"So… are they so kind of underground syndicate? Like a group involved in illegal human trafficking or the slave trade?" I ask, my voice hushed.
The mont Eris ntioned the Crimson Order, a dark, insidious image took shape in my mind—an organization lurking in the shadows, pulling the strings of a sinister world hidden beneath the surface. The way she gritted her teeth, the way her fists clenched at just the ntion of their na—it only made my curiosity burn even stronger.
After all… she hated them.
She despised them enough to massacre those bastards without hesitation. Not a single one was spared.
"Yes, but they're far worse than just that," Eris replies, her frown deepening. A mont of silence follows as she gathers her thoughts, her eyes dark with sothing unreadable.
Then, finally, she speaks.
"Felicia, do you rember what I told you earlier about our two worlds—Terra and Faunae?"
I blink. "Huh? Terra… and Faunae?"
The nas take a mont to register before realization strikes. "Ah! You an the human world and the Furren world?"
Eris nods. "Exactly."
As the mory resurfaces, I recall the tale she shared with back on the clock tower, when the sun was setting, painting the sky in gold and crimson.
Once, long ago, humans and Furrens were never ant to et.
Terra was the domain of humans, while Faunae belonged to the beastfolk. Two entirely separate worlds, each existing in isolation.
That is, until one day, a dungeon gate opened.
A bridge ford between these two realms, and in an instant, the balance of both worlds shattered.
What followed was war.
A brutal, relentless conflict that raged for centuries.
Humans and Furrens, two species that had never known each other's existence, were suddenly forced into a bloody struggle for dominance, land, and survival.
But…
Despite the horrors of that war, peace was eventually forged. A fragile, hard-won coexistence erged from the ashes. Over ti, both races learned to share their worlds, to build sothing greater together.
That was the history Eris had told .
But now…
"What does this have to do with the Crimson Order?" I ask, my brows furrowing.
Her question earlier had felt completely out of place, and I can't help but wonder—how could an organization as vile as this one be connected to the very foundation of our world?
Eris closes her eyes and leans back, letting out a slow, deliberate breath.
"It has everything to do with them," she finally says, her voice lower now, heavier. "Even though Terra and Faunae are at peace, there are still those who refuse to accept it."
I stiffen. "Wait… are you serious? There are people actively trying to destroy that peace?"
A cold chill trickles down my spine.
Of course, I knew there were still places where tensions lingered, where wounds from the past had yet to fully heal. So towns weren't as open-minded as Mistvale, where humans and Furrens lived together in harmony—working side by side, sharing als, laughing as friends, even forming families.
I had assud the worst of those tensions were behind us. That whatever lingering hostility remained was nothing more than fringe hatred, isolated and weak.
But this…
This is sothing else entirely.
Eris opens her eyes, and for the first ti, I see it—pure hatred burning in them.
"That hatred is the very foundation of the Crimson Order," she says, her voice cold and sharp as steel. "They exist to tear this peace apart."
I swallow hard. Gulp.
And then, slowly, Eris begins to explain.
The Crimson Order. Also known as the Order of the Blood Sun.
A group so vile, so deeply rooted in hatred, that their existence alone is enough to make my skin crawl.
"They were founded long ago," Eris murmurs, her voice laced with disdain. "By powerful knights—n who once fought for the human side in the ancient war against the Furren."
At first, these knights were simply warriors, bound by duty. But their hatred ran deeper than the battlefield.
To them, coexistence was unthinkable.
Their belief was absolute:
Humans are the chosen race.
A superior, sacred bloodline, gifted by the Creator Gods.
Destined to rule the land, to ta and conquer nature itself.
And to these knights, anyone with beast-like traits—the Furrens—were unnatural.
Lesser beings.
Abominations.
"They never even tried to understand us," Eris continues, her lips curling in disgust. "They looked at our ears, our tails, our claws, and instead of seeing people, they saw sothing… grotesque. Sothing that shouldn't exist."
The thought makes shudder.
And then—she lists their twisted reasoning.
Each sentence, each dehumanizing thought they harbored toward Furrens, sends another sharp chill down my spine.
'Why do these creatures have animal ears?'
'Are they born from humans mating with beasts?'
'What kind of unnatural thing is this?'
'Are they cursed by the devil?'
'They must be cursed, right?'
The more she speaks, the more my stomach twists.
Their logic was simple, cruel, and deeply flawed.
Since humans were superior to animals, and Furrens shared traits with animals… then surely, Furrens were lesser too.
No different from wild beasts or monsters.
No more than livestock.
I swallow hard, nausea creeping in.
Eris exhales sharply, shaking her head. "It's like taking the finest wine and mixing it with filth, in their minds," she says bitterly. "They believe sacred human blood must never be tainted. That's why their symbol is the Blood Chalice—it represents their obsession with 'purity' and their supposed superiority."
I feel a chill crawl up my spine.
Even though I know this world isn't perfect—even though I knew there were people who still harbored hatred toward Furrens—hearing it so clearly, so plainly spoken, makes my skin crawl.
And then—Eris speaks again.
Her voice is lower now, darker.
"There's more," she says. "Do you know why Furrens make up the majority of sex slaves?"
Ba-dump.
My heartbeat stutters.
The question slams into like a punch to the gut.
I stare at her, wide-eyed. "W-What?" I stamr, my throat suddenly dry.
Where the hell did that co from?!
For a mont, I don't know how to answer.
Eventually, I manage to blurt out, "I-I'm not sure… is it because… we're more beautiful?"
It's the only answer that makes sense to .
Because—yeah.
Catgirls are cute.
Wolf girls are beautiful.
Fox girls have their own charm too.
I like fox girls a lot.
But… less than catgirls, of course.
Still, as soon as the words leave my mouth, I know—that's not it.
And suddenly, I'm not sure I want to hear her answer.
Then, just as I feared, Eris's response only deepens my horror.
Her voice is grave, each word sinking into like a weight dragging down.
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