of answering?”

“…”

‘Fuck! You didn’t even ask me a question! I answered them all!’

Warg thought so but couldn’t bring himself to say it aloud.
His opponent’s fist made him dizzy every time it hit.
What kind of fist gave such a shock even though it was swung without any mana? It felt like his brain was shaking.

Still, Warg was quick-witted.

“I-if you want, I can call that bodyguard and confront him about it.”

While werewolves usually took human forms, their wildness surpassed reason.
Therefore, they thoroughly followed the laws of the wild.
Survival of the fittest.
It wasn’t for nothing that Wargen’s pack had settled in the territory of the Evil Alliance.

Anyway, that’s why Warg didn’t feel any shame in showing such a servile appearance to a stronger opponent.

“Shall I call him now? I’ll call him and ask where he got this bracelet! Just tell me!”

No, maybe it felt a little…

“Let’s do that later.
What’s your name?

“My name is Warg!”

“Warg? Okay? Hey, Tearing Mind! Come over here and have a look.”

Kim Bongpal called the Tearing Wind Sword, who was hunkered down on the other side.

“…It is Tearing Wind Sword.”

“Yeah.
Tearing Mind.”

 

He timidly protested against Kim Bongpal, who still couldn’t get his name right.
Of course, Kim Bongpal knew it was Tearing Wind, but he found Tearing Mind easier to pronounce.

“Anyway, I’m going to ask this bastard something, but if there’s anything I get wrong, you tell me.”

“Okay.”

Tearing Wind Sword glanced at Warg while replying to Kim Bongpal.
He couldn’t believe he was seeing Warg, the son of Wargen, like this here in the Purple Clouds.
But it was a drop in the bucket of the many shock sights he’d seen the last two weeks.

“Good, all right.
Then Warg? I’m going to ask you some questions.
If I get an answer I don’t like, I will hit you just like before.
Got it?”

“…Yes?”

He would hit him not if he didn’t answer but if he didn’t like the answer.
What the hell was that…?

“Don’t you understand?”

“I understand!”

…Warg answered Kim Bongpal’s question without hesitation.
At the same time, he made a face that looked as harmless as possible to Kim Bongpal.

“Okay.
I hear you are well.
First of all, that bodyguard.
Can you call him now?”

“Yes! I need to contact him, and he will pop right out!”

With those words, Warg pulled a magic tool from his pocket.
Tearing Wind Sword, watching the exchange, showed Kim Bongpal that it was a magic tool for long-distance communication.

“Yeah.
Then call him right away.
Ah! If you felt it was unfair that I hit you, you also can call more of your friends.
It’s annoying if you come back later, so if you’re going to call them, just call them right now.”

“Oh, no! That won’t happen!”

“It’s true.
Although the Werewolves live in packs, each has a strong sense of independence.
Nothing will happen if he doesn’t die.”

“Is that so? I like it.”

“That’s right! There’s no way my father or friends will seek revenge just because I’ve been beaten!”

If he called the other werewolves because he was hit a few times, Warg, the next successor to the pack, would be treated as a lesser werewolf.
That was many times more terrible for Warg than the pain he suffered from being beaten by Kim Bongpal.

Therefore, Warg only called his bodyguard.
He was planning to call in the bodyguard, confront him, and…escape from this place.
And as a bonus, he was going to torture the bodyguard who gave him this damn thing—or, to be more precise, whom he took the smartwatch away from.

“And what did you say about Maya? Do you know Maya?

“…Yes.
I saw her a few times when I was a kid.”

“Hmm.
Really? She used to live in Purple Clouds, so I guess she knows some werewolves.
She’s the Maya you’re talking about, right? A 300-year-old supernatural being who calls herself an Arch Sorcerer?”

“Yes! That’s right!”

Maya was a Sorcerer, still only a wolf cub, but he remembered her well.
Warg’s first love was Maya.
So when he heard Maya’s name, he looked for the boat where Kim Bongpal was.

Warg looked into Kim Bongpal’s eyes.
In his view, this tremendous opponent was quite close to Maya.
So Warg tried to loosen up his opponent’s ominous mood by referring to the old image of Maya he remembered.

“I can still remember Lady Maya’s appearance.
Her flower-like beauty and mature charm….”

Clank-!

“Kurgh!”

Warg bit his tongue again, tasting the iron stronger than before.
Kim Bongpal had hit him.

“What? Flower-like beauty? Mature charm? How dare this bastard lie?”

‘No, why did he hit me?!’

This time Warg felt it was really unfair. 

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