Chapter 37
Chapter 37
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 37
Chapter Title: Thin Wolf Triumph
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I helped Aselin to her feet.
As I brazenly groped her massive tits while walking out of the partitioned restroom, I ran smack into Karen in the hallway.
"Karen? What's up?"
I'd half-expected this, so I spoke first.
"I thought... maybe you needed help getting the Thin Wolf out of storage."
Karen stammered, flustered.
Ah, so she thought I meant going to the bathroom as in struggling to retrieve the Thin Wolf from my personal storage.
Not that I could carry the thing anyway, but her willingness to help was cute.
Still, the situation had turned awkward.
Karen had walked in on me trying to help her—and caught the aftermath of me fucking the receptionist. She looked utterly confused about how to process it.
I pressed my body against Aselin's, flaunting it right in her face.
"Just fucked Aselin, that's all. Right?"
"Yes."
"That's not right. Don't you have a girlfriend? Cheating on her would just hurt her."
Huh. Spot on.
"I don't care. As long as I'm having fun."
I kissed Aselin naturally.
She stuck out her tongue, responding eagerly.
"Bro!"
"Karen, you liked it too, remember? Back in that forest..."
Karen's face flushed bright red.
"~! I-I didn't see anything. I'll head out first."
Had I reminded her of something she'd buried deep—or tried to forget?
Unable to handle the embarrassment, she bolted like she was fleeing.
"Did I say something unnecessary?"
"Nah. Perfect. Aselin, time to get back to work?"
I slid my hand down casually and grabbed her ass.
"Don't touch."
"Why not?"
"My pussy's full of your cum for once. It'll leak out if you're not careful..."
Fair enough.
"Then hold it in until you get home. Got it?"
"Yes♥"
Aselin sauntered back to the counter like nothing had happened, cool as ice.
I strolled up to the counter myself, playing it casual.
"How can I assist you?"
Aselin flashed me a seductive smile.
The smile of a woman sharing our little secret.
"First, cash in these soul stones."
"Yes, five medium soul stones received."
The soul stones I had contained the souls of hobgoblins Karen and I hunted over two days in the Black Forest.
They filled the stones to the brim, proving hobgoblin souls were far superior to orc ones.
"High-quality souls. That's 72 gold."
Tch.
I'd thought it was a haul, but it wasn't even close to topping Esty.
I pocketed the gold coins in my personal storage.
After subtracting gear for the next adventure and adding this payout, I had 178 gold total.
"What's the reward for completing the emergency quest?"
I hadn't spoken loudly, but the guild went dead silent.
"Did you hear that?"
"He completed the emergency quest."
"He took down the Thin Wolf?"
"The Lofty Hunter's handiwork?"
"Nah, how'd he team up with the quest poster? Guy's the real deal."
Whoa, what's with the vibe?
I was pretty thrown. Why was everyone so invested in my business?
Even Aselin sounded tense.
"I'll confirm. The emergency quest requires subjugating the Thin Wolf. Do you have proof?"
"Where should I pull it out?"
"W-We’ll prepare a spot right away!"
The Guild Master rushed over at Aselin's report.
"Thin Wolf subjugation—congratulations! Did you do it solo...?"
"Not solo. Karen, over here!"
I beckoned her.
"Oh, right!"
Karen scurried over and stuck to my side.
"We did it together."
"Ooh! Mind if we see the Thin Wolf?"
"Sure. Right here okay?"
It'd be messy.
As I hesitated, the Guild Master rounded up receptionists to lay a thin sheet on the floor and hauled over a wide, low-rimmed rectangular table, setting it up.
"If it hasn't been harvested yet, just tell us the cart's location. We'll handle transport."
Thin Wolf materials must fetch a premium.
The Guild Master was all courtesy.
Was this okay? Guild ops had ground to a halt, but everyone crowded around with eager eyes, like it was a show.
Completing an emergency quest was a bigger deal than I'd thought—a real festival for them.
I'd figured report, collect reward, bounce.
This was getting troublesome.
"I'll bring it myself. Wait here."
"Bro, need help?"
"Nah, I'm good."
I pulled out the Giant Eight-Colored Shell.
"Ooh!"
Gasps from the crowd.
"A dimensional storage!"
"Insane! First time seeing one."
...Just my usual routine, but now it felt like a magic show.
I carefully set down the Giant Eight-Colored Shell cradled in my arms, placed my hand on it, and focused.
The shed where I'd left the wolf corpse. Found it.
Space leap to the shed.
Thin Wolf was bear-sized even on second look.
Surviving a swipe from those paws...
Easily over 200kg. No way I could carry it.
But teleporting it along with me? Easy.
Using the shell's transfer function.
Set the return spot just like before—simple.
I summoned the massive wolf corpse onto the table and leaped back.
"Gah!"
"Whoa!"
