"I feel very inferior. All my friends, whether humans or monsters, are extraordinary." - Bored complaints during the journey.

The conflict with the succubi finally came to an end thanks to the intervention of Leya, the "White Queen." The word "war" will not be mentioned in our daily conversations for some time.

Leya and Wolfrang explained the situation. Since we were planning to visit the Witches' House first, we would have to travel from north to south along Mountain Dotch, inevitably passing through the succubi's territory. They were worried that we might not handle the relationship with the succubi well, so they came to see and ended up in this situation.

As for the crazy woman Leya killed, it was due to Leya and Klever's love at first sight. Leya left her group to avoid conflict with her, which can be described as sparing her life. Unexpectedly, less than a hundred years later, that woman became the leader of the succubi.

But why did Wolfrang also come along?

"I want to go home too, hehe." Wolfrang patted my shoulder and pointed south.

Wait, does that mean our travel route will conveniently pass through Wolfrang's werewolf tribe? Suddenly, I became excited. This funny werewolf actually has his own group.

"Wolfrang, are you... like Leya?"

"Hmm? What do you mean?"

"Like, everyone looks at you... and..."

I imitated the worshiping gesture of the succubi towards Leya. Wolfrang thought for a while and then laughed.

"Hahaha, not quite like that, but something similar."

"What?!!"

Geez, why are you all forming factions? Leya is called the "White Queen", are you called the "Black Emperor"? Don't scare me. You all hide so deeply that Simmon and Park might also be descendants of some fallen kingdom nobility. It seems that only my wife and I are ordinary people.

After chatting casually with Wolfrang for a while, we returned to Medusa's camp. Leya went to inform the succubi about the ceasefire, and we rested for a while, preparing dinner.

For me, it's great that Wolfrang came along because the Medusas are more curious about werewolves than I, a human. Almost all of the Medusas kept their distance while secretly peeping at our lovely gentleman werewolf.

"Uh... Mr. Raul, are all the Medusas like this?"

"Uh... Mr. Wolfrang, it seems so."

"Your wife doesn't act like that."

"That's because... she has seen you many times."

Even Wolfrang felt awkward when being observed by a group of Medusas.

But Wolfrang has seen it all, and he is very familiar with the ways of the kingdom gentlemen, especially the graceful self-introduction after putting on the hat. He is just superb. Compared to him, my wife and I are nothing.

"Hello, I'm Wolfrang. Are you xxx?"

"Look, Wolfrang is at it again."

My wife and I watched as the werewolf displayed his charm to the elder sisters.

"Sisters don't understand this~"

My wife confidently said.

"Ah, Mr. Wolfrang, how do you do?"

The elder sister graciously accepted the werewolf's hand kiss...

Smack, the sound of a slap.

Even my wife was dumbfounded. I thought the elder sister wouldn't fall for this.

By the way, what did Wolfrang call the elder sister just now? It doesn't sound like a name.

"Does your elder sister have a name?"

"No, we Medusas don't have names."

"Then what did Wolfrang call her?"

"Oh, that's something similar to Leya's 'White Queen'."

As my wife explained, the phrase means a snake with two swords. If translated into a more badass title, it would be "Dual Blade Serpent", but that sounds too juvenile. I prefer to call her elder sister or "Leader of the Snake Clan".

Wolfrang and Aunt Hanxuan exchanged pleasantries for a while. My wife and I sat there awkwardly because of the previous incident with the succubus. Thankfully, the succubus was now dead.

"Whew~ Talking to Medusa, I was a bit scared," Wolfrang said, holding a hat and sitting down next to me, sticking out his tongue.

"Mhm, mhm," I agreed, and my wife gave me a glare...

"Uh...it's definitely better than a succubus," I quickly added.

"Huh? No, Leya is great. She can even make clothes..."

"Mrs. Raul, sorry..." Wolfrang's discussion about the terror of Medusa was cut off halfway by my wife's glare.

