'Wolfie', a young werewolf, challenges 'Witche', a young witch.

On ghost release night, whoever can hunt the most sweets or trick the most will get the other person's 'heart'.

“It is said that a witch's heart is very sweet and delicious. If you lose, you will definitely be eaten.”

“A werewolf's heart can make many good potions. If you lose, I'll ask, but it's just the heart. It's not enough."

A little explanation about this English title. It can be read in two ways and has two meanings.

Haunt (

hont) to haunt, disturb, possess

Hunt (

Hunt) hunt, pursue, pursue

Tsukimaru

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The full moon cast a bright silver light across the dense and silent night forest. A young girl was walking along a path that was faintly illuminated by the moon, a sullen expression on her face. Even her bright red eyes could see well in the dark. But the destination she was heading to could only be found by moonlight and the coincidence of fate.

Even though you're used to coming and going But the mystery of this path made her rely on the moonlight as her compass once again.

“Damn, witches are really annoying. Once I was able to fly, I stopped paying attention to the ground,” the girl moaned. The long, bushy, dark-brown tail hangs down and sways at the tip, indicating the frustration of a slender body having to walk through the overgrown grass that grows naturally and has not been trimmed by the residents who set up its territory here. The owner of the hut as far as the eye can see

The fluffy, pointed ears on the head wiggled to pick up the sound when reaching the hut's territory. An owl perched on a tree shrieked. before flying off and disappearing into the darkness of the night. Bright red eyes glanced at the petite figure for a moment before turning their attention to the hut in front of which there were lights and smoke billowing out, along with a pungent smell that stung the nostrils.

“Hey, witch,” shouted the young girl who visited at night. before jumping up and sitting on a large branch near the kitchen of the hut. In order to see the face of the hut owner who was standing and stirring a spatula in a large pot causing the pungent smoke smell.

“Good morning, Wolfie,” the girl in the black witch robes greeted in a sweet voice. A sweet, dusty face smiled to welcome the visiting girl who was sitting with her legs dangling on a thick branch.

“Hello Witche. What are you doing? It smells really bad.” Wolfy asked with a sullen expression. The smell of this smoke to her was very stinking.

“Poison,” Witche replied softly. A thin hand placed a spatula on a tray on a wooden table in the middle of the kitchen that was filled with various herbs piled together.

“I just got some rare mushrooms. So I tried concocting a bottle of good poison. Three more hours and we'll be done,” the young witch explained, closing the lid on the simmering cauldron. Before untying the rubber band, she let her silver hair, as beautiful as the moonlight, spread across her back.

“Would you like to come inside? Even if it's a werewolf. But wearing so little clothing outside like that is going to get really cold.” The young witch invited sweetly. Large light purple eyes looked at the slender figure who was wearing only a halter top and tight black shorts. Revealing mostly soft white skin, defying the cool night breeze.

“No, a shabby hut like that will break the door just by opening it. Both small and dirty Cramped,” Wolfy said disdainfully. Looking at the overall condition of the hut, it looks old and worn out. Even if a strong wind blows it, it will collapse just a few times. Inside, there were also piles of strange books and strange plants from which she had once had her foot bitten off by a stone-shaped plant head that had accidentally stepped on its withered leaves.

“Haha,” the young witch covered her mouth and laughed softly, having guessed what the other person was thinking. before asking in a clear voice

“So, would you like some tea?”

“No!” The female werewolf sternly denied. Accepting food from this harmless girl was like picking up trouble. From the countless experiences that Wolfie had had. A black witch is a black witch. The flesh inside is much more evil than the outer surface.

“Yes, then we must talk like this.” Witche sat down on the wooden chair. Picking up a pitcher and teacup from the void, he poured himself a cup.

"Come here like this, is there something I can help with?" Wolfy looked at the young witch's smile with an expression of disbelief. But I have to say it.

“I heard about Halloween from a group of travelers. It's interesting.” Red eyes looked at Witch who was sipping tea.

“Do you know? A ghost festival where you dress up as a ghost and knock on doors asking for snacks.”

“You know, things like this have been around for a long time. Or did you just find out and come ask me?” Wolfy was slightly startled.

“No…no, I've known for a long time. A normal festival where you carve pumpkins or turnips to make lanterns and then disguise yourself as a ghost and beg for free food from other people,” the female werewolf said in a slightly trembling voice.

