Pangolins were animals found all over the continent.
There were several kinds in Transia, too. Alchemists used certain parts of their bodies as basic ingredients, but because of the Ten-Year War, there weren't many local hunters left to hunt them. As a result, these masters of hiding had nearly overrun the mountains and forests.
Jackals' favorite foods used to be rabbits, wild boars, and deer. But when they were starving and still couldn't catch any humans, they'd hunt pangolins to fill their bellies.
The problem was that pangolins had so many scales that they were difficult to deal with, and even jackals' sharp teeth found them unpleasant.
Hogg didn't like the taste of pangolin, just as he couldn't understand why he'd been given such a strange code name.
In truth, Hogg wasn't the only one who couldn't understand.
Lady Adele, who had come to deliver the order, also couldn't understand why Master Murphy had insisted on giving Hogg such a bizarre code name.
If it was based on the creature's ability to hide, wouldn't "night bat" or "snake" be more fitting? Those names would also better suit vampires' taste in animals.
Although Lord Murphy had explained that he'd thought of it after seeing a nest of pangolins while out yesterday, Adele suspected the truth wasn't so simple. As his blood-related progeny, she could sense Lord Murphy's emotions more clearly.
When her master said the name "Pangolin," there was unmistakable, inexplicable delight in his heart. She had no idea what he was so pleased about.
But one thing was certain: the code name hadn't been chosen at random.
Now, the freshly minted Blood Vulture "senior agent Pangolin," Comrade Hogg, was waiting in a cavern on the third level of the sewers. He'd changed into an old leather cuirass that had been