How To Get My Husband On My Side

Chapter 64

There was some silence for a while.

As I pretended to be innocent and grinned with a teacup in my hand, the three sloppy paladins exchanged looks and soon began to cough and elbow each other.

What are you doing, guys?

It was surprisingly Sir Camu who was determined not to be able to endure it any longer.

Sir Camu opened his mouth with a somewhat displeased expression on his face, and asked in a blunt tone, "My lady, do you know about the frost wolf?"

"I've only seen it in illustrated books."

"I see. Books... I don't know if it was common knowledge, but it does not come out of the woods. It's pretty smart for a monster, so they rarely attack humans first."

It was also in the province. The frost wolves, which live in the frost forests of Britannia, were quite rare, along with dragons.

In the hierarchy, the average monster leaves only the stone when it dies, while the frost wolf leaves a corpse just like a dead beast. A dragon leaves behind a heart and a stone.

To get the magic stone, you have to split the corpse.

"But now they're......"

Lord Camu, who vaguely trailed off, looked back at his colleagues.

Sir Ivan, who was waving his arms to chase butterflies hovering around his shoulders, quickly spoke up, "To give you a rough idea, they're cubs who live in their own burrows and do little harm to us. There is also a saying that killing a frost wolf before a jubilee event is unlucky, a superstition. But you know, my lady, this is a jubilee year, and there's going to be an international event called the gladiatorial match soon."

"Yes. I didn't know there was such a superstition."

"It's a terrible superstition that only native people know about. Anyway, the problem is that the cubs are doing things that they didn't usually do, whether they were excited about the frost wolf or if they picked up the medicine that poachers spilled and ate it up....those fucking poachers really deserve to have their throats slit...."

"Ivan."

"What is it, you bastard... Oh, right. Anyway, the frost wolves suddenly flocked into people's houses and aren't moving back. According to the circumstances, they have been doing that since last night, but fortunately, there have been no casualties yet. The problem is, they are so fierce that people don't know when they might get attacked. We're here because it's hard to catch and kill them."

After a lengthy explanation, Sir Ivan licked his lips in a slightly awkward manner.

Sir Camu and Sir Galar were just staring at me.

So, the frost wolves, who never left their homes, suddenly swarmed in and threatened them, and with the superstition above them, they came to me?

"What am I supposed to do..."

"Well, I was wondering if you'd find out why those bastards were here.... we thought you may know."

You're asking for me to be an interpreter?

On the other hand, I felt relieved. I was so glad it was not about Popo.

Besides, they were not asking me to help kill, they were just asking me to find out why they refused to move out.

"I'd be happy to help you, but... I'm not sure it'll help. I've never met a frost wolf there. It's hard to be sure that every monster can communicate with me."

"We are also fully considering that possibility. I'm just asking just in case. Above all, we'll defend you thoroughly so you'll never be in danger, so you don't have to worry."