The noise they produced in the forest was quite loud, and there was a lot of it. They did it to the forest where they hunt the two werewolves, and as I turned around, I wasn't expecting to see Apollo hunched over in the corner with his body leaned against the wall.

　　"Apollo . . ." I uttered. I had the impression that I gave him a satisfied look—even though I am not, and I turned around as soon as the werewolf cry died.

　　It indicates that they have passed ...