Bang!

The table in front of them shattered into pieces. 

“Krrrrr!”

A terrifying, piercing gaze shot out of the beast’s eyes.

“That stupid Ninetails dares to hire a mercenary?”

Alaric was truly furious. 

He had gone out to set up an alliance, but while he was gone his troops had died? As the leader of the werewolf tribe within Kalevala, it made sense that Alaric raged.

“Kuku, it happens.”

The man sitting in front Alaric, a man emanating the aura of death, spoke. 

“That fox-woman is just doing all she can in order to live. Didn’t you say that she was already struggling with your troops?”

“Even still!!”

Alaric shouted. 

“My base is in shambles right now! And my people!”

“When you live, you experience all sorts of things, kukuku. Calm down.”

As the man that was his supposed ‘ally’ laughed, Alaric nearly burst out in rage. 

This psychopathic bastard. How dare he laugh at me?

Alaric thought that the person sitting in front of him was an absolute psychopath. 

Of course, he wasn’t wrong.

The man in front of him wasn’t a pedophile, nor was he into zoophilia [1]. It was just that he enjoyed looking at cursed corpses and felt lust towards them.

Necrophilia!

The man that sat in front of the...