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Epilogue 

In the inner city of the capital of Beltrant... 

In a room in the Huguenot residence, the current head of the family, Gustav Huguenot, was looking down at a little girl, who was just under ten years old. 

Her pale orange hair reached down to her shoulders, and while her face was very cute, her eyes showed nearly no sign of life. She wore a baggy brown robe over clothes that seemed easy to move in, but it was quite cold to only be wearing one layer of the material. 

No — her greatest characteristic lay elsewhere. 

The girl had small fox ears and a twitching fox tail, which were physical features characteristic to werefoxes. 

Werebeasts — they were grouped together along with elves and dwarves by the human race as demi-humans. 

Because the demi-humans’ territory was located towards the center of the continent, there were barely any in the western region of Strahl where humans inhabited. They rarely showed themselves in human-occupied territories. 

However, there were still demi-beings that snuck into human territory out of curiosity; there were also those born into slavery under human owners. For those demi-humans, it was their fate to be treated as slaves. 

It was especially bad for werebeasts. 

As beings halfway between human and beast, many saw them as impure. Higher-class humans, with their refined hobbies, were known to keep them as slaves; they saw themselves as saviors, giving worth to impure existences by keeping them as pets. 


The girl’s mother was a captured slave who fell ill several years after giving birth and passed away. For the record, half breed children between humans and werebeasts would only inherit the characteristics of one parent, making the girl a pure werebeast. The girl was born, raised, and kept as a pet in Duke Huguenot’s residence. Thus, while she could hold a simple conversation, she had not received a proper education. There was only one skill that she was taught... 

“This is your next assassination target. Remember this scent.” Duke Huguenot threw a single piece of cloth at the fox-eared girl. 

Yes, she had been trained as an assassin. 


The physical abilities of werebeasts were remarkably higher than humans — their five senses were exceptional, and a werefox’s ability to detect scents was on par with a dog. They could be raised as excellent war puppets. 

“Yes.” 

With a nod, the girl brought the cloth to her nose to memorize the scent, then put it away in her pocket. 

“Your target is twelve years old. Sex is male. Name is Rio. He has black hair, so he should be instantly recognizable by appearance. Kill him by all means necessary — even if you have to sacrifice yourself as a result. That’s what you were raised for, after all. Remember: you cannot run as long as you have that collar. Go.” 

“Under... stood.” The fox-eared girl replied to Duke Huguenot’s order in her faltering way of speech with a nod. Instead of a glint of hope in her eyes, the metal collar around her throat had snatched it and glinted dully instead. 

After that, the girl put on her hood and left the room and the residence. 

Sniff, sniff. 

As she tried to locate the scent of the assassination target, she felt a strange nostalgic feeling. 

Warm... 

Somewhere deep within her long-frozen heart, something started to melt... But that strange sensation instantly disappeared. 

The girl left the mansion to find Rio, her assassination target. 



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