The prison night was deep and cold. Only the sharp smell of disinfectant filled the stone cell. The walls were endlessly white, spotless—and that, somehow, made it harder to breathe. Miriru lay on the cold stone floor with her eyes closed. Her long silver hair was scattered across the floor like broken silk threads. Her emerald-green eyes, however, remained wide open, fixed on a single point in the darkness. Her gaze was on her own left arm. The cuff of her robe was slightly damp. (*It's still there.*) It was a lukewarm sensation that brought back the events of the previous night. The trace left behind when Perolil had laughed and said, "At least let me lick your arm," before dragging his enormous tongue across it in front of the main gate. A faint floral scent mixed with the smell of disinfectant, tickling her nostrils. (*Disgusting.*) Her elven instincts screamed at her. *Shake it off. Wash it away in a pure spring.* But she did the opposite. She gently placed her right palm over the dampness on her cuff. "[whispers]...Focus." She closed her eyes. Her high elven magical sensitivity picked up the murmurs of the world. The unpleasant vibration of the mana-sealing magic circle carved into the iron bars. The enormous mana of Perolil, breathing in a steady rhythm in a distant cell. And— The faint droplets on her cuff. Each tiny drop seemed to carry something of Perolil's will. It was as if, even after being severed from the main body, they still trembled, seeking their master. Miriru layered her own magical power onto that "trembling." (*Move.*) The dampness twitched in response. The droplet defied gravity, crawling several centimeters up her sleeve. "[surprised]...!" Her heart pounded like a frantic bell. But the moment her concentration broke, the droplet returned to its original position. "[sad]...Still no good." Sweat beaded on her forehead. (*This kind of power... it should be something I detest.*) A bitter smile crossed her face. An elf, who valued cleanliness above all else, was practicing manipulating saliva, of all things. And to help the pervert who was causing chaos across the world with that very saliva. *The contradiction is almost too much,* she thought. But. (*Perolil saved me.*) In the forest, from the horde of Fogreises. Back then, it had been just as disgusting as it was now, but he had undoubtedly saved her life. "[serious]I will repay my debt. ...In the name of the elves." She held her hand over her cuff once more. This time, she did not close her eyes. She glared at the droplet with her emerald eyes, as if pinning it down. (*You are a part of Perolil. Which means your master is over there.*) Magical power overflowed from her fingertips as a pale blue light. The mana-sealing circle reacted, emitting an unpleasant noise. But Miriru paid it no mind and continued to pour in her power. The droplet trembled, and then— Slowly, it rose from the cuff. Ten centimeters. Twenty centimeters. The transparent droplet, floating in midair, began to move toward the iron bars as if it had a will of its own. "[excited]It's working...!" But the moment it approached the iron bars, the magic circle unleashed a powerful interference wave. *Crack!* The droplet scattered into mist. "[angry]...O-Of course. It wouldn't be that easy." She bit her lip. Her breathing was ragged. Sweat poured from her entire body, plastering her silver hair to her forehead. But she couldn't give up. (*One more time.*) The night wore on. Each time she failed, she muttered "disgusting," and then held out her hand again. The repetition was like a curse, yet it was also a certain hope. —Eventually, morning light streamed through the small gap in the cell's iron bars. Daybreak. Miriru had finally grasped it. (*With this, I can do it.*) The dampness on her cuff moved fluidly, according to her will. Even while being interfered with by the iron bars' mana seal, it could now weave through the gaps and move more than ten centimeters. (*All that's left is distance and timing.*) She exhaled deeply, then stood up. —Just before noon. The central plaza of Nebrika was enveloped in an eerie heat. In the center of the plaza, a tall pyre of firewood had been stacked. At its peak, Perolil was bound. Chains of magical steel and ropes of special fiber bit into his exquisite jet-black fur. "[angry]Hey, wait! My fur's gonna get singed!" Perolil's protesting voice flew over the heads of the murmuring crowd. But no one responded to his voice. The citizens stared at the giant wolf with eyes mixed with fear and curiosity. Among them, a small figure in a deep hood quietly blended in. In front of the execution platform stood Regulus Vahn. His short-cropped black hair was accented with silver mesh. His sharp gray eyes coldly fixed on Perolil. Unconsciously, he used his white-gloved right hand to meticulously smooth out a wrinkle on his left glove. "[cold]Ignite." A short command. The knight in charge of ignition, torch in hand, took a step forward. —It was at that moment. The shadow in the crowd raised its face. Long silver hair spilled out from under the hood. Clear emerald-green eyes, carrying a strong light of determination, fixed on the execution platform. Miriru clasped her hands in front of her chest and released all her magical power. (*Please, reach him!