Volume 3 Chapter 175 Encounter With The Enemy
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
Passing through the teleportation gate conjured by Rufna, Kian and his group descended from the golden wheat fields of Ramsey to the quiet marshes lying just before the town itself.
A vast stretch of damp grasslands spread beneath the twilight sky, where mud and green blended into the night’s stillness.
Far in the distance, stars sparkled faintly, dancing on the edges of the horizon.
Above it all, a beautiful white moon cast its soft glow on the hill where they had arrived.
From their small rise, the world seemed open and far away.
Kian stepped forward slowly, his boots sinking slightly into the grass up to his knees, eyes drawn to the endless sky.
His breath caught for a moment—not from fatigue, but from wonder.
”────”
A gentle breeze swept in from the marsh below, carrying the scent of fresh grass. It was cool and light, unlike the damp, sticky heat of southern Châtillon or the heavy air of Izerland.
This wind likely flowed across the hilltops and into the wheat fields of Azankot—a clean, summer night breeze that felt rare and precious.
”It’s beautiful,” Linca said, her voice bright with wonder as she appeared beside them.
”The wind feels amazing too!”
”Didn’t you spend some time here during your last mission?” Sarah asked casually, walking right behind Kian.
Linca clasped her hands together and tilted her head with a little twist, “I haven’t been here before! When I get leave, there’s nothing north of Ramsey worth visiting. I never had a reason to come.”
”That makes sense. If I were Lady Linca, I’d just relax with a cup of tea at Ramsey’s tea house,” Sarah said with a smile.
”You’d pick card games over tea, wouldn’t you… I know your type,” Linca replied, grinning. “If I spot a skilled player, I challenge them, bind them with the anti-rule, and hunt down their rare cards.”
”Rare cards are assets,” Natra said, joining in smoothly. “If needed, I can sell them to collectors for a good price. My hobby is a form of investment.”
Sarah, now walking beside Kian, frowned slightly, “Natra, are you gambling?”
”Just a little. For fun,” Natra said without hesitation.
”That’s how it starts. First it’s harmless, then it grows. One day, you end up like Mr. Rean.”
”I’d rather not,” Natra said with a wry smile.
”See?” Sarah said firmly.
Next to her, Linca muttered, “Mr. Rean really is unlucky…” She sighed, but deep down, she knew it wasn’t entirely undeserved.
Hands on her hips, Sarah turned to Natra like an older sister scolding a younger sibling. “Cards are fine, but stop gambling with money or rare items.”
”Understood, Lady Sarah…” Natra answered obediently, but her tone said otherwise.
(That’s the kind of ‘understood’ that means absolutely nothing. I can tell.)
’Enough chatting. Work first—rest only after we finish at least the minimum combat preparations.’
Kian turned back to the group and raised his voice just slightly.
”Alright, everyone. Let’s begin. We have three key tasks tonight. First, confirm the location for the magic fortress. Second, analyze the terrain between here and the likely position of the Beastman army. Third, determine the effective range of large-scale magic and magic swords. For that last one, we’ll reference Homork III’s testimony and previous battle records to reconstruct the enemy’s spells.”
”Will you be using magic?” Linca asked, scanning the area from the top of the hill. “For now, I don’t detect any Beastman scouts within my range.”
”Linca, what’s your detection range?” Kian asked, turning to him.
”Without a mage’s staff, it’s around a three-kilometer radius,” Linca replied.
She faced the group and added calmly, “Of course, it’s not a perfect sphere. The range and accuracy change based on my alert level, physical condition, and mental focus. Right now, my body’s doing fine, but the open scenery has me feeling a bit too relaxed. My attention’s slightly scattered.”
”Black panther fur disrupts magical flow. It can’t be picked up easily through mana sensing,” Kian said, activating his vampire hypersenses.
From nearby, he could sense Sarah and the others’ life signs clearly.
But beyond that, in the wetlands below, only the faint presences of small animals reached him. No signs of human targets.
”Even my sensory network can’t track expert black panthers,” he said quietly.
”Ms. Katyusha really was something else,” Sarah murmured. “I feel like there’s a wall I just can’t climb, no matter how hard I try.”
”For Sarah—the female gorilla—to say that…” Linca added under his breath.
”…? It’s true,” Sarah replied without flinching. “My stealth still doesn’t reach Ms. Katyusha’s level. I’ve trained until I dropped, but I’ve hit a wall.”