“Really? I thought that a werewolf like you who likes to hide in the forest and rarely goes for walks around the village doesn't know about Halloween. It shows that you know a lot about various things.” Witch's smile softened when he saw the curious look in the girl's eyes in front of him. and the tail swings back and forth. Making the dark brown hair that was tied into a high ponytail, leaving the ends reaching to the hips, wave with the swing of the tail.

“Of course! I'm not a fool. You must know already.” Wolfy answered with his arms crossed sagely.

“Yes, is that all you have to say?”

“No!” The young witch raised her eyebrows at Wolfy, who was starting to look serious.

“I've come up with a new game. Let's compete,” the werewolf girl said defiantly.

“Who can ask for the most candy or be the scariest trick? It was the winning side.”

“Huh?” The silver-haired girl tilted her head and asked with a smile.

“So if you can ask for the most candy but I can be the most frightening trick. How will you decide?”

“Even if you get only a few snacks, you can trick a lot. You can put them together.”

“Hmm…that's interesting. And what's a good bet?” Wolfy crossed his arms over his chest and answered firmly to this question.

"heart!"

“Eh?” Witch raised his eyebrows.

“Isn't it too high? You can do it the same way,” the young witch recalled the past game. A challenge between her and Wolfie where the loser ends up having to go get something or run an errand. It was a bet that they had been making for hundreds of years. But this time it was something new and a bit risky.

"No, that's good," Wolfy grinned.

“Last time, I almost had my tail cut off and my arm broken by that damn wizard after losing a chess game with her. This time, just compete to find candy to fool humans and lose your own heart. The higher the stakes, the more fun the game is. You told me this.” Bright red eyes stared at the young witch with sharp eyes.

“Oh, don't bring up grudges from last time. I helped take care of that wizard.” The young witch put her finger to her lips and spoke softly.

“If you dare touch my stuff, you better not stay. It's an eyesore.” In a voice that was quieter than a boiling cauldron, Wolfy couldn't hear the young witch's words.

"What do you say? It's our last game." The werewolf girl grinned widely.

“Although it's a little sad that I might have to lose a friend who's a witch like you. But I want your heart more.”

“Huh?” Silver's eyebrows shot up at his last statement.

“I heard that a witch's heart has excellent properties. The older you are, the better. And the only witch I know and can take my heart easily is you.” The female werewolf stuck out her tongue and licked her lips. Bright red eyes that looked like those of a beast stared intently at the young witch.

“It is said that a witch's heart is very sweet and delicious. If you lose, you will definitely be eaten.”

“Oh, I'm so scared,” the young witch said sweetly. Then sit with your feet and chin on your cheeks. The face is slightly tilted down.

“A werewolf's heart can make many good potions. If you lose, I'll ask, but it's just the heart. It's not enough.” His purple eyes shone brightly.

“Well, this is the last game. Just betting on this is a bad disadvantage. Would you like to add something to your life?" The girl offered and smiled.

“Ah! Giving your heart is like giving your life. It's no different," Wolfy said nonchalantly.

“Then let's agree to this. If you lose, you must lose your heart and your life as well.” Witche asked in a clear voice.

"Alright, see you in three days." With that, Wolfy jumped down from the large branch.

“Come on, don't forget to dress appropriately for the festival and have a carved pumpkin on hand,” Witche called out after the slender figure walking further away.

Three days later…

“Slow!” Wolfy shouted as he saw Witche just land his broom in front of him. His face flashed with a sullen expression.

“Oh, it's just dusk. Where are you going in such a hurry?” Witche smiled as he conjured up a broom.

“Ah! And what is this outfit of hers? Just add a little more embroidery and a bow and ribbon.”

Wolfy commented when he saw the Witch's outfit, which was still in the style of the Black Witch's outfit. But there is an orange five-pointed star pattern added on the hem of the skirt that is a little shorter than usual. and has a bright orange ribbon contrasting with a cute little black bow. The pointed witch hat itself has a full orange five-pointed star pattern and a large star at the tip of the hat.

Her bright silver hair was loose and flowing down to her waist. And there are long dangling pumpkin earrings on both sides.

“Huh? And what about you? If you dress like this you might get tricked before you treat me.”

Witch looked back at Wolfy's outfit, which still had the same minimal design that young werewolves liked to wear for flexibility. The black strapless band reveals her full cleavage and shows off her flat stomach. Shorts show off long, white, smooth legs. Because the outfit is made from completely black fabric, it makes the skin look whiter and brighter.

