"2567?!"
Lerpi froze where he knelt.
The hot-tempered warrior of the Steppe could not possibly associate the enormous white wolf before him with anyone other than the Steppe King.
Even as his head flew high into the air and fell back to the ground, disbelief remained etched on his face.
The enormous white wolf glanced at the dead Lerpi and the orange light rising from his body, then turned its gaze toward the leader of the Snake School.
Perikena shuddered again.
She had no idea how the enormous white wolf had attacked.
In fact, as far as she could see, it had not moved at all.
A mere gust of wind had swept past, and Lerpi, who was every bit her equal, perhaps even a little stronger, had died just like that.
His head had been severed!
Blood sprayed from his neck, gathering into a stream that flowed past Perikena's feet, but the leader of the Snake School did not dare move a muscle.
Seeing the cold cruelty in the wolf's eyes, she made a clearheaded choice almost instantly.
She took out several sheets of parchment.
"Sir 2567, I believe there has been a misunderstanding!"
The leader of the Snake School placed the sheets of parchment on the ground, then picked up a stone to weigh them down.
Throughout the process, from taking out the parchment to setting it on the ground, Perikena moved with extreme caution and slowness. Besides worrying about causing any unnecessary misunderstandings, she was also struggling against the bone-chilling killing intent that had all but... frozen her body.
But Perikena's mind had not frozen.
Her thoughts raced as she tried to work out how to escape.
To the Snake School leader's surprise, however, the enormous white wolf disappeared once she had finished.
It dissolved into specks