Not a man-wolf, man-wolves could only transform on the full moon, and they could not escape a werewolf's control; never could they take over the land alone, and the elf who had told her earlier: it was a black wolf, the
Dill knew that all her preparations had been for this day; the knowledge the witches had taught her was dead, dull parchment, and the werewolves were living, breathing demons.
No one said that a werewolf had to hurt domestic animals; perhaps he purposely avoided them to better hide his face. Does he come once every few years to reduce the danger of concentrated hunting? If so, all outsiders could indeed be werewolves in disguise.
When it really is a werewolf.
In fact, Dill seriously doubted that, with the added effects of [Goddess' Expectation B+] and [Ominous Omen A+], even if there were no werewolves to begin with, one would be born to her out of thin air.
Moreover, if what the elf said was true, it would still be a black wolf that symbolizes absolute calamity. As soon as she left the novice village, she would have to fight high-intensity big boss copies.
Dill's heart sank; she couldn't help but glance at Mucha. As a Silver Knight, it was impossible for him not to know about werewolves.
"Have you ever seen a werewolf with your own eyes?"
Mucha nodded, not looking away.
She asked tentatively, "Are they scary-looking?"
"The most evil things I've ever seen in my life."
His voice was soft, and he didn't even move, but the dew and moisture hanging from his shoulders and cloak seemed to freeze in the moment, and Dill could practically feel the sharpness and coldness of the silver sword at his waist.
As soon as he found the werewolf, the teenager would definitely not hesitate to draw his sword and fight the werewolf to death.
Right now, he looked like a veritable silver knight again.
Dill was suddenly a bit curious; if it was a witch, how would he answer?
The young girl changed the topic: "That missing Sir Russell, what kind of person was he?"
Mucha seemed to snap out of his thoughts as he sighed a little. "He was my most respected elder and the best warlock in the church."
Dill was flabbergasted; she had heard of warlocks. If the Silver Knights were the light of the church, then the warlocks were the shadows that guarded the church.
Although the church denounces witches for practicing evil magic, they also have so-called alchemists within the church who specialize in the occult, searching for ways to restrain witches and werewolves, and the silver bullets that are currently effective in killing the Wolf King are from the church.
If Mucha knew a warlock, it wouldn't be strange for him to know some blessings that bordered on magic.
Mucha didn't notice Dill's thoughtfulness as he continued to relate, "The whereabouts of the werewolves have been mysterious and unpredictable over the years, and as soon as Russell heard about the legends here, he immediately requested permission from the church to come and investigate."
He could not hide his heaviness as he said, "Half a year passed and he did not return."
Dill didn't know how to comfort him; she could see the familiar feeling of childish admiration in the other's eyes, that Sir Russell should be a father-like figure to Mucha
"He's a knight; surely he's fine. Has the mayor seen him?"
"I was planning on asking today; come on, it's just up ahead."
The white stone-built sanctuary stood apart from all the buildings, with fresh green vines climbing the walls with kudzu flowers, and the glass-flowered windows on the walls cutting delicate shades of light. Dill had no trouble noticing that the surrounding streets had been cleared, with black-robed bellmen patrolling the alleys and occasional dark shadows drifting by to make people suspicious.
The glass windows of the sanctuary let in a goose-yellow velvet light, and Dill counted from the patterned interlocking shadows, at least almost ten of them ... The thought that there might be a werewolf lurking inside made her stomach feel empty and sour, and the clanging of the knights' armor next to her made her feel like her stomach was being kneaded repeatedly by a hand.
The current situation was like preparing for a big exam for several years and being told on the fly to add an extra subject: she had to uncover the ferocious and cunning black wolf without being detected by the Silver Knights.
The witch rubbed the envoy in her arms, the soft feathers of the great white goose scalding her mood.
The two entered the restaurant one after the other.
"Wow, finally, I thought I'd have to wait until dark to see anyone."
The man's rambunctious laugh caused Dill to frown almost immediately; that Sir Elder was even there.