Drawing Manga in a Romance Fantasy – Chapter 123

The werewolf, commonly referred to as a werewolf, is usually categorized based on the color of its fur.

Among these werewolves, the Blue Werewolf, known for its moonlight-like cool blue fur, is said to be the ancestor of other werewolves, passed down as a being of unmatched strength.

However, due to their extremely small numbers and the fact that they live as guardians of the Blue Flower, encounters with them are exceedingly rare, and they remain largely unknown to the public.

“Werewolf!”

Sataniel was witnessing a staggering scene, so incredible that he even forgot that he had missed the Blue Flower right in front of him.

What he thought was just a large individual suddenly began to change shape under a shining light, transforming into the form of a werewolf—a sight almost impossible to believe.

“You, bad guy. You smell.”

Possibly due to his young age, the werewolf boy Rach stammered as he spoke to Sataniel.

“So, you’re a survivor of the Blue Werewolf.”

The blue fur that hadn’t been visible earlier was now covering Rach’s entire body as a werewolf.

Seeing that, Sataniel quickly realized Rach was indeed the Blue Werewolf mentioned in the ancient texts, a guardian of the Blue Flower.

It was the tribe that had fought a long battle against the Night’s Kin and had now vanished from existence.

“Blame your bad luck. Now that the Blue Flower has become part of you, I have no choice but to kill you!”

If Rach were an adult, Sataniel would have likely considered abandoning the Blue Flower and just escaping.

According to the ancient texts, they were born warriors capable of taking down dozens of Night’s Kin single-handedly, making it difficult for him to confront Rach in his current state.

However, Rach now looked like nothing more than a boy.

A stunted Blue Werewolf, while he himself was a chosen Night’s Kin reborn as a Dark Elf after stealing the blood of the true bloodline. Sataniel thought he couldn’t afford to lose.

“You’re weak. Weaker than Aida.”

“You damn brat!!! I don’t know who Aida is, but you’re as good as dead!”

As if Rach could read Sataniel’s mind, he mocked him with a clumsy tongue, further shattering Sataniel’s already crumbling pride.

Enraged, Sataniel gathered his remaining strength and charged at Rach, who merely crossed his arms in an X shape and waited.

Sataniel, with a fearsome momentum.

Yet Rach wasn’t even paying attention to Sataniel.

What he was thinking about was the image of his mother, who returned to nature.

The forest of the Somerset Territory, which once was whispered to be a cursed land of the South.

In reality, that place had been a dangerous territory bustling with various beasts and spirits just a few decades ago.

But now it had long since become a safe place for children to play.

This was a secret that no one knew—that a single Blue Werewolf removed all threats to its child and the Blue Flower.

A giant, one-eyed bear that could crush a house.

A serpent that could generate poison mist with just its breath.

All the beasts that had eyed the Blue Flower had become dust and enriched the forest under the hazy memory of Rach’s mother.

Swish!

As Sataniel charged, Rach began to scratch his crossed arms as if to slam them down.

“Ugh!”

At first, Sataniel thought Rach was being foolish for not being able to block his attack, but soon he could feel the wind curling towards him.

It wasn’t a gentle breeze; it was a sharp, blade-like wind that seemed ready to tear everything apart.

Divine Wind.

A technique unique to the Blue Werewolf clan that turns the wind into blades.

The shockwaves created by the clan’s claws, sharper than mithril, sliced through the ground at lightning speed, creating distortions in the air, which would soon become a wind that tore the enemy to shreds.

Although not as skillfully wielded as his mother, a seasoned warrior, it was still enough power to defeat someone as weakened as Sataniel.

“No… no! How could this body be defeated so easily…”

At that moment, the last remnant of Sataniel—the last true blood of the Night’s Kin remaining on the continent—was about to meet his end.

Tap, tap, tap.

“What in the world is….”

As Sataniel met his end, Richard and the allied forces who burst in witnessed the scene: the werewolf Rach standing majestically in the room and Rupert collapsed on the floor.

“Are you Rach?”

Count Bradley, who entered late, immediately recognized the werewolf Rach.

Of course, his appearance was completely different, but Rach’s unique essence remained.

“I dealt with the bad guy. I’m about to revert back soon.”

Nodding at the Count’s words, Rach replied lazily.

