I Set the Rules, I Am Wild!

The future Alkin presented was far too enticing; it was a solution that would end all suffering and resolve every problem once and for all.

To end the isolation of the Fog Moon Kingdom and cease the endless slaughter and conflict with the Ancient Ones—was this not exactly what the people desired?

As for whether it could succeed? Would a hunter who had already slain an Ancient One lie to them? If this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, they had to decide whether to seize it firmly.

It was a perfect opening, and the people were diving right in!

The crowd raised their torches, their cheers growing louder and louder like a rising tide as they followed Alkin forward, while countless brilliant fireworks poured into the night sky.

Amidst such a fervent atmosphere, only the secret agents of the families hidden in the crowd were completely stunned.

"Damn it! What is she trying to do?! Has she lost her mind?!"

The commoners might not know, but how could they not understand?

Where were there any Ancient Ones in the entire Fog Moon Kingdom? Only the Wolf Ancestors counted!

No wonder the Fenrir family had been so strange lately; such a massive upheaval had occurred.

To be honest, given the state of the Wolf Ancestors, killing them might actually be a form of release, something no one could deny, and ending the kingdom's isolation was the desire of every person of the Fog Moon, but...

Without the Wolf Ancestors, how would they withstand the retribution of the Moon Deity? None of them were innocent!

A decaying, stagnant order was still an order, but Alkin intended to burn the entire kingdom to ashes!

"Do you like fireworks that much?!"

Once the spotlight shifted away from the cruise ship, Sylvia was the first to rush forward, gritting her teeth as she confronted Alkin.

"How is this any different from declaring war on the other families?! Do you expect them to just surrender?!"

Alkin tilted her snow-white, delicate chin, her handsome face appearing even more radiant under the glow of the fireworks, her lake-blue eyes misty and mischievous as she laughed.

"Because I was never a good person to begin with."

"Since bestial nature has already seeped into our marrow, then let us properly vent the wildness and violence in our blood. My flames will burn away all the sordid schemes and kill the darkness hidden in their hearts."

"Only such a slaughter can be called meaningful!"

Faust walked to the white wolf's side, clapping his hands as he spoke.

"I don't see anything wrong with it. At the very least, it's quite lively."

The prince did not think the wolf-girl was being excessive; on the contrary, her actions were beyond his expectations yet deeply appealed to his own tastes.

If you're going to do something, do it big. The white wolf's fearlessness and determination were exactly to Faust's liking. Among all the witches he had met so far, Alkin was the one most like himself.

She could not tolerate mediocrity, was utterly reckless and arrogant, and could immerse herself in her own world regardless of everything else.

I set the rules! We are wild, and we do exactly as we please!

Therefore, Faust felt the same excitement Alkin did, and he spread his arms.

"Do you hear that? Everyone is cheering for Alkin. The leader of the wolf pack, the savior of the Fog Moon, stirring a tide all by herself. There is nothing to criticize; this is exactly how it should be done!"

"I knew it! I knew you would like it!"

Alkin's eyes lit up at his words, and she flashed to Faust's side, grabbing the man's wrist without a word and spinning him around on the spot.

"Our souls are so perfectly aligned, in such harmony. How can there be such a wonderful encounter in this world? It truly is a gift from fate."

Faust shook his head and said, "This is no gift from fate, but my own choice."

What a joke. If things had followed the script of fate, Alkin would have started a massive massacre in the Fog Moon Kingdom by now, and he would never have met her.

It was because Faust actively broke in that he encountered Alkin.

"Mm... is that so? My dear prince, it seems you are someone unwilling to entrust yourself to fate. Then let me thank you for your gift. I have envisioned this feast for a long time, and without your help, I really couldn't have held it so recklessly."

The elegant and dashing wolf-girl bowed solemnly to Faust and then invited him to dance.

"Come, in this intoxicating night, would you care to dance with me?"

Faust naturally would not refuse, placing his hand around Alkin's slender waist as he replied, "With pleasure."

The white wolf immediately pressed her body close, her nostrils flaring as she caught the scent of the man, which was like a mellow wine, leaving her intoxicated and dizzy with joy.

In a surge of frantic palpitation, Alkin suddenly leaned forward and bit Faust's lip.

Accompanied by a sharp pain, Faust discovered that the wolf-girl was actually tasting his blood, as if it were some divine nectar.

After a long while, Alkin finally pulled away, looking unsatisfied.

"Hahaha... sorry, I simply couldn't help myself. I can no longer tell the difference between the taste of blood and wine."

The wolf-girl's handsome, pale face wore a smile, her eyelids drooping slightly as she poked out her tongue.

Seeing the girl's playful and cute appearance, Faust couldn't help but laugh.

"Is this what they call uncontrollable wildness?"

"I prefer to call it an impulse."

Alkin began to dance even more flamboyantly. Her steps were completely without order, yet felt entirely natural. Faust and the wolf-girl stayed pressed tightly together, dancing amidst the cheers of the thousands until dawn.

...

Alkin's hunting declaration was no empty boast. After a night of indulgence, the grand Great Wild Hunt began.

It wasn't just the hunters of the family; everyone inspired by the speech set out, bringing their own provisions and arming themselves.

The celebration had not even ended as the cruise ships sailed out of the river, floats traversed the wilderness, and groups of revelers brought songs and fireworks to every town in the kingdom, dragging every stranger they met into the fray.

The forests that were once strictly forbidden areas were now completely open, trampled by the masses.

Faust had initially thought that during this process, frenzied beasts would attack the crowds, causing immeasurable casualties.

But surprisingly, the crowd met no significant resistance. Hundreds and thousands of people used blades and axes to fell ancient trees and used fire to burn away thorns and shrubs.

Even if beasts appeared, they were killed on the spot. The forest that once surrounded the Fog Moon Kingdom saw its borders constantly shrinking, everything proceeding with unbelievable smoothness.

Mephistopheles offered a comment on this:

【I don't know if she stumbled into it or if it was premeditated, but she found the most efficient method.】

【To eliminate the Son of the Beast, one never relies on individual hunters, but on fanaticism... When a crowd fanatically desires to reclaim the land, the Son of the Beast will be suppressed to the limit under that tide.】

He understood; it was a matter of following the correct procedure.

As for Alkin, who had stirred this tide, she did not join the subjugation of the frenzied beasts. She had something far more important to do.

That was to "persuade" the other families of the wolf pack to join this hunting carnival.

In the beginning, she certainly tried to appeal to their emotions and reason, as Alkin was a person of decorum and would not immediately resort to slaughter. Unfortunately, those wolf-kin who knew the truth remained wary.

After receiving responses that were less than enthusiastic, Alkin personally traveled to the ancestral lands of the Trajan family.

The next day, that family's Wolf Ancestor was slain.