This peculiar power reminds me of the praise for the King of Bone Biting within our clan.
You!
Hog from Transylvania, have you taken up the banner of the King of Bone Biting? Under your vampire master's arrangement, are you going to become the new king of the Wolf People?"
"Heh, the old coffin board is quite insightful!"
Hog, this bastard, doesn't respect the old at all. It sat cross-legged in the tent, letting out a mocking laugh characteristic of the Wolf People, as it stroked the special chained box beside it, saying:
"That's right! I've taken up Lord Felix's banner, and I've become my clan's representative of civilization and protector of the race, but I won't become the king of the Wolf People.
The Wolf People cannot have a king, otherwise many will lose sleep.
Now my nickname is 'Wise Wolf.'
