Mini-Lich clacked its jaws and said, “I have been researching the werewolves’ language these days.”

“Why would you research something as useless as that?” Acle said, poking fun at the small lich.

Mini-Lich shook its head and responded, “There is no such thing as useless knowledge in this world.”

“It sounds like nonsense, and I’m not interested in those kinds of things, but you looked bored so I’ll at least listen to what you have to say,” Acle said haughtily.

“Thank you, Acle,” Mini-Lich replied.

“Hmph! Go on, tell me about it,” Acle said. Then, Mini-Lich pointed at White, who was sleeping under the shade of a tree on the other side.

“Rakuran... Zekaru…” White grumbled in his sleep.

Mini-Lich translated, “That means ‘Don’t… I can’t anymore…’ in their language.”

“Hmm… Sounds boring, but go on,” Acle said.

White continued to talk in its sleep. “Rakur. Rakurni! Kiruzard…”

“That means ‘Don’t. I said stop! You bastards…’ in their language,” Mini-Lich translated once again.

“Noryazekarwee…!” White grumbled.

“He says ‘That’s my ass…!’ in their language,” Mini-Lich translated.

“…What kind of dream is he having?” Acle muttered, furrowing his brows. He said, “Hey, not something like that. I mean, don’t they have any cool words in the werewolf language? How about a cool way to greet someone or something?”

“Of course there is,” Mini-Lich said as it opened Nakron’s Codex. The empty pages...