"Don't you know? It's said to have been killed by someone, right after the full moon night, half a month ago. A caravan found traces of the white-furred wolf king's battle on the plains. They say the ground was scorched!"
The man spoke with an air of mystery.
"You talk as if you saw it with your own eyes. If the ground was scorched, that means a magus was involved! Do you think magi are as common as cabbages?"
His companion rebutted skeptically, raising doubts.
"Well, wasn't there some activity from the city's magus guild a couple of days ago? Something about reserve magi leaving the city in a large carriage."
"Were they going to investigate?"
"Who knows? Anyway, some say they were following up on the traces left by the white devil."
"Is that so..."
The man's companion remained half-convinced.
After all, a powerful mythical beast that had roamed those plains for nearly thirteen years wouldn't just disappear without reason.
