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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Ruby
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Yuma didn’t think this meeting would be very useful.
‘They’ll just say what they want to say and it’ll end.’
Even now, weren’t they just strongly asserting their own claims?
Luinerif opened her pink lips.
“Most likely, there’s a greater possibility of demon folk breaking out rather than dragons.”
At Luinerif’s words, the wolf king’s first son Berkan’s golden eyes flashed.
“Why do you think that? Is this a conclusion drawn from being attacked many times?”
It was clearly a mocking comment toward the elves.
That’s why the brows of the Elf Grand Warriors behind Luinerif wrinkled sharply.
However, Luinerif did not harden her brow.
“Correct. If it were dragons opening the gate for invasion, the reaction stones laid in the ground of our Elven Kingdom Albheim would have shaken more violently.”
When she affirmed the words he had said to provoke her, Berkan was left speechless.
Luinerif continued speaking with a smile.
“We consider the current situation, where we each equally share the continent’s land, quite fortunate. The areas are so clearly divided that there’s no need to even discuss sharing seats – we just need to protect our own territories.”
Luinerif looked over the different races sitting at the round table.
“What we need now is a system, I think. A system where we can quickly send signals to each other when in danger.”
Oh.
Yuma was internally expectant.
Wondering if they had built some incredible signaling system.
Luinerif gently folded her delicate white hands.
“As soon as enemies penetrate the skies, we will send birds blessed with forest protection to all your locations. We High Elves can confirm what these birds see.”
Luinerif explained with a benevolent face.
“Our Elven race can quickly identify where support is needed and rapidly reinforce combat power.”
These bastards apparently didn’t consider the possibility of them needing help.
It was thinking befitting of elves who unquestioningly believed themselves to be the protagonists of this continent.
Yuma looked at Brigitte.
“Bring it out.”
“…I suppose we should.”
At Yuma’s words, Brigitte called her subordinates.
One of the knights took something out from a spatial pocket and handed it to Brigitte.
Brigitte immediately held those items out to Luinerif.
They were communication alert magic tools.
“Each race can take one. Two-way communication isn’t possible, but you can send signals by pressing buttons. The first red button is just to notify when enemies first appear. Press the second blue button for emergency signals.”
At Brigitte’s words, the race representatives handled the tiny communication devices with curious expressions.
Tisha, the Mullen tribe representative, examined the circular communication device closely with a blank face.
Berkan passed the device to a subordinate who served as an advisor, one of the more intelligent ones among the Lycanthropes.
And Luinerif, who received the device first, had slightly furrowed brows.
The face that had remained calm even when provoked by Berkan had hardened upon seeing the magic communication device.
“What’s wrong?”
“…Magic tools are dangerous items that risk polluting nature.”
“Adapt to new things. You have to use good things even if you don’t quite like them.”
High Elf Luinerif’s eyebrow twitched at Yuma speaking like an elder elf brewing medicine, though she couldn’t possibly be older than his 872 years as a human.
“Think about efficiency. This will completely cut down even the time it takes for your birds to travel.”
She might have been more upset because she couldn’t think of any way to refute that point no matter how she thought about it.
“…I understand.”
Luinerif finally had to acknowledge that what the Astes Empire side had prepared was better than what they had prepared.
Grrrr…
Berkan revealed his teeth, which were beast fangs themselves, and grinned.
“Luinerif, High Elf. The reason you called the races together wasn’t because you had any other strategy, but just to meet us once. You wanted to gather the surrounding races once to check if there were any suspicious movements, right?”
Berkan spoke quite reasonably, unlike his wolf-like head.
“Well, it’s not bad. We also thought we needed to see the surrounding races once.”
Berkan again emitted the fierce presence he had shown when first seeing Yuma’s party yesterday.
“What I want is to decide the leader of this alliance at this seat right now. Should we call it the Alliance Leader?”
Berkan looked over those gathered at the round table.
Yuma felt this bastard had returned to having a wolf’s head.
Being obsessed only with selecting a representative alliance leader at a race council gathered with demon folk invasion in mind.
“Is there anyone who wants to be Alliance Leader? Feline folk, what do you think?”
Elfer, the Twilight tribe chief sitting as representative of the feline folk, snorted.
His black fur and ears reminiscent of a black cat were noticeable.
“You seem quite desperate to eat up the leader position.”
Elfer stared at Berkan with brown eyes.
“I’m not interested. All that matters is the tribe’s safety, so why don’t just anyone do that nominal Alliance Leader position.”
