Just as the trio was about to enter the spaceship, they were interrupted by a wolf-man.
"Princess Rira, Princess Riri. Are you both planning on leaving this settlent with the Lord?" the wolf-man asked with concern.
The group of three turned around before Fenrira responded with a slight frown, "That's right. Is there a problem?"
"If you both leave, who will help us communicate with the five humans in this settlent?" the wolf-man asked before adding, "But more importantly, Lord Bahram's strength has reached a terrifying level since arriving in this world… I'm afraid that…"
"Afraid that we can't defeat him?" Fenrira interjected before asking calmly, "Do you think my uncle is strong than my master?"
"Well… To be honest, not at all," the wolf-man answered before added wryly, "I just thought that it was best to warn Princess Rira of the danger. After all, Princess Rira and Princess Riri are not strong like the Lord."
"Well, thank you for the concern, but it won't be necessary. I trust Master will keep us safe," Fenrira stated confidently.
In the face of that heaven-piercing aura she saw, everything else was insignificant. That was not a power anyone can contend with.
"As for the five humans, you do not need to communicate until we get back. They have also subordinated themselves to Master. Thus, you best inform everyone and have them aware not to bring any harm to the five humans," Fenrira said.
"Understood, Princess Rira."
The wolf-man complied with a bow and stepped back, no longer delaying their trip to the next settlent.
Not long after, the spaceship took off.
Nevertheless, Albion's interest remained piqued by Fenrira's short exchange with the wolf-n as they were on their way to Stronghold 02.
However, he quickly smiled wryly after Fenriri and Fenrira's pitiful state as they laid incapacitated on the ground due to motion sickness.
"Master… Help …."
"Wuwu… Fenriri forgot about this accursed thing…"
Shortly after he started regulating their bodies with innate energy, Albion inquired with curiosity, "Speaking of your uncle's level of strength, what are the cultivation classifications in the Iceborn Wolf Tribe?"
"What was your uncle's level before crossing over to this world?"
"Master, it's not just our Iceborn Wolf Tribe, but the entire world that follows a universally accepted classification of cultivation—at least, that is what I am aware of," Fenrira stated.
"Our world's cultivation system has seven realms. Starting from the bottom to highest, they are Aura Master, Aura Grandmaster, Aura Lord, Aura King, Aura Emperor, Aura Ancestor, and Aura God. Each realm is further divided into sub-stages of Early, Middle, Late, and Peak,"
Shortly after Fenrira explained, she added, "Our uncle was a Late-stage Aura King."
"Late-stage Aura King, huh?" Albion muttered thoughtfully.
Shortly after Albion inquired further, he figured that a Late-stage Aura King was, more or less, comparable to a Late-stage Spirit Refinent Realm cultivator.
It must be noted that the four Horsen were only in the Mid-stage Spirit Refinent Realm.
Without the advantage of the hunter leveling system that boosts one's overall physical attributes, Lord Bahram's cultivation was stronger than the four Horsen.
Considering only a minority of Hunters are in the Innate Realm, let alone the Spirit Refinent Realm, it was not surprising that the Glacia continent fell so quickly to the beastn.
"Going by this classification, it would an that you are a Late-stage Aura Lord while Fenriri is an Early-stage Aura Lord," Albion casually comnted with a glance.
However, his casual comnt quickly stunned Fenrira.
"Yes, Master. You've guessed correctly," Fenrira nodded before asking curiously, "But how did you know? Do you have a special thod to accurately gauge our cultivation levels?"
"Kukuku, I'm glad you asked," Albion chuckled softly in a wicked manner before covering one of his eyes and said boastfully, "It's because I possess the Tyrant's Eye of Truth!"
"…"
Fenrira and Fenriri stared dumbly as if waiting for Albion to explain what that was. They have never heard of such a thing.
It was so awkwardly silent that Albion thought he could hear the imaginary crows cawing in the skies.
"Tyrant's Eye of Truth? What is that?" Fenriri asked curiously before saying, "You're acting weird, Master."
Puchi!
Albion staggered backward as if he had taken critical damage from the ntal blow. And as if it was not enough, Goldfinger gave him another ntal blow by making a suggestion.
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