"Hey, brother. Did I say Rain? I can't believe you beat that Sigre... Yeah, he's an amazing person. Honestly, I'm impressed."
"If you look closely, you have very clear eyes. Yeah, next to my husband... no, you could be a better man than my husband"
"Are you drinking, my guest? The liquor is something special made in here. It's characterised by a slightly bitter taste, but wouldn't that be a habit?
Surrounded by a lot of werewolf people, we were all drinking.
With the victory over Mr. Sigre, me and Chiffon were recognized by the werewolves.
I've just never actually exchanged words.
So the rapprochement was supposed to be held...
What is this cheerfulness?
Do you really hate humans? And he's been so close and kind to me that I doubt it.
"Funya... this alcoholic beverage is intense... it makes my head grunt!"
"Canade, are you okay? Want some water?"
"... hiku"
A short distance away, Canade, Rifa and Nina were similarly surrounded by werewolves drinking.
Sometimes it's the same most powerful species over there, and we seem to be close from the start.
Nevertheless...... Canade looks drunk the most, maybe the most vulnerable to booze?
Nina keeps drinking to My Pace and I get a little worried.
"Look, guests! Don't watch the day after tomorrow, let's have a lot of conversations with us now."
"Drink more and more, you girl. Just because you're a woman, you don't have to be shy."
"You, on the other hand, be a little more shy..."
"Shut up! I like booze. The only one who interrupts pleasure is not as forgiving as his fellow countrymen."
"Ha ha..."
After all, Chiffon was confused, too.
I know very well.
You make me smile like this, I hate humans, I don't believe what they say.
Chiffon looks at me and sneaks in my ear.
"Rayne, do you really hate werewolves?
"The question is, I was just thinking, too."
"Ho, ho, both of you, you seem surprised."
Mr. Sigre showed himself.
In his hand is a vessel filled with liquor.
He seems to be drinking more than we or any other werewolf, but he hasn't changed his complexion at all.
He doesn't just have strong powers, he sounds like a hell of a drunk.
"Uh... it might be weird for me to ask this, being a person, but, oh wolves, do you really hate humans?
"You hate it. Humans repeatedly acted foolishly, even though we advised them many times. At its end… one of the most powerful species was extinct"
Is that about the Heavenly Clan?
If you were looking at the time, I can understand Mr. Sigre's disappointment.
"It's just... as I've said before, we werewolves dedicate our absolute loyalty by stipulating certain people as the Lord. Therefore, for those who forgive their hearts once... this is what it feels like."
"I see."
Is it similar to how a wild dog that roars and intimidates people as soon as they see them gets so much more people-friendly when they're kept?
"Well, I didn't imagine the day would come when you'd smile and drink with a human again."
"Really? Then why?"
"I showed strength, because there is. More than that, we were struck by the bond between us."
"Bond?"
"Assemble an improvised operation without exchanging words. If you don't trust each other, you can't. I'm surprised there are still people who can do that... We've moved to the North Continent for hundreds of years... and I wonder if humans are changing."
How foolish people in the past have done.
I just ask again, and I don't know what's really going on.
But I wanted it to be different.
"Whoa, I'm sorry. It's my celebratory seat, but I've been talking a lot."
"No......"
I can't believe you set me up for this...
I can't enjoy it more heartily than I have about Illis.
So no matter what they talk about, there's no problem.
Instead, you're welcome to talk about it earlier if it's relevant.
"In the meantime... let's have a drink and talk about the future"
"Ah...... yes!
He sensed what this one was looking for, and Mr. Sigre sits nearby.
"Well... let's start by talking about our relationship with the werewolves and the undead."
"Yes, please"
"Sometimes we've been disappointed in humans together, and we have a very good relationship. Except now for where we live, but at one point, they used to live together."
"Why, separately?
"I had a little fight."
"Is it a fight..."
Is it trivial, given the contention, the separation, where that kind of word is used?
Mr. Sigre continues to relax so that my guess is correct.
"Nah, it's not a big deal. Sometimes opinions conflict, and we're more right. No, no, we're more right, that's what it feels like. It feels like a collision of intent and intent, and we haven't pulled a single step from each other... finally, we're going to have a fight."
"Huh? Is that a duel like we did?
Chiffon gives a surprise voice, but Mr. Sigre shakes his neck sideways and denies it.
"If our mightiest species had a duel, it would have been outrageous. That's why we settled it another way."
"Is that...?
It's a race.
"Race......?
"The dungeons where the immortals live are so deep. I use it as a residence on about three levels, leaving the back of it alone. It's like the demons are gushing again, but the undead don't seem to care. So... we set a rule that it's better to get to the bottom of the dungeon first."
"I see... that's certainly a race"
"Since then, racing has become the norm in order to deepen the friendship between the Lycans and the Immortals."
I don't think Mr. Sigre is going to tell a completely irrelevant story.
Talking about racing with the immortals means…
"Maybe... we're in that race?
"Correct"
Mr. Sigre laughs like a child whose mischief has succeeded.
"Just in time for the race. As a representative of the werewolves, I'm going to put Rain and Sakura on the field. How about that?
"Isn't that rough...?
"It's gonna be rough."
It was Mr. Sigre who said salari.
It just doesn't look like he's talking a joke or a joke.
"The Immortals are hostile to humans, so... even if we mediate, I doubt they'll listen to us properly. If it's good enough to get rid of it, if it's bad enough, we'll be hostile to the werewolves."
"It's, again..."
Really, what did our ancestors do for us?
Probably something similar to what we did to the Iris and the Heavenly Nation...
I'm not a party, but I'm going to be very sorry.
"However, if you're just going to compete in the race, I think you can handle it. It would be imperative to rebel... but I think there is a chance that they will allow us to participate in an attempt to crush them with their own hands."
"Buh, that's a mess..."
"If you compete in the race and show me where Rain and Sakura do well, or maybe the immortals will change their minds and listen. It's like we've been moved..."
Whether it works or not...
That's me and Sakura... no.
So it's up to me?
"What do you say we try? Though Sakura is with us, there will be danger... because some undead birds hate humans, for the most part. Maybe I'll do something. Still, if it's possible, I think it's the only way."
"Let me do it"
"Oh, that's a quick answer."
"If that's the only way to get the Immortals to listen... if there's any chance I can help Iris, I'll just do what I can"
"Yeah, you look good. Maybe Rayne would expect that. Really... I don't remember that one."
Does Mr Sigre, who says so, recall the previous Lord...... the brave man?
He said it in a very smug tone and looked nostalgic.