Berkan grinned and turned his head.
He’d skip the Mullen tribe woman.
She seemed to be on the Empire’s side anyway.
Berkan’s gaze turned to the Dwarf Great Warrior Garalkulan, whose mustache hung down like pillars.
“What do you think, Great Warrior?”
“…Recall who arranged this Race Council, Berkan. Who has the executive ability and control to gather everyone.”
Unlike his terrifying muscles concentrated in his small body, Garalkulan expressed his opinion indirectly.
Though roundabout, there was no one present who didn’t know which race he meant.
Such a useless battle of nerves.
“……”
But contrary to its usefulness, tension began rising around the round table.
Just as High Elf Luinerif was about to open her mouth with a subtle smile─
“Grrrk. My, my body feels strange.”
“Heken, you too? My body too… my heart and throat are tightening. Kuogh…”
The Lycanthropes suddenly started making strange noises.
Kuooooogh!!!
Suddenly bizarre groans burst out continuously.
Following Yuma, the gazes of those sitting at the round table and gathered around turned toward the source of those groans.
Kuogh!!
The source was the Lycanthropes behind Berkan.
It wasn’t blood spurting from one Lycanthrope’s mouth.
Blood simultaneously spurted from the mouths of 11 out of the total 51 Lycanthropes Berkan had brought.
What they had in common was that they were all clutching their throats or hearts while bleeding dark red blood.
Karaaaaaagh!
Kyoaaaaaagh!!
And their eyes had turned completely blood red.
Yuma quickly activated Search Eye and stared at the Lycanthrope at the front.
A Lycanthrope in Mad Wolf state cannot be restored as their brain has been infiltrated by demonic energy.
A Lycanthrope in Mad Wolf state only tries to kill everything.
Until the moment they die from their heart bursting.
Mad Wolf state.
Yuma came to a conclusion while reading the warning text.
There was no way to return them to their original state.
‘They must be killed.’
Yuma’s thoughts flowed quickly.
Kwaaaaaagh!!!
The Lycanthropes who had lost consciousness started rampaging as described.
Kwaaang─!
German, who had instantly sprung up from the ground, immediately threw his body toward the massive round table.
The other Lycanthropes who had fallen into Mad Wolf state also started rampaging through the sacred ground.
Their eyes were pure crimson red.
A state where no trace of reason could be found.
Those mad wolf jaws lunged toward Ishera.
While Ishera was objectively strong, she had not reached Master level.
She couldn’t help but be intimidated by a Master-class Lycanthrope charging to kill.
And the person directly to the left of such an Ishera was Yuma.
He instantly grabbed [Black Dragon Bernak’s Fang] resting at his waist.
Kwang!!
With a reverse grip on the sword, he struck the side of Lycanthrope German’s head, making the head itself bounce away.
Sseugeogek─!
An invisible blade in the shape of a sickle swept diagonally across German’s body.
The obvious result was death.
Step
“Mad Wolf.”
Yuma spoke quietly while jerking his chin toward Berkan.
“You know they must be killed too, right?”
Berkan looked at his subordinate pressed to the ground.
“…I know.”
Dark red energy was surging through the Lycanthrope’s body.
Evidence it had been completely eroded by demonic energy.
Kwadeudeuk!
He completely crushed the neck vertebrae to end its life.
Kwadeudeudeuk!
After deflecting the fangs of another charging one with Balmung, Yuma targeted two Lycanthropes rushing from behind with Division.
Kwaaang!!
The upper bodies of three were simultaneously pierced through by invisible energy.
Yuma had killed a total of 4 Lycanthropes.
Berkan 4.
The Elf Grand Sword Master standing behind Luinerif 2.
“Hah.”
Bell drew his sword with a hardened face.
The remaining one died by Bell’s hand.
It was a sudden uproar of mad wolves.
Yuma walked slowly while holding Balmung.
Step
Toward Berkan.
Berkan stared with a hardened face at Yuma approaching him.
The man who had instantly killed two of his Master-class subordinates who had fallen to Mad Wolf.
“Berkan.”
Though the man emitted not even a handful of presence.
Strangely, just watching him walk created an overwhelming pressure.
“Considering the context of what your subordinates said before going berserk, they probably didn’t intentionally consume demonic energy. But given the timing, we need to thoroughly understand what happened before and after.”
Sreung─
Balmung’s blade was pointed at Berkan’s neck.
“Prove your innocence and that of your race. Lycanthrope Berkan.”
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