"Oh? Call out? Cute Werewolf Miss, are you talking about me?"
A languid voice rang out in the cave, instantly drawing everyone's attention.
"Who?"
Werewolf Luf immediately looked alert and drew the weapon he had concealed.
Charlotte and the others also looked towards the source of the voice.
At the other end of the cave, behind a rugged boulder, a huge shadow flickered in and out of visibility under the glow of mithril.
With clearly audible footsteps, a monster dressed in a black robe appeared before everyone.
It was indeed a "monster."
It had a pair of fierce dragon wings, both its feet and hands were vicious claws, and although its head had a human appearance, it also had blood-red vertical pupils like a cold-blooded animal and a pair of fierce horns.
A vast aura spread from him, carrying a slight oppressive force that seemed to originate from the blood and the soul, making the weakest Werewolf, Noah, gasp for breath; his face turned almost instantly pale.
"Monster!"
