This Werewolf Was One Ruthless Customer (Please Vote~)
After getting out of the carriage, Ron and Nora followed Jolina into the shabby house.
It was still afternoon, and her father was not home.
"Since I'm usually the one who takes care of the housework, Father still doesn't know there's an extra person in the storage room."
Jolina said:
"The storage room is around the corner at the end of the hallway. Unless someone deliberately goes there to get something, they basically won't notice anything unusual inside."
The three passed through the narrow, cramped hallway and arrived at the storage room door.
Jolina took out a key, unlocked the padlock, and pushed the door open.
The storage room was surrounded by shelves piled with things, with only a patch of space in the middle barely large enough to squeeze seven or eight people into.
And now, that space was occupied by a figure wrapped in bandages.
He lay on a thin sheet. Aside from a pair of shorts on his lower body and the parts covered by bandages, everything else was exposed to the air.
His gray-black and white fur was thick and lush, while his unusually protruding wolf snout looked savage enough to make one recoil at first sight.
If not for the humanoid shape of his body, Ron would have suspected that he was an actual wild wolf.
Upon seeing an Orc's true appearance, Ron's first reaction was neither fear nor curiosity, but admiration.
Not admiration for the Orc, though—it was for those nobles who slept with female Orcs.
As everyone knew, there were two origins for half-Orcs.
Either a human man mated with a female Orc, or a human woman mated with a male Orc.
Thinking of that, then looking at the half-Orc before him, Ron could not