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This can’t be real. I must be having a nightmare right now.
That legendary werewolf—the embodiment of nightmares—is standing right in front of me.
I’ve run into the one person I least wanted to meet. This is the worst.

I am a practitioner of detection magic, a magician who can peer into the past.
I know how to handle information.
Of course, I’ve undergone rigorous training to ensure I never touch unnecessary information. I know the fate that befalls those who know too much.
But this time, it seems my caution has backfired.

He’s such an intelligent and gentle-looking man, I thought he’s no more than the private tutor of Lady Shatina, Governor of Zaria.
I let my guard down, thinking he was just a retainer, but he turned out to be a monstrous beast. With a triumphant smile, this man transformed into a werewolf.
And not just any werewolf.
Lord Black Wolf of Lüenheit
The strongest and most evil monster, known as the Demon King’s proxy.
I’m an idiot. A complete fool.
This evil demon must have listened with glee as I let my guard down and blabbed everything.

A trap set by the Senate to pit the Demon King’s army against the provincial governors.
I wasn’t keen on this lackluster scheme to instill anti-demon sentiments in the governors from the very beginning.
But an order is an order. As a loyal official of the Senate, I carried it out.
And the demons heard every single word.
Just how stupid am I?
I’m as stupid as those Senate high officials.

I’m going to be killed. This monster can deflect even boulders launched by a catapult, there’s absolutely zero chance for me to escape him.
The past information I’d read using detection magic recorded the moment the owner of this knife was killed.
The moment he tried to challenge the werewolf before me, the knife’s owner had his neck snapped before he could do anything. He didn’t even realize he’d been killed until his very last breath.
He isn’t an opponent a mere human like me can possibly handle.

Damn it, it’s always like this. Everything always backfires.
No matter how hard I try, nothing ever pays off. I’ve done my duty exactly as ordered, bowed my head, been looked down on—and yet I’ve kept working.
I’ve been worked to the bone by those idiots in the Senate, failed my missions, and now, to top it all off, I’m about to be killed by a werewolf in a place like this.
Why do I have to go through this?

Right before my eyes, a werewolf—as if carved from the darkness of hell—bares its fangs. A vast, swirling magic dominates the surroundings.
Is this the power of the Lord Black Wolf, famed as the King of Werewolves?
Fear blinds me.
The embodiment of slaughter—said to have slaughtered four hundred soldiers, routed an army of two thousand, and even bitten the hero to death.
The rumor that he smashed through the gates of Tübahn with a single blow makes perfect sense now that I’m directly faced with his overwhelming presence.
Strange as it may sound, I’m actually starting to feel a sense of awe.
Indeed, with how strong he is, he could blow everything to smithereens.
The ultimate tyrant, the invincible destroyer.

And he’s laughing.
The werewolf is laughing.
As if to say it could kill me at any moment, the werewolf is laughing.

Laugh, laugh as much as you want if you feel like it.
After all, I’m just a nobody, a nobody who’s only worth being laughed at. A nobody who lives off the Senate’s paychecks even as I’m sick of the Senate.
But I don’t like the idea of dying as a foolish envoy while being laughed at by a monster.
At least in the end, I’ll die as myself.
I don’t give a damn about the Senate anymore.