The Wind is Quite Strong

Shelia uses some kind of skill just like my Air Steps. I'll call it Air steps as well. But she's better at using it than me since it's her racial skill.

Seriously, who would have thought that Werewolves can run on air?

"…Roy, can you imagine?" Suddenly as we watched the battle, Albert asked me something.

"What is it this time?"

"Just imagine this. An army of Werewolves running down from the sky. That would be scary if they are our enemies…" Albert said.

"…we have to make them our allies no matter what. Make sure that scary thing is the future of what the cult will see."

"That's why you have to win no matter what and become the Werewolf King. Then one day when you reached advanced level in your summoning element, get another tribe to join us as well." Albert suggested.

"That's my intention in the first place. But are you sure to have me raising my own army which would be stronger than any other army in the kingdom?"

"I trust you."