In a back alley, a boy is cowering. He was breathing heavily with his hand on his chest, as if trying to restrain something. His face is anguished, sweat dripping down his face, soaking his hair and coarse clothes. Gordon, who had been walking down the alley, turned around at the sudden roar of the beast. Dakinira, his youngest sister, was by his side, but the roar of what appeared to be a large predator made her, a fox beastman, stiffen. A small figure leaps out of the shadows and leaps toward us. But its body instantly becomes huge as if it had swelled up, and the crude clothes it was wearing burst off. Tiger man!\" Gordon was caught off guard, but he immediately took up a position to intercept the figure. The figure, which had been a boy, bared its fangs from its face, which had become a tiger itself, and swung its top, which had grown as thick as Gordon the Orc\'s, and tried to cut him open with its sharp claws. Damn!\" Orcs are often thought to be slower and heavier than humans, but this is not the case with Gordon. With his human-like swiftness and the skill of a skilled warrior, he dodges the claw attacks. A right claw, a left claw, and then a fang bite. Having shrugged off all of these attacks, Gordon pulls out the great sword he carries on his back with a swiftness that is not humanly possible for an orc. He slashed at him without hesitation. \"Nuh? Gordon frowned slightly as he felt a strange sensation when he slashed at it. It was a sword fight that could pierce the thick fur of the tiger and stand up to the bone and flesh, but it felt as if he had hit it with a sandbag filled with sand. Without pause, the tiger man\'s counterattack struck. Fangs, right claw. The left claw struck Gordon in the belly, and the grating sound of plate armor being scraped off echoed through the air. Gghh!\" A muffled grunt escaped from Gordon\'s mouth, even with his strong body, as he received a solid impact that could not be erased by the armor alone. Brother! Dakinira, who had been shaken out of her rigidity, rushed over to him. Dakiniara was about to rush over to him, when the stiffness broke! Dakinira! Gordon, while loudly restraining his sister, once again wielded his greatsword. But once again, a strange feeling of pressure prevents him from using his sword. \"......, lycanthrope?\" The corresponding thing came to mind in Gordon\'s knowledge of the study hall. It is an infectious disease, similar to a curse. It is transmitted by being wounded, becoming a beastman, and eventually leading to death. Unlike beastmen as a race, they lose their rationality and become powerful fighters, prompted by the urge and urge to destroy. And they have the nasty trait of being almost incapable of inflicting wounds with ordinary weapons. The answer, it seems, must have taken only a moment, but that moment was a definite gap. The tiger lycanthrope disappeared from Gordon\'s sight. What? What! The normally calm and collected Gordon unintentional