Humanity's Savior Starts Changing Jobs to Become a Villain (Or So It Seems)

He let out an earth-shaking howl. All hesitation, all concern, was thrown away in that instant, leaving only the most primal, purest impulse to destroy. Crimson bloodlight spread through his eyes, and berserk magical energy erupted uncontrollably from within him, warping even the air around him.

"We fight them to the death! The honor of the Clan of Tooth will not be defiled! Not one inch of Her Majesty's land will be yielded!"

He swung his enormous wolf claw viciously, smashing the strategic map in front of him along with a corner of the stone table.

"Gather every clansman who can still fight! Now! Right now! Boggart, come with me to kill those humans!"

Woodwose panted heavily, his fangs bared, a nearly insane resolve surfacing on his face.

"Let those human mongrels see what the strongest fangs of the Fairy Kingdom are! Even if we bleed out our last drop, we'll tear a piece of flesh from them!"

Boggart looked at Woodwose, who had fallen into a berserk state, and knew that any rational counsel was useless now. Or rather, in this mire of despair, perhaps only this reckless madness could bring a faint sliver of hope—or a clean end. He gave a heavy nod of his massive lion head, and a low growl rumbled in his throat.

"As you wish! For the honor of the Clan of Tooth!"

Meanwhile, at the front of the army surrounding the royal city, the Great Emperor Iskandar smiled at the Clan of Tooth's movements.

"Just as you predicted, those fellows can't hold on any longer, can they, strategist?"

Lord El-Melloi II, standing at his side, nodded slightly. "According to the information we've gathered, although the Clan of Tooth has begun learning etiquette under the leadership of its two chiefs over the years, even