When Sarah says “trained until I dropped,” it isn’t a figure of speech—she means it literally. That’s just who she is.
She’s talented, yes. But unlike Natra, she doesn’t have as much natural flexibility.
She covers that gap with relentless effort. She trains ten times harder than anyone else and gets results.
Back in their monastery days, she and Kian were always together, meaning her training time was just as long, if not longer.
She took no days off. Training was both her discipline and her relaxation.
Kian still admires that about her, even now.
By the way, Sarah’s stealth is no joke.
Unless someone has a special trait like Katyusha, they can’t surpass her.
As someone who’s seen scouts from both the east and west, Kian could say that with full confidence.
”Hey, you guys,” Sarah called out. “Let’s wrap up the small talk. The sky’s going to lighten soon.”
”Right. The Wing Cain job’s to oversee the battlefield and draft precise maps. I don’t trust maps made by others,” Cain said as he walked over.
”True. I’m in charge of designing the magic fortress,” Sarah voice added. “I want to at least complete the foundation, but with the time we’ve got… who knows.”
”But then, reinforcements from Izerland are expected by noon,” Kian said, letting out a quiet sigh.
To be honest, Maribel couldn’t be trusted. That’s why the so-called “bandits” — in truth, the regular army — were ordered not to enter Ramsey. Instead, they were set to camp behind the hill.
Kian and the others were tasked with persuading them and leading the way. After that, they’d join the second strategy meeting to discuss the Arminus battle. Today’s schedule was already packed tight.
”I’m going with Sir Kian to assist,” Natra said, stepping forward.
”Then Ms. Linca and I will help Rufna,” Sarah added, brushing her braid back. “We’ll join you once we finish up here.”
”If anything happens, we’ll teleport right away,” Rufna said, her tone sharp but warm. “Sir Kian, Ms. Natra… please, be careful.”
”Yeah,” Kian replied with a firm nod.
He called Wing Cain and grabbed onto its leg. Natra followed, gripping the other side beside him.
They gave Linca a nod. She smiled and waved her small hand gently.
With that, they took off from the hill, riding the wind together.
* * *
First, they headed straight out from the hill.
Every hundred meters, they raised stone markers using earth magic. Each one stood tall, shaped like a crude totem. A kilometer ahead, the totem was twice as large — a marker easy to spot from far away.
By repeating this, they traced the path to the visible horizon — roughly 13 kilometers from the hill, which was so high it barely felt like a hill at all. Wing Cain had been chosen from among the faster familiars to fly ahead and back, finishing the round trip in about forty minutes.
Beyond that point, wetlands stretched on. Far off in the distance, the Black Forest’s shadow spread across the edge of the sky.
”It’s heavy clay soil,” Natra muttered.
She tugged her boot free from the mud and glanced at the thick sludge clinging to the sole. The swampy ground slurped at her feet with a soggy, suggestive squelch. About two centimeters of muck stuck to her boots.
She swept her hand and cast water magic to rinse them clean. Then, with a bit of earth magic, she hardened a patch of ground beneath her feet, creating a small, dry platform to stand on.
”This terrain’s going to be a huge problem. We’ll need to flatten the ground with magic if we want to march properly.”
”It’s because of the artificial floods,” Kian replied, squinting at the soggy field. “Autumn always brings a lot of rain around here.”
But Ramsey’s officials had long accounted for that.
The rivers were carefully maintained to prevent major floods. Instead of disasters, they allowed the water to seep in gradually. These gentle floods carried nutrients from the Nordende River, enriching the soil and flushing out harmful elements.
It was a technique passed down from the old Empire of Night — a kind of land-purifying tradition. Even now, in the human era, Ramsey’s people still followed it, thinking of the land not just for today, but for the next thousand years.
Despite the Western Church’s shadow stretching across the continent, Ramsey’s reverence for nature remained strong, rooted in these long-standing practices.
”Both artificial rivers on either side are more than 300 meters wide,” Kian said. “They’ve been bringing timber from the Steel Tiger’s domain since before Lord Oswald’s time, just to keep up with Ramsey’s growth.”
”Even though the two sides don’t get along?” Natra tilted her head.
”Same as Châtillon and Nakash. They don’t like each other either, but Azrael’s merchants still show up at Châtillon’s port all the time. Business is business,” he said, smiling faintly. “It’s like I told you before — the city’s growth always ties back to trade.”
