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“Gosh! Those wolf bastards never give it a rest, do they?” a hunter muttered while adding more wood to his fireplace. He lived in a small hut in a village located near a snowy mountain. Wolves of the snowy mountains were strong and persistent enough to cross three or four mountain peaks even in the middle of winter. However, even they weren’t expected to be found in the wild on harsh days like these. After all, a blizzard had been persisting over the last few days.

“It has already been three days, so the wolves must be getting frustrated about being stuck in their caves. Anyway, when do you think the weather will improve?”

“It should be fine by tomorrow morning, sir,” the hunter answered while groveling at a young man wrapped in a cloak made from animal fur. He wasn’t acting timid because he was afraid of the skinny half-orc. The hunter was certain he would not lose out to anyone when it came to a battle of strength, though he wasn’t confident in his swordsmanship.

Rather, it was because of the mercenaries glaring at him.

‘Just what I would expect from a noble. He must be completely out of his mind. He came here at a time like this to hunt monsters?’

The young half-orc was the son of a prestigious family, and he was visiting the snowy mountains to improve his reputation. This place was the most famous and was considered the most rugged in the North, and the half-orc was here, accompanied by mercenaries,...