The Alpha Wolf froze for only a moment before reacting. He spun around, pulled a saber from beside the bed, and slashed without a second thought.
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"I belong to Count Bazel."
Yet before the saber could fall, a golden crest was almost pressed against his face. Beneath the golden iris was the black ornamentation of a wolf's head—Count Bazel's crest.
The Alpha Wolf reacted swiftly. After a single thought flashed through his mind, he understood that the girl before him was one of Count Bazel's subordinates.
And so—
He put even more force into his blade. A savage glint flashed through his eyes; he was ready to fight for his life.
The saber came down, and a head fell to the ground.
The Alpha Wolf's eyes were wide open. Even in death, they never closed. He had seen with his own eyes how the girl killed him: she reached out and simply, brutally twisted his head off.
Muscles were highly elastic, and bones were tougher than most people imagined. Snapping a person's neck was not difficult, but twisting off their head—
The Alpha Wolf's head hit the ground and rolled several times before reaching a wooden crate. This crate had originally been meant for the heads of enemies claimed by the Winter Wolf Guard after their victories. The Alpha Wolf had always thought there were too few and wanted to save up more before turning them in for credit. Now, there was probably enough.
Everything happened too quickly. Lina had not even finished her first sentence before the Alpha Wolf's head had been torn off.
His headless body seemed not to have realized what had happened. It stood there stiffly for a moment before slowly toppling over. Not much blood sprayed out; the girl's brutal