Who Taught You These Bad Habits?

All Those Bad Habits—Who Did They Learn Them From?

The pursuers gradually drew closer. In the distance, the white wolf had already stopped, yet it seemed to be leaning against a mass of flames, making it hard for anyone to understand what was going on.

"That wolf can't hold on anymore! Hurry, charge—" The captain of the hunting party, an Intermediate Knight, had not even finished speaking when a fireball slammed into him and sent him flying. After that, clusters of fireballs knocked back the members of the count's hunting party one by one.

Within the Magic Web, three women in white robes rapidly approached the frost wolf, but in the blink of an eye, a tremendous force struck. They were squeezed straight out of the Magic Web and fell into the fallen leaves.

"Everyone, today's pursuit ends here." A clear human voice entered everyone's ears. The hunters saw a man step out from behind the flames, both hands rubbing the wolf's head, while an Ice Fairy fluttered around his shoulder. "It's quite late now. All of you, go back."

The man waved his hand. The ball of fire stood up, finally revealing the form of a Black-Scaled Horse. With a neigh, a wall of fire ignited across the open ground between the hunters and the white wolf.

This wall of fire avoided the trees all along its path. Its length was impossible to estimate, and though it was less than a meter wide, it rose higher than most of the treetops. Even the count several kilometers away could see the fiery-red scene in the forest.

"This is a forest, and you're setting fires here?" The hunting captain was somewhat frightened. After all, there were gods in the forest. Searching the forest for faithless Beastmen and Barbarians was completely different