CHAPTER 3

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Chera, who was half-confident but thought that even Mirania would do this,’jumped up.

Her feet went up one meter away from the ground.

“Are you training in the air?’

Mirania shook her head and Chera was so excited that she started explaining.

“Yes. It’s similar, but technically speaking, it’s not a dog.”

“Then…”

“A wolf.”

“You have to be precisel”

“Wolf.”

“Ahhhh!”

Mirania only blinked. Chera, who burst into tears with an innocent look, wrapped her head with her arms and screamed.

The wolf cub, frightened by the scream, ran.

Although Chera’s hand swung at random, her momentum was quite harsh and scared the wolf cub.

The baby wolf’s nails scratched the back of Mirania’s hand. There were solid red lines made by the wolf’s nails.

There aren’t just one or two of such wounds as Chera glanced at Mirania,

“You’ve already been hurt a lot, right?”

Mirania grumbled at Chera, mesmerized.

“Why would you suddenly scream? I barely lost my strength.”

The wolf of the flesh.

In terms of strength, it was one of the most common races. The baby wolf opened its mouth wide and showed his teeth.

However, no sound was heard.

Chera glanced at Mirania, who carefully observed the wolf with a pouting mouth and no sound.

“You used the silence magic?”

“Yes.”

The baby wolf moved his lips without getting tired.

‘What would you put a spell on that wolf?’

While Mirania fixed her gaze on the wolf’s snout, Chera, being alert, folded her arms.

“Why did you bring a wolf? I don’t think it’s for a meal.”,

Mirania imagined a wolf cub coming up as a side dish for dinner.

That smell… Ugh, I felt sick.

Mirania, with a disgusted expression, saw Chera make the same reaction.

“…I’m sure you don’t. How did you catch a wolf cub that wasn’t even common even on the street, and why did you do that? What are you thinking?”

“I don’t know what you want to ask, Chera.”

“Just tell me everything that happened!”

“Then in my room…”

“No.”

As Chera swung her wand, tables and chairs from far away flew. Like a witch of destruction, her form was as rough as a storm.

It may reflect Chera’s mood, but it’s even worse than usual.

Mirania, seeing a chair running at her face, hurriedly flicked her fingers.

A chair that stopped in front of Mirania’s eyes fell down.

Mirania stared at Chera with a contemplative face.

“Did you try to attack me?”

“… please sit down, quickly.”

Chera, embarrassed because it was simply a control failure, moved to the chair.

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