CHAPTER 22

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Meanwhile, In the midst of silence in Mirania’s room where Mirania and Chera had left, the doorknob rattled.

Click, click!

Squeak~

The door began to open after a series of door rings went off the knob.

A black and moist nose appeared through the open gap of the door.

It was Grecan, whom the witches were looking for everywhere.

Grecan, who pretended to run away to the forest and returned to the castle, heard Mirania’s orders as he entered the castle.

However, since he was ordered to return to the castle, Grecan was already in the castle and was not affected by the order.

It was Mirania’s mistake in thinking that he had only run far away from the castle.

Grecan, not bound by orders, went up the stairs without hesitation and arrived at Mirania’s room.

At first, Grecan had a plan…

It wasn’t to run away and escape from the witches.

Not long ago, the validity of Mirania’s orders had expired. What was the order? it’s the order not to touch the Leberianz.

Grecan’s eyes sparkled, waiting only for this moment.

Waiting until the effective time expires and then moving along with his plan, Grecan carefully calculated and moved.

Grecan walked in and strolled around the desk where the coffin of Leberianz was located.

Then, with a snap, Grecan pushed the coffin with his front foot.

Thud!

The coffin fell and there was a noise. Grecan peeked out of the window.

“Come back to the castle, Grecan!”

The sound of Mirania’s command rang, and the sound of the coffin falling seemed to have been buried thanks to it. No one has noticed his actions yet.

Reassured, Grecan approached the coffin. He knocked on the half-open lid with his foot in the impact of the fall.

Then Leberianz in the coffin was revealed. Without hesitation, Grecan opened his mouth wide and bit Leberianz’s thin ankle.

Crack~

Along with the cold, the body odor of the bats sips in through his nose.

“Growl!”

Grecan growls disapprovingly.

“Strange smell…”

However, I couldn’t leave him like this because I don’t like the smell.

Grecan has been hunting since the time other baby wolves were being fed.

Grecan’s hunting style was to leave no trace. Chewing each and every bone.

It was a way to increase the survival rate, and it was effective even in secret moments like now.

Grecan stepped back biting Leberianz’s ankle. When Leberianz’s butt was caught and he couldn’t get out of the coffin, he bounced upward.

Thumpㅡ

After Leberianz’s butt came out of the coffin, it was easy.

Grecan turned his head and pulled Leberianz’s body out of the coffin.

Thud!

Leberianz’s head hit the floor, making a noise. Bright blonde hair scattered messily on the floor. It looked like they would let out a sigh of regret if those who loved art had seen it.

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