"You have to duel against me!" Grandpa Werewolf said to me in a loud voice and everyone who watched the discussion heard it.
"…aren't you dying? Do you really want to die quickly?" I asked.
Then Grandpa Werewolf pulled my head closer and spoke in a low volume so only I can hear him. Well, Victoria who's on my shoulder can hear him as well.
"That's the thing. You see, we are proud Werewolves. But over the years, other Werewolves don't have as much pride as we used to have. We love battle. That's true in the past, and in the present as well. But it has been a long time since we have a real battle with our lives on the line. We haven't fought for real in a long time. That's why our feeling toward battle is no longer the same. We used to think that dying in battle is an honor, but now, we just fight for fun without having to kill anyone other than our preys." Grandpa Werewolf said.