I'd anticipated the shock, but the crowd scattered like the tide at the sudden appearance of the giant dead wolf.
"What the hell!"
"Space magic?"
"Incredible! He's a top-tier mage."
"He took down something like that?"
Once it was clear the Thin Wolf was very dead, they surged back in, buzzing excitedly.
The Guild Master stood gaping, speechless.
"Preserving the whole thing... Amazing."
"Yeah?"
Without the shell castle, I'd have butchered it piecemeal.
Anyone knowing its value would've drained the blood and lightened the load, but I skipped the hassle.
"We've called in an expert. Please wait. This is one hell of a catch."
The Guild Master trembled with barely contained excitement.
"Bro, you caught this?"
Karen stared at the wolf, dazed.
"What're you talking about? You were there."
She'd even taken a paw to protect me.
"It happened so fast, I didn't grasp how massive it was."
Massive fit perfectly. I'd figured wolf just meant big dog. My bad.
If I'd known going back in, I'd have prepped more meticulously.
Thin Wolf was that dangerous.
A straight fight might've wrecked me too.
The four slaves made it a cakewalk.
Soon the expert arrived—a bearded guy in work clothes. He immediately pawed the wolf, thrilled.
"No way! In this condition...!!"
"Hello?"
He spun around, yanked off his gloves, and offered a handshake.
"Should've asked permission first—sorry!"
"No worries. You're the pro."
"I'm Smid from the adventurer district, material processor. Mind if I inspect the Thin Wolf closer?"
"Sure."
The harvester circled the table, checking eyes, fur, teeth, muttering admirations nonstop.
"Top-grade quality. Thin Wolves live solo from cubhood, no pack, no parents—extreme loners.
Hard to track habitats, but hunting's a nightmare.
Fast, tough, smart—dodges attacks, spots traps. Tricky bastard."
"Ooh!"
Onlookers clapped and cheered.
...Should I join in?
"And you killed it without major damage, just blunt force trauma. Masterful.
That head alone? 2,100 gold!"
2,100 gold?
Say what? Huge sum.
"As expected of Decal. I've had my eye on you."
The Guild Master chuckled smugly.
No major damage from blunt force? Lucky break.
I'd slammed max firepower into it; the hide was just that tough—no burn, no cuts.
Slaves held it, Fireball direct hit—shock killed it.
Karen grinned like an idiot beside me.
"What's so funny?"
"Glad I teamed up with you. That's what I was thinking."
Flashed back to first meeting Karen.
Teaming for the quest was just an excuse to see her again.
Hypnosis-started party turned out great. I was happy too.
"With your skills, you could've partied anytime. Why solo?"
I murmured low, buried in the crowd's chatter.
"To be a hero candidate, I needed to prove myself solo. Thought it meaningless otherwise.
Rejected all invites, grinded alone.
Even before you... but then my mind changed. Why? No clue."
My hypnosis had cracked her stubbornness, unexpectedly.
Karen beamed, flashing white teeth.
"Good thing! Looking back, maybe 'cause it was you. Didn't expect this, but you gave good vibes!"
She beautified my twisted desires into something pure and sweet. I was at a loss.
Had to stifle a laugh.
"You think so... too?"
"Hm?"
Karen grabbed my hand.
"I..."
Then she dropped it suddenly, face falling like she'd messed up.
"Sorry. Weird thing to say..."
"Huh?"
She fumbled awkwardly.
Ah, Esty on her mind. Remembering I'm Esty's boyfriend, putting distance.
Adorable.
Karen stepped back a pace.
A girl suppressing her longing for me.
Age-appropriate innocence, but under hypnosis, begging to be my toilet? So hot.
Esty'd even okay me fucking Karen.
"Assessment done. If we harvest now: hide 4,400 gold, eyes 1,000, teeth 800."
"Decal, may we take it for processing?"
Guild Master asked politely.
"Sure."
Didn't care how they paid.
I had more than enough cash; animal corpse meant zilch.
Only thing on my mind: Would Karen make hero candidate?
"Then we'll cart it to my workshop!"
"Before that."
I didn't care, but Karen was dying to know.
Couldn't hand over the body without checking.
"Guild Master, the emergency quest selects next hero candidates, right? What's next?"
"My apologies for the delay. You and your companion qualify as candidates. But not fully yet."
"Not fully?"
"I'll explain from here."
A woman's voice cut in, ice cold.
She parted the crowd: black nun's habit, eyepatch.
Bad vibes.
"Darling."
Esty sidled up, glaring warily at the nun.
She seemed to know who this mystery nun was.
"Greetings. I'm Veil Noah, examiner from Melbrit."
The self-proclaimed Veil Noah spoke straight at me—despite the eyepatch.
Examiner... explained the sharp, chilly aura.
"Guild Master, may I take over the explanation?"
"Yes! An honor for the examiner herself to come."