Wolf is a wolf girl who grew up in a furry tribe. When she was very young, her father died in a battle with a slave-hunting team, leaving only Wolf to take care of her.

Then, when she was thirty years old... because of the age of this world, the specific number of age is not important; you only need to judge the psychological age based on the context.

Judging from Wolfe's appearance of being twenty-seven or twenty-eight and her age of sixty, thirty years old would be roughly equivalent to fourteen or fifteen years old...

When Wolfe was thirty, her mother disappeared, and everyone guessed that she had been captured by the Empire's slave-catching teams again... such things were truly notorious among non-human races.

From then on, Wolf lived alone. She later discovered her talent in designing and making magical costumes, and at the same time made up her mind to earn enough money for her journey and go to the Empire to try to find her mother.

Then, on her fiftieth birthday, her mother returned, covered in wounds.

The overjoyed Wolfe was told, "I don't have much time left. My last wish is to see you again, to confirm your well-being, and... to see the soil of my homeland." A year later, Wolfe also passed away.

Throughout the year, what Walley talked about most was the scene of Ira saving her, her gratitude to Ira, and her apologies for leaving without saying goodbye. She kept saying these things until the moment before she died.

"At that time, I wanted to find an answer."

As Wolfe spoke, she held the sword blank with tongs in one hand and hammered the crimson blank with a hammer in the other, pouring mana into the furnace with her left foot to heat it, while her right foot was on the bellows pedal.

"Ding~ Ding~ Ding~"

While rhythmically tapping the reheated sword blank in her hand, Wolf continued, "I want to know what kind of person [Ira] is, that my mother didn't mention my father even once during that year."

"..."

Ira didn't know what to say. He seemed to have unknowingly made a wolf girl who had lost her husband develop rather deep feelings for him... probably more than just gratitude.

“But I only met your mother once, and I did nothing but save her.”

As Ira said this, he turned to look at Satan Ye and the vampire waiting outside the forge because it was too hot. He remarked that the Crimson Demon Dragon was actually afraid of the heat, and said, "However, perhaps just [Salvation] is enough."

Wolf scoffed at Ira's words, then tossed the already-formed sword blank into the prepared water, instantly filling the forging room with thick white mist.

At the same time, it blocked everyone's view.

“Ira Alcaras”.

At the same time, Wolf's voice came. She waited for a while, but didn't get a reply from Ira, so she said to herself, "You fight me... I'm going!"

Ira listened quietly. Although he didn't know the reason, he could clearly feel that Wolf launched an attack on him immediately after swearing the oath.

However, it seems a bit too immature...

Ira could tell that Wolf was indeed skilled at blacksmithing. Although it was not yet clear how well he could engrave the spells, it was probably not bad either. However... his combat power seemed a bit lacking.

It might be a level weaker than Satan Leaf.

As Ira made this judgment, he didn't even unfold his wings. He simply leaned back slightly to dodge the sharp claws that brushed past him. Then, he simply pulled forward and tugged, hooking his leg and tripping him.

"Bang!"

With a thud as she was slammed to the ground, Ira easily and effortlessly pinned Wolf to the ground with the strength of a normal human being... Wolf struggled to her feet until the smoke cleared.

Then, under the bewildered gazes of the vampires and Satan outside, Wolf regained her composure and simply said, "Sorry, I admit defeat."

Upon hearing that Wolf had conceded defeat, Ira simply removed her knee from Wolf's waist and released her hand from Wolf's neck. Wolf did not continue to attack, but instead used pliers to pick up the sword blank as if nothing had happened.

The sword blank didn't look good; it was dark gray overall and the edges were uneven.

"Next, it needs to be polished, sharpened, grooved, and quenched, then the hilt and guard are attached, and finally, the magic spell is engraved on it."

As Wolfe said this, she handed the now-cooled sword blank to Ira, saying, "But the forging strength is sufficient now... although it is still fragile in your eyes."

"..."

Ira examined the sword for a moment, then nodded slightly... though he couldn't really see it clearly. He said, "So, shall we complete the rest in the Demon King's territory?"

This sentence signifies that Iraq has passed the test.

“I can leave anytime. I don’t need a salary… As long as you provide me with a place to stay and some food, I will work for you until I die, just like your slave.”

As Wolfe said this, she tossed the unfinished sword blank into a cloth bag... The contents of this bag seemed to be the luggage she needed to take to the Demon King's territory. She looked at Ira and said, "But I hope you can grant me one request."

"..."

Ira remained silent, waiting for Wolf to continue... To be honest, he quite disliked these kinds of "conditions," but upon closer reflection, the condition offered was to sell himself into slavery, so it was still acceptable.

"I want..."

Wolfe said, though she wasn't sure if Ira would accept the terms because of her. She said without much hope, "Destroy the Caligula slave auction house."

"make a deal!"

Seeing Ira agree instantly, Wolf was clearly stunned. Her tail bristled from Ira's speed, and she instinctively asked in confusion, "Huh?"

But there's actually no need to be confused.

I said, "Deal!"

As Ira said this, he extended his hand and shook hands with the bewildered Wolf. He smiled and said, "I've wanted to do this for a long time, but it wasn't convenient when I was in the Empire. You mean to destroy the Caligula Auction House, right?"

Wolf: "Ah, all we need to do is destroy the slave auction house."

Ira: "I understand, destroy Caligula's Auction House, right?"

...

"Um, actually, as long as..."

Wolf wanted to say something, but seeing Ira's enthusiastic expression, and Satan's amused look—a look she rarely saw in Ira—she realized something and gave a wry smile.

"Ha, anyway, thank you, Ira Elkaras."