Although there is a large orange bow tied at the back and orange heart buttons attached to black bat wings to decorate the outfit to make it look like a ghost release festival. But it is a set that is not suitable for playing.

Trick or Treat

How much?

“To wear a long, frilly dress like yours is really awkward. Just wearing the bow is annoying." Wolfy said, looking at her tail, which wasn't moving easily because of the bow that was tied at the waist a little past the waistband of her pants.

You can't cut it off because it won't look smooth. It was a human-style dress that she had secretly noticed that young women were now fashioning dresses with bows and a lot of ribbons and puffy lace. Even if it was just a plain colored dress with a plain pattern, it still had to have a lace band around the chest or a straight bow. Puffed necklines or sleeves look annoying on her.

But at the same time, teenagers who are a bit older still like to wear minimal outfits with shorts like hers or with cropped tank tops. Wolfie takes the popularity of both groups of teenagers and combines them with her normal clothes. And with a little advice from her female vampire friend, she gave her some extra decorations like bat-winged heart buttons.

“That's the neatest part of her,” said Witch.

“And is that…a jack-o-lantern?” The young witch looked at the large-headed pumpkin in the werewolf girl's hand. It was hollowed out and carved into a grinning face. The top of the vine is tied with a black bow, making this pumpkin look more cute than scary.

“Um, I see some humanists here. Is my skill good?” Wolfy looked at his work with admiration.

“If it weren't for the bow it would probably look better,” Vische commented.

“There are a lot of scraps left over. What's the point of adding more decorations? Just this carved pumpkin looks too plain. Add a bow to make it stand out a bit.”

“Yes, it really stands out.” The young witch felt that her friend had a bit of a problem with the application idea.

"What about you? A basket of sweets." Wolfy looked at the basket in Witch's hand, made from a carved half-headed pumpkin with a wide grin on his face. Lined inside with black cloth. The handle is wrapped with a ribbon with alternating orange and black patterns.

“Yes, I'm not good at tricking. I'd rather just ask for snacks,” the young witch replied with a smile.

“Ah! Too bad I'm better at tricking.” Wolfy snorted disdainfully.

“Yes, are you going to start yet?” Witch asked in a clear voice. Wolfy looked up at the sky, which was starting to darken because it was already dusk.

“You can start now. Let's go to the village ahead,” Wolfie said, referring to the small village near the forest where they lived.

“Huh? Shouldn't we go to the western village? There are more people than this village,” Wiche offered.

“Huh? That black village? It's not better. The people in that village are all sinners and coarse people. I never heard anyone pray. Moreover, the church was abandoned and became a home for drunkards and homeless people. In a place where sinners gather like that, no one would have the kindness to hand out sweets. There's no fun in fooling around,” Wolfy said disgustedly.

“That's good. Well, we're not humans. You can trick them into being afraid to the point of death. No one would mind if one or two of the bad guys died. But the white village you're going to has only good people. She probably didn't have a chance to trick her because everyone was willing to give out sweets during this festival. Like this, if we compete, we might end up tied,” Vische commented.

“Um…Fine, let's go to the Black Village.” Wolfy complied as he considered what the Witch had said.

When the two arrived at the black village The atmosphere in the village was completely different from the white village she had just passed through. There was no light from the carved jack-o'-lanterns. Quiet, without the liveliness of the night of the ghost release. There were no children dressed as ghosts knocking on doors. There were only drunkards stumbling about, singing slurred songs or looking for arguments. The perverted laughter of the bullies in the dark corners who were performing cruel acts.

“Separate, see you at 10:00 p.m. Oh, and don't choose the same target. Please make a sign,” Wolfy advised.

“Yes, yes, don't accidentally do anything too harsh,” Miwai's mother warned, knowing how impatient the young werewolf was.

"I know!" Wolfy exclaimed. Then we walked in different directions from Viche.

A slender figure tries to hide in the shadows to avoid the drunks on the street. Footsteps walked soundlessly, arriving in a rather quiet and dark neighborhood. Only the dim light of the carved jack-o'-lantern in Wolfy's hand illuminated the path. Until she arrived at the house that she saw as likely to be rich and had few people who would help reduce a lot of the annoyance.

