The Uncommon Strength of an Outcast (1)

"Ha…ha…ha" A white-haired girl came out into the clearing where the lake was located in the forest while panting lightly

"Bwaha… I won. More meat!" She jumped in glee

"You're late" A familiar voice drove the happiness out of her in a split second

"Wh-whaat?!! H-how are you here?!" Christabel stared at Orpheus who was calmly eating with his back rested on the stump of a tree he had cut down earlier

"What do you mean? I simply walked here" He bit off a huge chunk of meat from the leg of the tiger they hunted earlier

"Um—Hey," Christabel called out with a low voice "About the bet we had…"

"You lost"

"B-but, n-no fair! You must have used magic, right?!" She stomped her foot on the floor in disagreement

"Does that matter?"

"No, I mean y-yes! I don't have magic, but you do"

"I'm not a werewolf either" Orpheus shrugged

"Eh? But you're—"