Next, they measured the width of the marshland.
It had an hourglass shape.
The hill they stood on was the narrowest point between the rivers. At the 13-kilometer mark, the wetland stretched nearly five kilometers wide. Beyond that, the rivers slowly spread apart again as they flowed toward Ramsey.
These artificial rivers didn’t just serve for transport. They also supplied water for agriculture, which explained their unusual placement. They passed through both sides of Ramsey, distributing water evenly to the farmlands.
Which meant this hill… was likely man-made.
From a defense perspective, it made perfect sense. It also helped slow the water’s flow. Normally, a checkpoint would be built at a place like this — but if enemies caused a flood, it would be submerged. So instead, the fortress had been placed further back, likely at the end of Ramsey’s northern city road.
”The flow of the Spiritual Vein is strong here,” Natra murmured, pressing her hand to the damp ground.
Kian nodded, his eyes locked on the manmade river ahead.
”There are several wedges around Ramsey, so teleportation’s possible… but with strict limits now. This area’s still untouched.”
That’s why, when Umar traveled to Izerland, he had to ride a dragonfly until reaching the marked zone. Without Demete, he couldn’t teleport everyone from Ramsey — not unless he forced Natasha, the witch of Yelmar, to do it.
Natra squinted, gazing across the wide riverbank.
”And outside the rivers… marshlands,” she said. “A natural fortress.”
”Yeah. It’s nothing like the swamps near the Great Forest or the ancient temple,” Kian replied. “There’s a ton of floating grass, and monsters hide in the shadows. Wearing armor slows you down, and they can bite from under your feet. Still, it’s not impossible to move through.”
The enemy force numbered between 2,700 and 2,900.
They had only about 450 soldiers.
If the enemy spread out in a wide line and came straight, they could barely hold them off. But if they tried a flanking maneuver, it’d be dangerous. There was a real chance part of the Black Panther unit might cross the river somewhere, sneak through the marsh, then cross back again to attack from behind.
It wouldn’t be the first time.
In past wars, Oswald had stayed on this hill during harvest season to keep Beastman shamans from entering the sealed domain near the Spiritual Vein. At the same time, enemy troops would use the river and marsh to infiltrate Ramsey’s wheat fields.
They knew how to flank — even if they paid for it in blood.
Oswald needed sleep. At night, his magic and sword techniques weakened. If enemies slipped in like ants while he rested, they could still succeed in raiding, even with heavy losses.
That delicate balance kept Ramsey alive.
It let the Beastmen survive winter… and let Oswald be hailed as a protector, earning both honor and praise for his actions.
But this time, Oswald wasn’t here.
This time… it was no longer just an “event.”
It was a real invasion.
(…Off topic.)
”Is it still hard to block surprise attacks from the sides?” Natra asked quietly.
”On the day, we’ll send 20 Wing Cain, Linca’s Shikigami, and Sarah’s golem into the sky,” Kian said. “Plus, Owl’s agents are keeping an eye on their boat-building. Unlike Oswald, we’ve got night vision. If they get close, we’ll see them coming.”
Still, there was one problem.
If Arminus and his elites moved, their raw strength could overturn the battlefield.
That’s why the plan included countermeasures — just for them.
”If we can hold off Arminus and his group when they strike from the side, the rest should fall into place,” Kian muttered. “I doubt they’ll come straight at us just because they outnumber us. But if they do… we can probably win.”
He didn’t expect them to make that mistake.
They weren’t fools.
”For battles now, it all comes down to the quality and number of magicians, right?” Natra asked.
”Exactly,” Kian replied, glancing her way.
”Other than the Silver Wolf, they’re still fighting like it’s a hundred years ago. That’s why — even with just 147 people — we still have a real chance.”
* * *
After that, they regrouped with Rufna and the others to measure the effective range of their magic and enchanted weapons.
Originally, they planned to fire from the top of the hill. But to avoid alerting the enemy, they chose a spot thirteen kilometers away and aimed toward the hill instead. Linca waited near the impact point behind a sturdy barrier, suppressing sound and shockwaves.
To make it look like the attack came from the hilltop, they raised a mound about fifteen meters high and climbed up to cast their spells.
