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Volume 4 Chapter 4 Part 4

But the Werewolf brothers were prepared for it.

The younger brother, Flint, jumped quickly in his Werewolf form and landed on the handle of the spinning axe. His older brother Gide also transformed into a Werewolf

picked up Coleen in one hand and leaped from the tower and run through the midst of Nord soldiers at incredible speed. When his path got blocked, he swung his free arm to cut it open, or leaped high over the enemies blocking them.

Coleen had no idea what was going on. However, as she was wrapped in animal hair and carried away, the tension and fear that were gnawing at her were eased.

Colleen closed her eyes and relaxed her body. She lost consciousness, maybe it was because she was so mentally exhausted, but she was on the verge of losing consciousness.

(We are already dead, so take me anywhere you want…)

And thus, Colleen Messala’s consciousness faded.

At that time, Flint was in a desperate situation on the tower. It was all good until he caught the axe thrown by the female warrior in the air and landed down. However, then he suddenly noticed that the female warrior was heading towards him with tremendous momentum.

He thought he had to flee, but Flint instantly realized that he could not do it, because he already felt the female warrior’s bloodthirst clinging onto his skin.

(Only one thing left to do now!)

Flint rolled to the floor, revealing his belly covered in white fur. It was a pose that showed absolute submission.

The female warrior stared down at Flint; her axe still raised.

「Aw… well aren’t you cute? 」

The warrior called out. Flint could see that the more time passed, the more nervous she got and her stern expression began to loosen up.

「Are you a Werewolf? 」

Flint responded with an affirmative snort.

「Okay, I’ll make you my pet then. 」

The female warrior puts one leg on Flint’s belly and calls out to him. It seemed that he was not going to be killed just yet. And since he has submitted himself to her, she was to be his new master. That was the Werewolf way.

Now that he looked more closely, the female warrior has a lovely face. Her breasts were also big and her butt was nice.

(Maybe it is not going to be so bad…)

Flint muttered in her mind and wagged his tail from side to side.
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August 28, 2013 of the Continental Calendar

「It looks like the wall on the sea side has been breached. 」

Standing on a tower guarding the castle gates, Vilar, the Earl of Artuk, led the defense of the castle. While giving blessings of protection to his people with the power of his Crest, they were fighting against the Dartanian army that was trying to destroy the castle gate with a battering ram while being supported by the covering fire of the Heavy Knights of Waldrind’s heavy crossbows.

The gate was on the verge of breaking down. They managed to protect it so far, but it was about to reach its limit.

In time, the Nord warriors would surge here, and Vilar and his men would defend their positions until they started to be attacked from behind. When that happened, Vilar ordered the surviving soldiers to retreat to the castle and summoned the Lords to do the same.

「I’m going to attack the enemy now. You guys should lead the defensive battle in the castle. 」

「Understood…」

The Lords all nodded with sorrowful expressions, while Vilar turned to Margaret. She smiled back at him quietly. In her hand she was holding a lit torch.

And so, the two of them got off the gate tower and stood side by side about ten steps from the castle gate.
As the counterattack from the castle ceased, the battering rams continued to hit the gates, and heavy crossbow bolts were continuously being fired at them. It looked like the gate would fall apart at any moment now, until finally the iron hinges at which the gate was mounted had fallen off of it and onto the ground below.

The castle gate will soon be broken.

Villar readied the greatsword he had prepared beforehand.

「Well, let’s go on one last rampage, shall we? 」

「Right behind you. 」

Margaret uncovered the jar she brought from her room. The thing that was contained inside was lamp oil. When the two of them looked at each other, their lips overlapped briefly.

The next moment, with a loud noise, the bolts broke and the castle gate was flung open. Dartania and Waldrind’s soldiers rushed inside while roaring loudly.

Margaret sprinkled the oil over her head, and she put the torch to her crimson dress. The fire burst into intense flames in an instant when it came in contact with the oil-soaked material, and soon her whole body was engulfed in fierce flames.

(It’s painfully hot. My skin burns and my flesh burns. This is what it means to be on fire. I have become one with the flames now.)

And so, Margaret put her right hand in front of her, wrapping the approaching soldiers in pillars of flames one after another.

She was a shrine maiden of the Sacred Fire Cult, and she possessed the Hellfire Magic that could only be used by someone like her, who mastered every Elemental Magic at the Magic University. That magic was something that she could use only if she became the personification of fire itself.

(Now then, Lord Villar. Please go wherever you want…)

Margret continued to wield Hellfire Magic until she used up her last strength.

She eventually fell on the spot, but the flames that she created did not go out until she turned her body into pure white ash and her soul was lifted up into the heavens.

(What a noble thing love is…)

Villar was touched by the sight of Margaret enveloped in crimson flames.

(But it is also so cruel at the same time…)

That is why he was so afraid of it. He didn’t want to lose the ones he loved, but at the same time, he didn’t want the ones that he cared about to be unhappy.

(And yet despite that, you gave me the supreme kind of love…)

All Villar could do now was to accept it wholeheartedly.
(You are inside of me now… so let us go together!)

And Vilar held up his greatsword and ran in a straight line as the enemy soldiers who turned into pillars of fire screamed and rolled on the ground around him. With his blade flashing left and right and the tremendous momentum of mowing down the enemies who tried to stand in his way, the soldiers of Waldrind and Dartania, who should have been convinced of their victory, were hesitant to make another step forward towards him.

The soldiers who wanted to move forward collided with the ones who wanted to flee backwards, resulting in them getting knocked down like the chess pieces on a flipped chessboard. All the while Vilar relentlessly stepped over the pile of human corpses and continued his march forward.

「What is going on there?! 」

Immediately after the screams broke through the castle gates, Marine Kraische of Waldrind frowned when she saw the soldiers in front of her falling into such chaos.

Beside her were Aubest Meletes and Dartania’s Viceroy, Milza Kuches.

「Probably Vilar going wild… 」

Milza snorted.

「Let me have a go at him! 」
However, Marine stopped Milza with her hand.

「We the people of Waldrind will be the ones to take revenge against the Earl of Artuk. The Constance family are the enemies of my grandfather Jurgen, as well as the enemies of my aunt Elsa. 」

「As you wish. 」

Milza has withdrawn himself.

「Royal Guards! Heavy Crossbow Stance, use Crest Anti-armor Bolts!! 」

When Marine gave the command, the Royal Guard knights who served as her personal escort lined up in three horizontal rows. The first row was laying prone, the second row was kneeling, and the third row was standing upright. With a heavy sound, the strings of the heavy crossbows were tightened, and the bolts of light that activated the power of Marine’s Crest were lit up.

「As soon as the Earl of Artuk comes within sights, you are to open fire! 」

Marne continued to issue commands until the crowd ahead split left and right, revealing the silhouette of Villar Constance, Earl of Artuk. The greatsword in his hand and his whole body were dyed red with blood. It was as if he was engulfed in flames himself.

「Fire! 」

Marine gave the command without hesitation.

Heavy crossbows were fired all at once with a roar.

The bolts shining pure white all went towards Vilar as if they had become one, and in the next moment, there was an explosion of dazzling light.