The Demon’s Contract
編集者: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Preston, sunny day.
The temporary base of the werewolf army.
A man dressed in a black robe stood at the door.
Zach, who had silver-grey wolf fur, came out to welcome him. He quickly said, "Thank you for coming."
Under the robe, a wolf face, which was also silver-grey, was revealed.
It looked somewhat similar to Zach.
But the wolf's eyes looked old.
One could tell at a glance.
This werewolf was not young.
Plus, Zach called him an elder.
The identity of the visitor was even clearer.
The arrogance that Zach had toward Morris disappeared.
What replaced it was humility.
"Elder, would you like to come in?"
Zach asked in a low voice.
Normally, the elder had many things to do and would not waste time on such things.
But this time, it was different.
The elder's wolf eyes looked at the temporary base of the werewolves.
There was a sense of familiarity in his eyes.
"Let's go."