I couldn't come to a conclusion about who was stronger between the werewolf and Medusa on land. It was clear that both sides had some level of fear for each other. Medusa's arrows were precise and powerful, but it was a different story if they hit a werewolf's body. And in terms of strength, Medusa couldn't match the werewolf. In close combat, the werewolf had the advantage. However, Medusa's petrification magic was an almost undefendable attack in hand-to-hand combat. I could tell that Wolfrang would avoid direct eye contact when talking to Aunt Hanxuan.

Now, I could only be sure that the succubus was the weakest among all the monsters. If it wasn't weak, it wouldn't have resorted to using human weapons in battle.

But even this weakest monster could knock down a man like me.

"We're back, we're back. So many things happened," Leya said as she leisurely flew over from behind us, then perched on Wolfrang's shoulder.

Wolfrang was really someone who could have a person sit on his shoulder and a horse ride on his back. You could see his sturdy physique, but no matter what, sitting on someone else's shoulder was a little too intimate. When did their relationship become so good...

"Also, here's what you wanted," Leya said, taking out two bottles of wine from her skirt and handing them to Wolfrang.

"Oh right, you're still looking for Medusa's leader, aren't you?"

"Ah, yeah. Sigh...that's why I didn't want to come back. There are too many things to deal with after coming back." Leya had an expression that showed she was really fed up as she jumped down from Wolfrang's shoulder and headed straight for Aunt Hanxuan, who was preparing dinner.

I had nothing better to do, so I helped prepare dinner with my wife and Wolfrang. I don't know what happened, but the Medusa, who was originally preparing for war, was now having a celebratory meal for peace. I guess Leya and the Medusa leader were catching up like long-lost friends, saying things like "Long time no see, thank you for your help this time." "No worries, it was our fault in the first place," and so on.

Leya was called the White Queen for a reason - she had that kind of grace. And Leya had much higher prestige. At least everyone welcomed her with a smile. The man whom this kind of woman could fall in love with was probably not an ordinary person. Unfortunately, even someone as strong as Kleifrei could not resist the guns of the kingdom.

Or perhaps Kleifrei changed Leya with his love. But no matter what, this heroic hunter fulfilled the value of his life. Even though he had passed away, the people of Night Fall Town would keep him in their hearts.

Dinner was a roast deer, and I wasn't able to showcase my Chinese cooking skills, so I just helped Wolfrang. The Medusas loved this kind of roughly roasted meat, but compared to my wife, their eating manners were really poor, so poor that I couldn't bear to look at them. Because I was afraid the meat would be undercooked and cause stomach problems, I just had a little bit and mostly drank with Wolfrang.

The succubus' wine was made from wild fruits, similar to wine made from grapes, but for some reason, it had a high alcohol content.

"Ah...the last time I had roasted meat was when I was a child."

"You as a child?"

Wolfrang took a sip of wine, reminiscing about his "childhood."

"When I was a child, I was a bit taller than you, about this height."

"No, no, that's already quite tall."

"You're right, after all, you're human."

"What about you and Leya?"

"Mr. Raul, are you wondering if I'm drunk?"

"Hahaha, no, no, just curious."

Wolfrang showed a cunning smile of a werewolf, his gaze turning towards Leya, who was happily chatting with her little sister on the opposite side.

"I don't even understand the story between her and me..."

"I see..."

"Instead of me, you should pay more attention to your wife. Maybe you still don't know what you two really mean."

The furry paw put the top hat on my head, the oversized hat almost swallowing my head, and I pretended to stiffly turn to my wife, attempting to appear comical.

"Darling, where are you? Your husband can't see anything!"

"Hehe."

"Let me touch you!"

"Haha, not here."

The hat was slowly taken off by my wife, and under the dividing line of the raised brim, her face reflected the flickering firelight.

Don't let me become haggard.

Tears suddenly welled up in my eyes. During the attack of the succubus, for a moment, I thought I would never be able to see this beautiful face nestled in the snake nest again.

My wife didn't say a word, and I didn't know what to say either.

We both forced a smile.

We made it through the dangerous predicament that could be described with the word "chaos." The final outcome was somewhat satisfying. Hopefully, this stroke of luck can continue.