Fenrir Greyback knew perfectly well that today was the day of the full moon, and tonight would be the night of the full moon.
This coming full-moon night was the night he had been looking forward to most.
Yet even though the day of the full moon had clearly arrived, and the full-moon night was close at hand, he grew anxious and uncomfortable for no reason.
It was as if he had overlooked something, yet no matter how he thought, he could not figure it out, and a knot of pent-up frustration blocked his chest.
After being a "Werewolf Wizard" for so many years, Fenrir Greyback had the confidence that absolutely no "Werewolf Wizard" understood the full moon better than he did.
No "Werewolf Wizard" understood better than he did the wonderful, bone-deep tremor that arose when "Lycanthropy Disease" flared up on a full-moon night.
Based on that understanding, combined with the perception born from his body's instinct, he could already feel the agitation brought on by the onset of "Lycanthropy Disease" surging through him.
He could even hear wolf howls by his ear; it was just that there still seemed to be some time before "Lycanthropy Disease" fully erupted.
At that thought, Fenrir Greyback suddenly realized why he had suddenly felt so uncomfortable.
Time was passing far too slowly!
He was impatiently awaiting the full-moon night, wanting to take control of his own body after transforming into a werewolf, break the restraints around him, and escape this damned laboratory!
Thinking about it that way, he had experienced similar restlessness in the past too.
To him, the time spent waiting for the day of the full moon to arrive always seemed incomparably long, while the time spent enjoying the full-moon night was far too short, as if it passed in