“Kiek?! The lycanthrope is speaking!” Mirian shouted with shock.

Eugene and Lanslo also had surprised expressions.

Then, Lanslo asked as if he had thought of something. “Are you a beowulf?”

“You have a good eye. What I would expect from someone born with the blood of the forest watchers,” the creature responded. The self-proclaimed ‘beowulf’ was grey overall with three lines of black fur that cut through the middle of his forehead. It appeared that he was the leader of the pack.

“Beowulf?” Eugene muttered with a frown.

Lanslo responded in a low voice, “They are a race that normally takes on human form. However, they are able to transform into a lycanthrope whenever they desire. This is the first time I’ve seen a transformed beowulf as well. I have only heard about them in stories.”

“Do not compare us with inferior beings like lycanthropes, knight born with the blood of the forest watchers,” the beowulf said.

“It’s been a while since I’ve been referred to as such. However, I was not born in the forest, and I have never watched over them either,” Lanslo responded.

“Hmph! That’s what you would expect from a mongrel, I suppose.” The beowulf scoffed.

Lanslo smiled after hearing the beowulf’s words. However, his smile was unusually cold. Lanslo responded after slightly...