To merge with his own Lycanthropy, become a werewolf in the truest sense, and become an existence beyond wizards—this had always been Fenrir Greyback's goal.
He was unlike the many cowardly werewolf wizards, who only thought of suppressing themselves, never trying to understand themselves or Lycanthropy.
They saw Lycanthropy only as a curse, a misfortune that struck with every full moon.
The "model" among those werewolf wizards was Remus Lupin, bound by so-called dogma, trying to suppress and hide his Lycanthropy, forever hiding from place to place in hopes of winning sympathy.
How stupid!
Embracing Lycanthropy and becoming a higher being—that was what werewolf wizards should strive for.
Lycanthropy had never been a curse. It was a gift, the necessary and only key to freeing wizards from their fragile shells!
Even though Fenrir Greyback, like other werewolf wizards, could transform only under a full moon and could not think during the transformation.
When he awoke the next day, however, he could remember everything his wolf form had experienced, remember the sensation of being reborn after Lycanthropy shattered the limits of his body.
He held such beliefs because he himself had benefited from that rebirth.
Fenrir Greyback remembered clearly what kind of person the werewolf wizard who had infected him with Lycanthropy had been.
He had been a gaunt werewolf wizard who looked as though a breeze could knock him over. Though thin as a skeleton, once transformed into a werewolf, he possessed incomparably immense strength. Without question, it was a miracle.
He remembered that after being bitten, he had passed out from blood loss. He had thought he was about to die, yet he woke up the next day, and the wounds on his body had vanished.
Without question, he had received a miracle from Lycanthropy. Not only had he