The Wolf-Barbarians of the Forest

Beside the Gallop River, the high-ranking Life Priest, the white Werewolf Panita, held Landen with both hands. Around Landen, the three Magic Great Fairies—Tania, Theresa, and Fiana—stood behind him, yet they could not stop the Werewolf. The Wolf-Barbarian priest Waldi stood several meters away from Panita, with the massive Frost-Wolf Totapara behind him.

"Offending them in private and offending them in front of Your Majesty are completely different matters. Those people gave you such a method precisely to make you cut yourself off from every Magic Fairy, and you actually dared believe their promises of office and reward." The white Werewolf shook her head. "Honored priests, what happened this afternoon was indeed because Waldi rashly believed slanderous words. This was not the will of the entire Wolf-Barbarian and Beastmen tribes."

"You're making that sound far too cheap. Even if there's an Ancient God behind you, this matter can't just be let go like this." Tania spoke in a huff. "Besides, he doesn't represent the Wolf-Barbarian tribe? Then who can represent them? You?"

"I am a priest of the Beastmen tribe, not of the same tribe as him." The white Werewolf smiled, her enormous muzzle revealing two rows of white fangs, looking extremely chilling. "Among the Wolf-Barbarian tribe, whoever is strongest is the chief. So the chief of their tribe is naturally"—the Werewolf pointed backward—"the Frost-Wolf Totapara."

The night wind swept along both banks of the Gallop River, and the reeds rustled softly. The scene was so awkward that no one spoke. Some color had returned to Landen's face, but he still felt that the chief of a Barbarian tribe being a Magic Beast Wolf was somewhat absurd.

"Er, is that so hard to accept? Totapara has the bloodline of the Magic Beast God and has also received my lord's favor.