The Artist Who Paints Dungeon

Chapter 225



Quite some time had passed.

The wolves would grow wary quickly, then relax just as quickly, only to become frightened again just as suddenly—repeating the cycle.

“It’s because everyone’s turned into cowards.”

Arka, the chieftain’s friend, said that and apologized.

“I’m sorry, my friend. Just ten years ago, the wolves weren’t this cowardly, but as time passed, their bodies weakened, and their minds deteriorated along with them. It’s a sad thing.”

“How could anyone stay the same in an environment like this? Even if everything else remains the same, living creatures change. And the world now is far too cruel to all who live. You must have endured much.”

“I’m glad you understand.”

As Arka let out a sigh, the chieftain, Gargar, came over.

“Don’t say such depressing things to a guest.”

“Well, since you never listen to my ramblings, I have no choice but to grab the guest and talk his ears off.”

“We wolves have our pride, you know...”

“Gargar, pride doesn’t fill an empty belly.”

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