It was a knight who had abandoned a woman who picked up the abandoned baby.

"...?" I thought I heard something. No, I definitely heard it. Were cats fighting somewhere? Curious for some reason, I headed toward the source of the cries while still soaked from the rain. Then—— "A pack of Forest Wolves? But that wasn't a wolf's howl. Did they get a cat...? No, that's...!?" I drew my sword and charged immediately. There were four enemies. Either the heavy rain had dulled their sense of smell and hearing, or they were weakened from hunger. The other three couldn't react until I had cleaved the wolf carrying something in its mouth clean in two. "Uuuuuuu!!" It started threatening as wild animals do, but starting to threaten now was like admitting defeat. I cradled what the wolf had been carrying against my chest and drove my iron sword into the remaining riffraff. In a pack, it's the leader who has the right to eat the prey first. Once that leader's spine was split in two, these things had already lost their coordination—their death was certain. After finishing off the three pathetic creatures that let out pitiful screams like abandoned dogs, I immediately confirmed the identity of what I'd taken from them. ...There's no doubt about it. It's a human baby.