”I’ve finished setting up the recognition-blocking barrier,” Sarah said, brushing dust off her hands. “For now, no sound or light should leak out from behind us.”
”Thanks, Sarah,” Kian replied with a nod.
”Alright then, let’s begin!” Rufna said, already stepping onto the platform.
She leaned forward, peering down at the group below.
”Let’s do this!”
”Got it,” Kian answered, raising his hand.
Rufna began her chanting. She laid out several catalysts, performed the ritual gestures, and finally pointed her magic bow to the sky.
Kian and the others stood on the platform, arms crossed, quietly watching. Rufna gathered a surge of mana into her bow and released an arrow into the sky.
It took thirty-two seconds from the start of chanting to the shot.
A sharp whistle rang from the arrow as it pierced the air. Magic circles bloomed above like ripples, drawn from the pressure of the shot. Just as Kian had instructed, Rufna kept the spell within a safe range. From the circles, burning rocks five meters wide began to fall.
Compared to normal stones launched from a catapult, these carried intense heat. They smashed into Sarah’s summoned beetles—who stood in formation like a wall—triggering a massive explosion on contact.
A burst of white light flared at the impact site, forming an elliptical shape. The ends sharpened, then quickly faded. A low roar and a faint blast of wind brushed past Kian and the others, stirring their hair.
The attack didn’t end with a single rock. Six magic circles hovered in the sky, and from each pair, twelve burning rocks rained down. The bright flashes stung their eyes, and the ground trembled beneath their feet from the lingering vibrations. Kian couldn’t hold back a gasp.
”…Whoa.”
”Incredible, isn’t it?” Sarah said, her eyes shining.
”That’s our Head Magician,” Kian said proudly. “No one else could pull that off.”
”Exactly,” Natra agreed.
Rufna smiled faintly as she lowered her bow and stepped down from the platform.
”I can manage that about once every forty seconds.”
”It’s so powerful, I’m starting to wonder why I even bother waving this stick around…” Kian muttered, glancing at his weapon.
”To take down magicians like me before they attack,” Rufna said calmly. “And to push back those trying to do the same to us. Master, I’ll leave defense to you. There’s an opening during the ritual.”
”My turn now,” Sarah said. “I’m also a magician. I can call down a meteor, but my range is only two kilometers.”
”Want me to use my magic bow again?” Linca offered.
Sarah shook her head.
”I never planned to rely on Princess Maribel’s equipment. I’ll cast unarmed on the day. That’s why I need to test how far my bare magic can reach.”
With that, it was Sarah’s turn to try her meteor spell.
Kian moved Linca to reestablish the barrier.
Afterward, they measured Sarah’s attack range and other details.
Her meteors had an effective range of two kilometers, and when they landed, they left craters deep in the earth. If aimed at slow-moving troops, one hit could wipe out a dozen soldiers. The chant time and output were impressive—three meteors every twenty-seven seconds. If she had the right staff, her casting speed might even surpass Rufna’s.
Linca tested next, casting without a bow. Her chant took a full minute and twenty seconds, but each of the three meteors she summoned had power equal to one of Rufna’s. The range extended up to three kilometers.
After that, they tested the magic sword and magic bow, in order: Kian, Natra, and Rufna.
Kian’s Windsong Blade reached about five hundred meters, but it drained his mana rapidly.
Natra’s thorned sword had the same range but could be used repeatedly without much cost.
Rufna’s magic bow had a maximum range of one kilometer. With it, she could pierce enemies from afar, even take them out before they saw her.
”Next up, let’s prepare for the enemy’s spells,” Sarah said.
”Wait,” Kian asked Rufna, furrowing my brows. “Can the enemy block those exploding rocks?”
Before she could reply, Linca, standing beside him, answered instead.
”It’s not about blocking. They have to disrupt the magic circle and break it before it activates. Trying to counter it with equal force would be reckless… a last resort, really.”
”Yeah… If that exploded mid-air, it’d be a disaster,” he muttered.
Linca nodded, “The Black Panther and Steel Tiger units might not know, but the Silver Wolf will. They’re the strongest mercenaries in the Western region.”
She continued without pause.
”Silver Wolf’s leader, Barghest, studied advanced magic theory in the Royal Capital. He and Ozeas have kept their army updated with the latest techniques. Based on battle records, their elite team, Storm Herd, has adapted to modern spell warfare. They’ve even managed to intercept meteor spells multiple times.”
