Dangerous Head Pats

"That's right. I can understand what the older wolf-girl is saying." Albion admitted casually with a nod.

Nevertheless, he was also surprised, albeit not as much as the two little girls. 

'Basic-level Hundred Beast Language, huh? It's quite convenient," he mused while rubbing his chin thoughtfully. 

He would not have to worry about the language barrier—at least, from his side.

"Release us at once, you hairless monkey! How dare you capture this dog-aunt! If my men were here, I'd have them dismember you and feast on your blood and flesh!" The elder wolf-girl threatened. 

Albion furrowed his brows. 

He was not sure if it was mistranslation due to his Basic-level Hundred Beast Language not being high enough, but as much as he was annoyed, he was also amused that the wolf girl calls herself a dog-aunt.

The older wolf-girl was only around 20 years of age—still far from being regarded as an aunt, let alone a dog.