*) —Immediately after. The anomaly occurred from inside the restraints. *Slither.* Beneath Perolil's jet-black fur, a transparent liquid seeped out as if oozing forth. It was as if every single pore was sweating, as a massive amount of saliva welled up one after another. "[surprised]Oh?" The saliva infiltrated the gaps in the fibers of the magical steel chains, beginning to dissolve them from the inside with a sizzling sound. The ropes of special fiber rapidly absorbed the saliva, becoming waterlogged and stretching out sloppily. *Creak... SNAP!!* The metal chains, deformed from within, snapped and burst apart one after another. The ropes came undone with a heavy, waterlogged sound. "[angry]W-What is happening!?" Regulus's frozen expression twisted with agitation for the first time. The crowd screamed. Right in front of the torch-bearing knight, who stood frozen, Perolil slowly raised his massive body. He stood imposingly atop the pyre. His jet-black fur sparkled like stars in the afternoon sunlight. His golden eyes blazed brilliantly, and his pink paw pads pressed firmly into the firewood. "[excited]Alright, you've got some nerve locking me up for a whole day!! First, I'm gonna thank every last one of you!!" —The signal fire for the counterattack was lit. It was a rampage. The giant body leaped down from the execution platform, pinning the first knight with his front paws the moment he landed. "[scared]Gweh!?" "First one!" *Sluuuurp!* A massive tongue licked across the knight's face. The heavily armored knight was sent tumbling helplessly. Perolil had already pounced on his next prey. The reason he was an S-rank dangerous species wasn't just his massive size. The five-meter body raced across the battlefield like lightning. "[angry]Tighten the encirclement! Don't falter!" Regulus shouted, but it was too late. The second knight was embraced from the side before he could swing his sword, and the back of his neck was given a big lick. "[crying]Uwaaah! Stop it!" "Next!" It was like an assembly line. Pin down, lick, and throw aside. Each time, the knights screamed "Eek!" and collapsed to the ground. A comical scene spread across the plaza. The licked knights were uniformly dumbfounded. "[surprised]...Huh? My skin... it's so smooth?" "[crying]My face feels so refreshed... What is this, it's disgusting..." "[angry]Don't lose your will to fight! You were just licked!" Regulus's angry shouts didn't reach his subordinates' ears. They had no strength left to hold their swords, merely stroking their now-smooth faces. From the spectator area, the screams had at some point turned into sounds of bewilderment and laughter. "[laughing]What's that, so strong!" "[surprised]Hey, isn't that knight's skin getting really nice!?" "[angry]...Filthy!!" Regulus pulled a bottle of holy water from his waist pouch and hurled it at Perolil. *Splash!* The bottle hit his fluffy fur and shattered. The holy water was absorbed into the fur in an instant. "[excited]Ah, that smells nice!" Perolil sniffed the floral scent of the holy water and wagged his tail happily. Nothing happened. "[angry]Y-You wretch...!" Regulus's face turned bright red with humiliation and rage. More than half of his subordinates had been neutralized. The encirclement had completely collapsed. It was then. "[serious]Perolil!" From within the crowd, Miriru threw off her hood. "[cold]The elf girl...! She's an accomplice, seize her!" Regulus pointed, but no one could move. The remaining subordinates were struggling just to escape Perolil's pursuit. When Perolil spotted Miriru, his golden eyes lit up. "[excited]Oh, Miriru! You came after all! Nice job! As a reward, I'll give you a lick too while I'm at it!" And then, he turned his massive body and began charging toward Miriru. "[angry]That's your idea of thanks!? Absolutely not!!" Miriru fled at full speed. And so, an absurdly surreal chase began, with a giant wolf pursuing an elf girl across the execution plaza. "[angry]Not me, over there right now!!" Miriru screamed, pointing at Regulus. "[excited]Tch, later then!" Perolil clicked his tongue regretfully, then changed direction. His gaze landed on Regulus Vahn. He had removed his white gloves and raised his bare hands. An unprecedentedly complex magic circle unfolded around him, and a white purifying light began to envelop the knight commander's entire body. "[cold]I will no longer attempt to take you alive. With the purification spell 'Baptism of Polar Light,' I will erase you, down to the last molecule." The air crackled and trembled. The spectators, realizing the gravity of the situation, began to scream and flee in panic. The plaza once again dissolved into a crucible of chaos. The incantation was reaching its climax. In Regulus's gray eyes, an obsession with purity, bordering on madness, blazed. Perolil slowly kicked off the ground on all fours and stood directly in front of Regulus. His jet-black fur bristled, and his golden eyes narrowed. "[serious]Interesting. Give it a shot, Regulus." A one-on-one duel. The saliva-drenched S-rank perverted beast and the absolutely pure knight commander now faced each other head-on.