At first, Werewolf Bert didn't understand what Wood meant. Beside him, Ais tilted her head adorably.
But when Wood slowly drew the long blade at his waist, Bert and Ais realized what he was planning to do.
"Bert is strong. You'll get hurt." Ais offered the warning out of kindness.
"Looks like you really do underestimate me, you clueless little nobody!
Don't think you're invincible just because you killed a Minotaurus, kid!
To us, monsters like Minotaurus are no different from ordinary trash. You beat one and got all pleased with yourself, and now you've got the nerve to challenge me?"
Looking at Wood, Werewolf Bert was furious. Compared to Bell, who had been scared stiff, Bert's impression of Wood had actually been fairly good.
But that was all. In Bert's eyes, even Wood, who had defeated a Minotaurus, was still "weak."
Now this "weak" Wood had mocked him and even challenged him. Naturally, Bert felt that his pride had been trampled.
"A challenge? No, no. That word is generally used when someone lower-ranked declares war on someone above them.
But in my eyes, you're not above me. You're not even a worthy opponent, so this can hardly be called a challenge.
All I want is to let you experience the kind of fear that feels like staring into an abyss."
Bert had always thought he was pretty outrageous, but after hearing Wood speak, he realized there was always someone more outrageous.
Some kid who explored the upper levels of the Dungeon was saying Bert wasn't worthy of being his opponent, and that he was going to show him what true fear was?
Hearing such arrogant words, Bert even forgot to be angry. He bared his claws and glared at Wood, his eyes full of menace. "You nobody, you've done