CCXLVI. Overtake on a Curve

"The fuse is burning, the fuse is burning, try the big one!"

"Blast master doesn't have Werewolf skin, I'm not playing."

Wolman was also setting off fireworks outside the inn, igniting so much that his claws were already feeling a bit sore. The street in front of the inn was filled with a strong smell of sulfur. According to Swan, it could sterilize, but who knows if that's true.

Mika said it's purely a rumor, that small amount is laughable.

Morison, like a lunatic, kept buying more carts of them. It was doubtful whether they could finish by dawn. They should probably take a break after another hour.

This was truly overshadowing the host, even more explosive than in the castle.

"I'm on my way, I'm on my way, oh oh!" Fafna playfully watched the fireworks in the sky, with a fairy wand in her left hand and Flame Scholars Promotion in her right, waving both, "Doringger got it, what else could resist?"