The werewolf girl started the game. A hand knocks on the pale wooden door. After a while, the large door was opened by the man of the house.

“Oh little girl, what do you want so late at this time?” asked a tall man with a cigarette in his mouth. His eyes glowed as he stared at the slender body that was dressed so enticingly. It even has fluffy brown ears and tail that look a little too real. But the young man was more interested in other parts of the girl's attractive face than those two strange things.

“Trick or Treat”

Wolfy spoke as he had seen him when he secretly visited the White Village before the Witch came. She tried very hard to restrain herself from doing anything. 'Too harsh' with the young man in front of him who still continued to threaten her with his eyes.

“Huh? What does that mean?” the young man asked curiously. But his eyes continued to scan the girl's body intently.

“A kind of game. On a special night like this, let's play this game. You will choose to answer.

Treat

Then give us a little snack or choose to answer.

Trick

without giving anything But we're going to bother you… a little,” Wolfy explained, his expression trying his best to be friendly.

“It's an interesting game, but sorry, there's no snacks here.

Trick

Right?” The young man took the cigarette out of his mouth and continued speaking.

“But there was some good wine and meat left in the house. I happened to have just hunted a rare animal the other day. It tasted quite good, and its fur was very beautiful. Would you like to come take a look?” The young man moved his body slightly away from the door. To give the girl a rough idea of ​​the situation in the house, there were many animal heads hanging on the walls and on some floors, animal skins were spread out as carpets, showing beautiful patterns of soft, fluffy fur.

“On a cold night like this, the bed in the room was warm enough. Being alone was a bit lonely. Would you like to come in and stay a bit? There are better games.

Trick or Treat

Let me play too.”

“Huh? What kind of game is that?” Wolfy asked with a smile that didn't reach his eyes.

“Let's make a little bet,” the young man said with a smile on his face. Looks like this boring night will have things to do until morning.

“If you lose, just take off one piece of cloth. It's fun to play multiple rounds, are you interested? But this game might take…all night.” The young man's heart fluttered when he saw the girl giving her a sweet smile as if inviting her to come over. He felt his entire body heat up as he stared at those bright red eyes.

“Agreed that there is no dessert. What a shame.” A light flashed through those bright red eyes.

"Then I'll start tricking you." And so the werewolf girl's trickery began.

Suddenly, the fervor in the young man's body was replaced by bone-chilling coldness. The eyes filled with fear reflected the change in the figure standing in front of him. The heart that was once pounding with lust was now trembling with fear at the long, sharp claws and razor-sharp fangs.

The cold gaze drained away the young man's strength. The cigarette he was holding in his hand fell to the ground and then extinguished.

Five minutes later…the door of that house was closed. There were long scratches on the door that were hard to notice in the dark. Wolfy walked away smiling in a good mood. She searched for her next target house along the dark path of the night. Only the light from the carved jack-o-lantern in his hand seemed slightly brighter than before.

Knock Knock The girl knocked on the door of the next house. When the door of the house was opened A clear voice spoke out.

“Trick or Treat”

Those bright red eyes He stared at the owner of the house, a middle-aged woman with a sullen face.

Behind the woman These were the lanky young men staring at her with shiny eyes. And piles of stuff that are being cleaned. Each item, even though it is old or stained with dirt, is a valuable item. Like a pocket watch with blood stains on it. But it cannot obscure the beauty of the pattern on the lid of the real silver case.

“What do you want?” a middle-aged woman asked in a sharp voice.

"Give me some snacks," Wolfy said with a smile.

“But if you don't give it. You will be deceived.”

Knock Knock The sound of cursing and curses rang out as the young witch knocked on the door. When the old woman of the house opened the door Witch gave him a smile and then spoke out.

“Trick or Treat”

The old woman stared at the silver-haired girl with a sweet face who was dressed strangely in her eyes.

“Heh! Are you looking for the old man? Isn't it at the liquor store?"

“I have misunderstood. I just came to play the game,” Witch said in a soft voice. His sweet face still had a smile on it.

“Can I get a piece of candy from Grandma?” The old woman hurriedly moved to stand and block the door so that the girl could not see inside the house. But Witche had already seen it. On the table was half-eaten grape pudding.

“Go away, there is nothing for you,” the old woman scolded.

“Grandma, sharing is a good thing.” Witche smiled sweetly.

“I don't ask for much. Just one piece is enough. It is very delicious grape pudding.” The old woman still gave her a hostile look.