”But…” Sarah said, stepping in, “the problem is still Rufna’s arrow range.”
”Ten kilometers, right? No regular mage can reach far enough to interrupt that,” Linca replied.
”Exactly,” Rufna said. “In that case, I’d keep firing non-stop. If I start from five kilometers out, the enemy will have no choice but to rush forward. Behind them is their own family. Once they’re hit, they’ll charge without thinking.”
”Sarah, Linca,” Kian said. “I’ll find your staff. I want to see all three of you call down meteors together.”
”Are you sure?” Sarah asked, her eyes wide. “If I get my staff back, I’ll become an even bigger threat.”
Kian shook his head slowly, “Let’s pause that discussion for now. I’ll get the staff. We have to win this war.”
”Yes… I’m sorry.”
”No, I’m the one who should apologize,” Kian said.
The mood turned heavy for a moment, until Linca clapped her hands, breaking the tension.
”The enemy’s magic includes stone bullets, right? About five hundred meters in range?”
”Yes,” Sarah replied. “And that spell that calls lightning from the sky… It’s about one kilometer, isn’t it?”
”Correct,” Rufna said.
”Alright, I’ll launch a spell first. Ms. Sarah or Ms. Rufna, please try to block it.”
”I’ll join too,” Sarah said. “Rufna already taught me how.”
”Then let’s take turns between the three of us,” Natra suggested.
Kian gave a short nod.
”Sounds good. Thanks, Linca.”
* * *
Before long, dawn broke across the wetlands.
The white morning light spilled over the land, making the dark mud glisten. After completing the test runs, they decided to return briefly and prepare for the formal announcement—that the former castle commander, Owl, had been a monster in disguise all along. Everyone was also starving after a long night of spellcasting.
──Someone’s coming.
At the thirteen-kilometer mark, where they had just begun clearing the platform, Linca suddenly turned to the east and said it.
”────”
Rufna silently reinforced the surrounding ground.
Sarah drew her long sword, etched with ancient magical script. Natra followed, unsheathing her thorned blade.
Kian stepped free from the mud and climbed onto the ground Rufna had hardened.
From the east, figures raced forward with the sunrise at their backs. They moved swift and silent—
like a pack of hunting wolves.
Kian’s super senses caught the sound of heavy breathing and the vibrations from powerful footsteps shaking the ground.
”They’re solidifying their footing as they approach. Looks like they all can use magic,” he said.
Rufna flashed a sharp smile and readied her magic bow. “Wait, Rufna. We don’t even know if they’re enemies yet,” Natra warned.
Linca nodded at Natra’s words. “Besides, we’re under a ceasefire right now. If we attack, it could cause serious trouble.”
”But from what Master said before we left, it’s almost certain they’re enemies, right? Letting them get this close just because of a ceasefire sounds stupid. Right, Master?” Rufna challenged.
Kian narrowed his eyes at the fast-moving shadow ahead and said calmly, “Rufna, stay back and support with your magic bow.”
At the front of the group stood a man clad in black armor—a Wolfman.
”That’s ‘Burning Spear’ Juji. He’s the leader of the main branch of ‘Storm Herd,’” Kian explained.
”Oh my, they’re running so hard, like wild dogs,” Sarah muttered, stepping forward beside Kian.
Natra moved to the opposite side, and Linca stood next to Sarah, her expression questioning why these people were so aggressive.
”Good grief. I’ll support from behind when needed,” Linca said softly.
”Yeah,” Rufna agreed, jumping backward.
Kian held Sarah and Natra back as they tried to move forward, then took a step ahead of them. Linca wrapped herself in the magic barrier known as ‘Penetration.’
Juji’s figure became clearer.
His light blue eyes locked on Kian’s silhouette, veins bulging at his temples as he leapt forward.
Their incredible physical skills showed as twenty-one warriors landed on the hardened field Rufna prepared.
Twenty men lined up, gripping short spears with hostile intent, and Juji stood at the center, his murderous gaze sharper than all the others.
A middle-aged Wolfman pulled a strange magical spear, carved from ancient wood, from the holder on his back. He twirled it before slamming the tip into the ground.
”Kian of Izerland.”
”It’s been a while, Lord Juji,” Kian replied formally.
Juji twisted his face, baring his fangs. “How dare you kill our comrades! You killed the High Warlord! I will never forgive you!”
