How To Get My Husband On My Side

Chapter 65

"Grrrrrrrrrrhh...."

Perhaps he didn't like the way we were making a fuss, but the frost wolf, who sent the severed foot, began to growl, the fur on the back of his neck rising up.

The others were equally threatening, revealing their large, beautiful teeth.

Brutal, this was brutal.

"What the hell is that?"

"Did they hurt themselves?"

"There's no one who lost a foot among them."

I hesitated to pick up the feet rolling on the dirty ground. The roars, which seemed to be vibrating in the atmosphere, suddenly stopped.

"Ugh..."

I looked at the feet in my hand for a moment. Suddenly, Enzo came to mind. To be exact, the clock he once showed.

The mysterious dark red jewel attached to the exotic embossed wood.

A jewel that brought good luck.

Glancing back at the wolves, the sad alpha frost wolf now looked this way with a more frightening appearance than before.

I felt like they were going to start slaughtering the whole area like this....

I think I know why.

"Hey..."

"What's wrong, my lady?"

"What did you get?"

"Did the foot speak?"

What the hell do these people think I am?

I swallowed back a sigh and carefully continued.

"The superstition you said earlier, I think someone just ignored it."

"What?"

How should I explain this?

I took my eyes off the frost wolf and carefully chose my words.

It was hard to express exactly, but what the wolf was feeling right now, seemed vivid to me.

"Maybe they're here to find the owner of this foot."

"The foot owner... someone from their own kind?"

"I guess the owner is still around here. I don't even know if it's still alive. I think that's why they're only threatening."

Bang, thadum!

Oh my... The timing was amazing.

Following the thunder that seemed to tear up the sky, frost wolves began to howl dramatically.

At a time like this, it's unnecessarily dramatic.

Sir Galar, looked back at his colleagues, spreading his palms over my head.

"The blacksmith might have taken them."

"...did those fucking poachers sell the wolf?"

That seemed to be the conclusion.

I was resting in a nearby hut while the Three Musketeers overturned the whole area to catch a man who had broken the sacred superstition.

Frost wolves around the river bank were still camping like before.

I wonder if he was alright. He seemed extremely angry, but if the owner of the severed foot had already died....

"Aren't you cold? You should wear a cape."

"Oh, thank you......"

Even if my faint voice broke a bit in the end, it couldn't be helped.

I saw Andymion smiling as brightly as ever in my eyes that had lost its spirit.