"Are you a beggar? Take this strange outfit and exchange it for some bread!"

“No, I just came to play.

Trick or Treat”

Viche still had a smile on his face and eyes.

“Just one piece of pudding. I didn't ask for anything next to the fireplace.” The old woman was startled by that last sentence. He hurriedly stood to cover the door so that the girl could not see what was happening.

“Get out of here!” The old woman shouted angrily and prepared to close the door.

“Ah…so Grandma won't give me snacks?” Witche smiled widely. It was a strange smile that made the old woman pause for a moment. A cold chill penetrated my rapidly pounding heart.

“Then I might have to trick you again.” The silver-haired girl reached into the basket of carved pumpkins and pulled out something.

“Take it.” The old woman looked at what the Witch was holding with two fingers. The round, candy-like shape was white, contrasting with the black gloves the Witch wore. But when she turned it with her fingertips, That thing seemed to have changed. Then a burning pain crept into the old woman's face.

“Grandmother's…eyes,” the young witch smiled. Meanwhile, the old woman hurriedly raised her hand to her left eye that was in pain. Feel the thick liquid. The wrinkled hand trembled when he saw red blood staining the fingers that had just touched the hollow eye sockets.

Amidst the silence of the night A loud scream tore through the silence. When the screams stopped The young witch walked away with a smile. Leaving only the silence of the night and a slight burn mark on the door of that house

A young witch searches for a new house. It is a house that is quite far from the original one. Just standing in front of the door, she could smell the wafting smell of liquor and loud noises. The young witch smiled slightly and knocked on the door.

Knock, knock, the sound of loud footsteps coming. Followed by the sound of the door being pulled open. The man with the bushy beard stood staring at the sweetly smiling Witch.

“Trick or Treat”

Light purple eyes looked at the man in front of him, who downed the bottle of liquor in his hand and drank it.

“Get out of my head!” and shouted at her angrily. The smell of high-grade liquor was so strong that Witches, who were accustomed to the smell of drugs, had to wrinkle their noses.

“Uncle, would you mind sharing some snacks with me?” Still, she smiled.

“Are you begging? Come from a different place. There aren't any kind-hearted people in this village! But she's dressed well. Or is it a whore?” The tall, mustachioed man looked at Wishe inquiringly.

"No, I'm just a witch." The girl smiled friendlyly.

“Huh!” The mustache-faced man just laughed in his throat. Because the girl's appearance was different from the well-known witches in many stories. Is it an ugly old woman or a charming young woman? Wearing a colorless black outfit This silver-haired girl had nothing in common with being a witch.

“What do you say? Uncle, can you share some snacks with me?” Witche asked in a clear voice. His eyes peeked into the house where a group of people, both men and women, were happily eating food on the table. The smell of sausages and grilled meat mingled with the aroma of alcoholic drinks.

“No!” the mustachioed man shouted as he prepared to close the door.

“Oh, then I must be fooling you again.” Witche smiled at the man in front of him. before reaching into the basket of carved pumpkins and searching for something.

“Take it.” The mustache-faced man looked at what Witch was holding. With blurred vision due to the influence of alcohol Therefore the details cannot be seen clearly. All you see is a thick, plump colored stick that looks like a sausage. But it is jointed and shorter. When you try to focus your eyes until you see clearly Pain shot into the hand holding the bottle. Call your mind to become clearer immediately.

“Uncle's fingers,” Witche said sweetly. Then a loud scream sounded. The men and women who were drinking and eating together turned to look at the door. So he saw a tall figure fall. It revealed the frail figure of a young girl standing outside the door of the house. She looked back at everyone with a sweet smile on her face.

“Trick or Treat

Could you guys share some snacks with me?” she asked in a clear voice.

“But if not, I will trick you all like I did with Uncle.” Witch held up the contents in her hand for all the staring eyes to see clearly. before tossing it onto the tall figure lying on the ground. When all eyes follow I saw the hand of the owner of the figure which looked strange.

Soon the door of this house was closed. Witch looked at the contents of the basket and smiled happily as the amount of snacks had increased until the basket almost overflowed.

“Sausage? Not bad,” the young witch muttered before turning and walking away. It left a faint burn mark on the pale wooden door.