”Is this really happening?” Kian murmured.
”Before, I couldn’t act because of the allied emissary, but now it’s different.”
”Still, we’re in a ceasefire. Besides, aren’t you going to the other world to find Mrs. Hariette and the others to protect the honor of ‘Storm Herd’?” Kian asked.
A man behind Juji answered, “Before that, I’ll kill you! Once we enter the other world, you might never come back!”
”Did Umar allow such reckless actions?”
”Ha, you’ll be surprised. Umar betrayed you. No, maybe you betrayed him first, Kian of Izerland!” Juji snarled with twisted anger and righteous indignation. “You supposedly killed Lord Demete, right? Lord Umar is deeply saddened. He never wanted to raise a child like you. What a disloyal son. Shame on you! Scum!”
”But if you fight me now, what about the search in the other world you promised Umar? You won’t return safely,” Kian warned.
”Is that so?” Juji asked with a calm smile.
Kian’s combative grin widened. “Didn’t Umar tell you to come here alone?”
”And what of it?”
”I’m not alone. There are four of us,” Kian said, spreading his arms wide.
Sarah and Natra ignited their magic, releasing a chilling aura. Linca, resigned to battle, radiated deadly intent.
”So what? Whether I kill one or four, it makes no difference,” Juji said.
”That might be true for you, but you don’t know the skills of these three. There’s no need for needless bloodshed. Let’s settle this with words,” Kian suggested.
”Shut up!” Juji’s eyes turned bloodshot as his face flushed red, and he clenched his lips, exhaling angry breaths through his nose.
”We are not afraid! We are ‘Storm Herd’! ‘Storm Herd’!” he shouted.
An old silver wolf at the edge howled.
”Step aside, Kian of Izerland! I’ll tear you apart!”
”──Is there no other way?” Kian calmly observed the enemy positions, as if sizing them up gently.
Except for Juji, all were magic soldiers with staffs on their backs. Sixteen seemed skilled sorcerers judging by their magic and casting styles. They could launch powerful large-scale spells. Keeping distance could be dangerous.
Juji was the largest and his magical spear was the biggest threat.
”That bastard is mine! My prey!” someone shouted.
”Hey Juji, don’t kill Kian until we’re done with the women. Hehehe,” another voice added.
’Kian.’ Talia spoke to Kian, who appeared beside him. ‘Maybe test the magic sword. Can you do it?’
”I can, but he’s a strong enemy.”
’I understand.’
Without drawing his sword, Kian stared directly at Juji.
Juji’s patience snapped under Kian’s calm gaze.
”Kill them all! Go! ── Ooooooo!”
Juji’s legs creaked as he charged forward.
Linca vanished and struck through the brain of the old silver wolf at the far end.
Unaware of their fallen comrade, the wolves attacked fiercely.
Sarah and Natra split left and right, while Kian used Mist Form to retreat quickly.
Before half a second passed, Juji swung his cursed spear, which glowed dark red like fresh blood, cutting a semi-circle through the air where Kian’s afterimage was.
”Don’t run, coward!”
Juji charged alone, making it clear it would be a one-on-one fight.
With the morning sun behind him, Kian charged forward, drawing the Misty Magic Sword and taking his stance.
Notes:
• Linca – Jibril’s favorite girl. High-ranking warrior monk woman from Shin, with strong abilities like ignoring attacks and poisons.
• Katyusha – A female warrior monk of the black panther race and a follower of Abbas Hashmalik Shakerdoust.
• Arminus – Male. Leader of the Black Panther Tribe. Possesses extraordinary physical abilities, enhanced by the tribe’s unique technique that repels energy and magic attacks. His speed and strength surpass those of High Warlord Isthbaran. Wields the magic sword Balmung, capable of cleaving through an ice dragon with a single strike. His black fur provides camouflage in low visibility, making him nearly undetectable. Relationship: Leader of the Beastmen Alliance’s delegation.
• Demete – A male dark elf shaman and a servant in the Umar household.
• Mag – The wolfwoman under Yelmar—the one who was caught by Kian’s group earlier.
• Ozeas – Son of Glen, involved in forbidden experiments.
• Juji – Male. Leader of the Wolfmen’s ‘Jinsou’. A skilled warrior with sharp senses and combat abilities. Relationship: Part of the Beastmen Alliance’s delegation.
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