He guessed it was probably because the decisive battle with her sister was drawing near. Aoko had been in an extremely excited state lately.
After leaving Misaki (Everyday) behind, her excitement had reached a new high.
What was he supposed to do in times like this?
All he could do was obediently go along with her. Shirou had not forgotten that he had come out today to help Aoko unwind.
So no matter how wildly Aoko acted today, Shirou would accept it with a smile.
"Sorry, big sister, what did you just say? I think I heard you wrong."
Although the Golden Wolf Youth still wore a smile, he had lost the composure he had shown at first.
A girl's voice drifted over from within the dense fog.
"You heard me right. I said you're weak."
"What!"
Wind whipped up around the Golden Wolf Youth's feet.
Perhaps it was because his mood had changed.
The beast's aura became a gale that seemed to set the atmosphere ablaze, swirling at the center of the dense fog.
Beowulf had fought many powerful foes before, but this enemy was clearly different from all the others.
The feeling was difficult to describe. The Wolf Youth even wondered whether he was truly speaking with a living creature.
"I see... You're looking down on me, big sister...!"
As he spoke with anger in his voice, the Golden Beast's body began to grow.
His hair became golden flames, his muscles hardened like demonic fangs, and his entire body was covered in bristling fur.
Drawing in the magical energy of the atmosphere without pause, his form grew ever closer to the fantasies of the Age of Gods.
Then the Golden Beast named Beowulf swaggered deeper into the dense fog.
Even when faced with a vast mystery