When the appointed time arrived at 10 p.m. The witch and werewolf girl met outside the black village. A cemetery with a lonely atmosphere

“Ho ho ho, I tricked twenty-five each. Three more people got snacks, all of them bad and inedible.” Wolfy began to brag about his work. Then, two crumpled toffee packets and a rancid cupcake were placed on the coffin floor next to the glowing jack-o'-lantern.

“I got twenty-two sweets, tricked out eight,” Witche said softly as she placed a basket of carved pumpkins overflowing with sweets.

"Hoy! Isn't this village full of faggots?” Wolfy was stunned as two of them were led away.

"Yes, those that Wolfy crossed over." The young witch smiled.

“At first it was difficult to say. But once she fooled one person, the rest quickly gave her some snacks.” Then the werewolf girl realized her mistake by targeting only the houses alone or focusing on fooling the entire group at once. There weren't any left.

“As for those who live alone I'll just let you fool me.” The young witch picked up one of the candies in the basket. The bright purple cellophane wrapping was slightly crumpled and torn.

“What a pity. Tonight when making potions I'd rather eat grape pudding. But with so much bread and candy, I might have to sip tea instead. This kind of dessert is better eaten during the daytime.” The young witch looked at the slender figure sitting next to her.

“Oh…?” Wolfy suddenly felt chills as he stared at those light purple eyes.

“So, in the end, I won this game again?” Viche asked brightly.

“Ah…yeah,” the werewolf girl answered in a low voice.

“It's a fun game. I've done a lot of fun things, but here's something more fun.” The young witch moved closer to Wolfy. A thin hand rested on the full breast. Feel the vibrations of your heart beating rapidly.

“I want this heart. The rest of your life will be the same.” The sweet voice whispered in my ear. Wolfy slapped his hand away and backed away.

“Ah! Alright, I've lost. I'll rip out my heart right now."

With that, the werewolf girl's fingernails grew longer and sharper. Wolfy looked at her claws with slight hesitation before closing his eyes in defeat. But one thing she couldn't let the young witch win. It is torture or trampling on one's dignity. If you let the young witch cut out your own heart, it wouldn't end easily within a minute.

So that's the last thing you'll do in this life. is to take out your own heart first

“Oh, don't be in a hurry.” Before the long claws could swipe, Witche hurriedly grabbed that wrist tightly.

“Huh?” Wolfy opened his eyes and looked at the young witch in surprise.

"I'm asking for your heart. I didn't ask to go make potions.” The young witch smiled sweetly. Big, light purple eyes looked at the werewolf girl softly.

“But I asked for it to be mine alone.”

"look for? What else are you trying to trick?” The werewolf girl stared at the sweet face in a daze.

“Sigh~ I'm not fooling you. I'm really disappointed with your stubbornness.” Witch looked at those bright red eyes and smiled.

“But because of this? That's why I want your heart."

“What do you mean?!” Wolfy felt dizzy at the strange ambiguity of the young witch's words.

“That means… from now on you will be mine alone forever.” The young witch caressed her astonished face.

“With the heart and life you gave,” Wolfy felt a small crack in her head, as if she was beginning to understand Witch's words.

“The heart that I will be the sole owner of. And a life of being my slave forever.” The young witch leaned her face closer and whispered.

"Love slave" no matter how stubborn he is But it wasn't that Wolfy didn't know the meaning of these words.

“No!” The werewolf girl pushed the witch away. His sweet, clear face became red and hot.

“Let's compete again!” Wolfy shouted loudly.

“Let's go to the Gray Village. Compete again See you at midnight.” With that said, the female werewolf jumped down from the coffin and prepared to walk away.

“Yes, to win again. But my heart gave you away a long time ago,” Witche said in a clear voice. Makes your slender figure suddenly stop

“As for my life, I have only you. But if you want to be a love slave You can overcome it.” Then the young witch jumped down from the coffin. Walking next to the young werewolf who stood frozen. Sweet Face leaned closer and whispered into the werewolf girl's furry ears.

"Because I want to be loved." Wolfy blushed even more.

"go! Hurry, this time the target may be the same. Hurry and follow me. No! Don't follow me.” The female werewolf rushed out of the cemetery and shouted frantically.

“Yes,” Witche smiled amusedly and summoned a broom. before saying the next words They were words that Wolfy could still hear clearly even though he had run so far away.

“I will pursue it for the rest of my life. Because my life…has been entrusted to you.”

~Happy Halloween~