At the judgment the next day, Yimo held a Hunting Rifle he had conned out of an NPC, fooling everyone and firmly establishing himself as the Hunter.
The village really wasn't that big. Even Yimo, who had returned to his thatched hut, could hear Conan's dying roar.
He hadn't lit the lamp. The room was pitch-black.
His gaze grew increasingly dim.
"..."
"Will... the Witch save him?"
"Probably... not..."
"Because he has the Witch card..."
He had warned True Martial Emperor not to reveal his role card to anyone.
Unfortunately, True Martial Emperor hadn't listened.
Yimo didn't know what True Martial Emperor was feeling now.
In the darkness, he walked to the wardrobe, opened the door, climbed inside, and shut it.
With the Hunting Rifle held in his arms, he was already preparing to sleep even though curfew hadn't begun.
If the werewolves really came for him, he would fight back with the Hunting Rifle even if breaking the rules meant being erased!
The only thing that could give him a sense of security was the rifle in his arms!
He no longer had his electronic watch.
He had already given it to the NPC.
He had to go to bed early now.
Because he still had something very important to do tomorrow morning.
Tonight was destined to be another sleepless night for most people.
.
Midnight.
The werewolves began to act.
Just like the previous night, there were still two werewolves.
Only this time, they were Werewolf A, with dark-blue fur, and the Wolf King, whose snow-white fur stood over two meters tall.
Werewolf A leaned against the tree outside the Wolf King's thatched hut. Watching the Wolf King dawdle her way out of the hut, he said disdainfully, "Hah, if it isn't our Wolf King?"
"You really came