Dusty -

"Ahem ......"

A dusty Emile crawled out of the deep hole in the ground, carrying the body of the giant wolf in her hands.

She walked up to me and dropped it to the ground.

"See it clearly?"

"Eh ......" I froze, "What I see clearly?"

Emile straightened her hair.

"No chance, right?"

"What ......"

The girl in my arms suddenly unbuttoned my cuffs, and the cranky little white jumped out violently and ran wildly toward Emile.

"Little ...... White!?"

"Hey, hey, hey ......you are so fierce." Emile easily and effortlessly blocked its bite, picking up its tail, turned back to the mercenaries and said, "Stop pretending, you guys know there was something wrong."

"Eh, what's wrong?"

Ciali asked.

Then she was hung cruelly by Emile.

“You should have sensed it," she clapped her hands, "I obviously did not cut the artery but it kept bleeding, I obviously did not have much force but they were able to cut in two, obviously you ladies tried to save their lives but they are so brave and not afraid to death. "

"Well," Poland agreed, "It does seem very wrong."

"Also," she brought Little White up to her eyes and wagged his tail, "Your family's magical beasts are overrun? So many of them have been killed by us that they are close to the level of extinction, right? And this kind of fake to outrageous scene, you haven’t seen the blood at all, right?"

"So......"

I asked confusedly.

"That's why I said boring, boring as hell."

She threw Little White to the ground and pointed to the bloody and cruel scene around her.

"All of this is fake."

My mouth was dropping.

"Nah, Molly Ann sweetheart," Emile lay on the body of the giant wolf behind her, "Do you remember when White appeared?"

"After you wake up and let the magic carpet fly."

I answered without thinking.

I was so impressed ......

"So what, what can you think of?"

Magic carpet ...... magic ......

I seem to remind of something.

"To manifest the identity of a witch, I had done it then."

So the little white was attracted by Emile......

"Yes," replied Emile calmly, "It is the so-called Alpha."

"And then," she looked at the white fog around her, "It should be strengthened the illusion skill ......"

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Emile's explanation was that as the Alpha of the Dark Moon Phantom Wolf, Little White, wanted something from the Witch, or Emile.

But the overpowering threat prevented it from doing it, and it had to sneak around first to find an opportunity.

Then, just after Emile rejoined the others, it saw less and less hope of success, and unleashed its own natural skill, the Swarm Illusion.

"Am I right, Alpha?"

White lay on the ground and stared grimly at Emile.

"Well, even if it's an illusion, creating such a strong doppelganger similar to your will take a lot of cost, right?" Emile pulled the wooden stick out of the giant wolf's body, "Now it's ...... "

She stabbed at the giant wolf's bloody body -

"Ow-"

White ran over frantically and bit off Emile's wooden stick.

Then spun around twice and growled twice like threatening.

"Oooh ......"

The giant wolf struggled to open its eyes and licked down the little white body.

"...... Eh?" Emile froze, "What's going on ......"

The green crystal in her arms, given by Damia, the Diviner of Stars, suddenly shattered, and the majestic mist condensed into a pale green void.

"Alas, how could I possibly lie to you," The light, fluttering voice carried with smug tone, "I said this thing would be interesting, then it will be."

"...... Damia ......"

Emile clenched her fist.

"So, little fool Emile~"

The vaporous figure floated lightly to Emile's back.

The gloating tone made she want to punch in her face.

"You-guess-it-wrong ❤~"