Leya sat quietly on the stone steps of the auditorium, the rain pouring heavily. Her black wings trembled occasionally, fluttering like the sobs of a grieving soul - it had been seven days since Cloverly's death.

The battle only lasted for a day. The residents of Night Fall Town, led by Cloverly, resisted for only a few hours before being overwhelmed by the gunfire and artillery. One-third of the town's houses were destroyed. The kingdom was no longer the weak nation relying on swords and knives. Flintlock guns had a longer range than their own magic spells, cannons had more destructive power than any magic they had ever seen, and there were highly trained clergy members with the army.

With her own strength, she could no longer protect the town, nor could she protect her beloved man.

Perhaps the era of black markets had come to an end?

...

"Ow~ Being shot does hurt a bit."

"Calm down, cease fire!"

The captain of the kingdom's border defense force, wearing a silver helmet, loaded ammunition while giving orders to the soldiers beside him.

"If we were in an open field, I may not be able to hold off twenty guns. But this is the jungle."

The black and gray phantom moved swiftly among the trees, no gun could keep up with its speed.

"Indeed, they are regular soldiers. To remain so calm."

The werewolf continued to circle in the forest. This physical exertion was nothing to the werewolf, but the problem was that it couldn't afford to pause. If it stopped to attack, it would only end up with more bullet holes.

The experienced border defense captain concentrated his troops together and stood in the middle, commanding them to ensure that they could fire in all directions with the least delay. Without a clergy member accompanying them, this was the conventional method to deal with werewolves.

"I didn't expect to encounter the border defense force here. It seems that the relationship with the kingdom is irreparable."

The werewolf grabbed a tree with force and jumped to another further away, concealing itself.

"It seems there's no way around it. It's been a long time since I fought against humans. Last time, they were still using bows and curved blades. Well, getting injured is inevitable. The only thing to consider is whether I can reach Night Fall Town today."

The veins beneath the werewolf's fur became hot. Werewolf blood was born with savagery and slaughter. Its emerald eyes observed the attacking route through the gaps in the leaves. There was only one second to establish an advantage.

A surprising attack began. Using two trees in succession as springboards, the werewolf, like a one-thousand-pound bomb, hit the soldiers who had surrounded it with a vertical angle. The head in the silver helmet spun in the air for a few rounds before landing in the furry claws, as cold rain and warm blood fell on the earth at the same time.

"Nice to meet you, border defense force. I am Grisen Wolfrang, the leader of the Southern Werewolf Tribe. Of course, you... can also call me 'Mr. Grayback'."

Wolfrang toyed with the head of the border defense force captain using its claws, politely introducing itself.

"It-it's Grayback! Fire! Fire! Fire quickly!"

The gunpowder smoke became Wolfrang's excellent cover, and the rain rendered some guns useless. But even so, Wolfrang would pay a great price.

When the smoke dissipated in the jungle, only scattered corpses remained on the ground. Wolfrang, dragging a twisted trail of blood, reached the auditorium on the western side of a Night Fall Town ravaged by artillery fire.

"Phew... I guess I've arrived."

Using an umbrella with a few small holes, Wolfrang carefully surveyed the scene before it.

"Hmm?"

Leya looked up at the werewolf staggering towards her, a sight she had never seen before - someone who had been shot repeatedly, had bayonets sticking out of their legs, blood staining their fur red - yet still holding an umbrella, striking up a conversation with her.

"Hey... you, a succubus drenched in the rain, full of sorrow~"

"Hey... you, a bloodied werewolf, holding up a broken umbrella~"

Wolfrang revealed its beautifully bloody fangs and lightly tapped Leya's head with the umbrella.

"Your clothes... are so beautiful, and now they're wet... what a pity..."

"Thank you."It was ridiculous that rainwater dripped onto Leya's already soaking wet dress from the holes in her umbrella.

"Ha... ha, I forgot, let me introduce myself... My name is... My name is..."

Before Wolfrang could finish his words, he stumbled along with the broken umbrella into the rain.

"Phew, I... ran into some border guards on the way... got a little delayed..."

"Are they dead?"

"Of course."

"Will you die?"

"Of course... not. How can I die in front of someone as beautiful as Miss Leya?"

And thus, this was Wolfrang and Leya's first encounter.

End of Volume 1.