Though they could see the mangled corpse of Sataniel, it was hard to believe that Rach was the one who caused it.

“My goodness… you were a Blue Werewolf?”

Aida, who had dragged her puppy along, was stunned to learn that it was not just any wolf, but the Blue Werewolf, the guardian of the Blue Flower.

While the Count was still too shocked to close his mouth, Rach quietly uttered,

“Tell Aida. Walks twice a day.”

Was that his final word? After Rach spoke, his transformation began to unravel, and in the blink of an eye, he returned to his original form.

Then, as if nothing had happened, he walked on all fours out of the Count’s office, heading towards Aida’s room.

“But wait! Isn’t that Prince Rupert?”

“Gah! Rupert!!!”

People, still reeling from Rach’s werewolf transformation, finally noticed Rupert collapsed on the floor.

“His breathing is stable! Looks like he’s just lost consciousness.”

“Be careful with his head and move him to the bed, then call the Holy Knight for healing….”

Fortunately, the group confirmed that Rupert was physically fine but were about to request healing spells from the Holy Knight just in case.

“Come out. I’ll take a look myself.”

“Alexander! Why are you here?”

“Our battlefield is wrapping up. The allies’ skills were beyond what I expected.”

Suddenly, Alexander pushed through the crowd and started examining Rupert.

‘Judging by the marks on the wall, it must have been a significant impact, but he appears strikingly unharmed.’

With his experience navigating battlefields, Alexander was undoubtedly the most qualified here, making checking Rupert’s condition a cinch.

His breathing and pulse were regular, and upon lifting his eyelids, his pupils looked fine as well.

Considering the impact Alexander noted, it was nothing short of a miracle.

If a regular person like Rupert had endured such a blow, it wouldn’t have been surprising if he were now coughing up blood with his insides mangled.

“What is this…?”

As he inspected Rupert, Alexander noticed something in his chest pocket.

Cautiously pulling it out, he revealed a statuette depicting a goddess, cut in half.

“I see… Was this what you intended?”

Alexander muttered something incomprehensible as he looked at the broken statuette.

“What happened?”

“Lord Rupert is fine. Just move him to the bed and let him rest.”

Once Alexander declared there were no issues, the Count and Richard finally let out a sigh of relief.

*

“Where is this…?”

Rupert awoke in a place he was familiar with.

Whirring.

His old computer, which had been running 24/7, often making noise as the fan spun.

And there, in front of him, was his tablet—the one he cherished almost as much as life itself—sitting on his desk.

His comfortable bed, where he always collapsed into sleep due to fatigue.

A kitchen shelf filled with ramen—it was unmistakably his home.

“Is this a dream?”

Rupert, or Sun Woo-hyuk, recalled what had happened last.

He had recklessly charged at Sataniel to prevent the Blue Flower from falling into his grasp, only to be knocked out in a single blow—a slightly embarrassing memory.

“At least I landed a hit.”

Fortunately, he could clearly remember that, despite facing defeat, he had thrown the Blue Flower at Rach just in the last moment.

Being such a clever being, he believed that Rach would have managed to escape.

Meanwhile, still struggling to believe he was back, he naturally settled into the chair in front of the computer.

It was a place he had spent most of his time, and sitting there felt immensely comfortable and natural despite the long absence.

“Ah… I remember getting pulled away while looking at this.”

Seeing the still-on monitor screen released a deep sigh.

On it was the final episode of his webtoon about the Youngest Son of the Royal Family.

Rupert couldn’t comprehend what he was thinking when he passionately illustrated the scene where a dragon appeared in the Imperial Palace, breathing fire.

If he had been a reader, he would have been waiting in the alley by the author’s house, wielding a baseball bat, instead of leaving harsh comments.

“I definitely wasn’t in my right mind back then.”

The company that claimed they’d assist him with assistance had simply apologized for not finding anyone and left him alone to stay up all night, serializing his work.

Receiving an abrupt notice of serialization termination from the editor must have scrambled his mind.

“If I were in that situation now, I would’ve ended it differently.”

Having crossed over to another world, obtaining boundless success, and abundant wealth and happiness, the ending that still lodged like a thorn in his heart continued to haunt him.

“Are you really confident?”

Startled by an unexpected voice, Sun Woo-hyuk turned around.

There stood a single woman.