Mother left in the care of the Asgardian gods when I was still very young. I haven’t seen her since then.
So no, I am not so mindless creature like Dearth always implies.
I am a being of peak regality, you know?
Anyway! Back to petting my fluffy cat friend.
"Ah... why does Levina’s gaze look like that again?"
Ahhh! I totally forgot about Levi’s draconic eyes!
"Ahem, Levina has a special, um, trait... which she, uh, inherited from her... yes! Her grandmother—"
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"As if! Your aura has been chasing away monsters ever since we crossed into Hades Border!"
It seems... Master Raven has absolutely no idea that he’s been unconsciously leaking such a terrifying aura that it’s scaring off every monster around us.
He probably thinks they’re just scared of ...
And here I was, assuming he was deliberately flaunting his majestic presence. Boohoo.
Well, it’s amusing to watch, so I’ll keep quiet about it for now.
But... sothing severe caught my ears.
"Haha, one might even confuse the na with Ravenwood, that evil Dark Fenrir the townsfolk worship," one of the mortals we rescued had said earlier.
That comnt has been bothering . I had no idea such a movent had even erged.
There’s so much information I don’t have, and it’s honestly infuriating.
If these cultists are going to beco a source of future trouble for Master Raven, then I believe it’s only wise to uproot their little nuisance before it grows too large to ignore.
First, I approached the human and asked if I could get any more intelligence.
"Ah, yes. It’s been a pain in the ass for a while," he said with a shrug.
There was sothing different about how he behaved around .
With Master Raven, he had been more cheerful, casual, and lighthearted. But now...
I narrowed my eyes slightly.
This man might be dangerous.
"No need to be so wary of ," he said with a soft giggle. "I just find Ruben quite interesting, that’s all."
Wait... how could he tell?
Was I giving away anything from my expression?
I made sure my expression wasn’t seen...
"I comnd your ability to read my emotions," I replied with a calm smile. "But... that won’t happen again, I assure you."
By now, Master Raven had returned to his playful frolicking with the cat demihuman.
It was a valuable discovery—that he seed to have an affection for cats.
I would definitely use that knowledge later, to lure him to bed and seduce the hell out of him.
But that would be at another ti.
"So," I began, turning the conversation forward, "how long has this cult been in existence?"
We had just stepped beyond the mouth of the cave, the one that led to the hidden world beneath the world.
"Not that long," Nico answered after a short pause. "Just 200 years ago..."
For , two centuries passed like a single breath drawn in silence.
But for a mortal, two hundred years was a lifeti.
Why did he speak of it like it had only just happened yesterday?
Regardless, Nico explained that there were two cults—one that worshipped the Dark Fenrir, and one that hated him.
It beca clear to that the group who despised the Fenrir were dood to perish, but I kept pressing for more information anyway.
Two hundred years ago was also the first ti Master Raven appeared in Pison.
I rember it vividly because that was the very mont I fell in love with him.
Back then, there had been a great war between Gihon and Pison.
The conflict had been stirred up by Freya and Ares.
Apparently, during the chaos, Master Raven had appeared—not as the man I now knew, but as a massive, dark-furred wolf, brimming with evil energy.
And yet, in the midst of blood and destruction, he had spared a particular group of humans—soldiers he judged unworthy of the battle before them. He sent them ho, back to their families.
So of those n interpreted his rcy as divine intervention, a second chance gifted by the Great Dark Fenrir, Ravenswood.
And so, a portion of them returned not only with their lives, but with faith.
It hadn’t even been up to a year before people began to worship him as a god, eagerly awaiting his second coming.
How they discovered that his na was Ravenswood, and that he was coming again, remains a mystery—though it is said that a priestess living during that era divined the na through so sacred ans, the authenticity of this claim is weak and unproven.
Conversely, the portion of the humans that Master Raven chose to spare developed an intense spite toward him. They accused him of looking down on humans, spitting on their pride, and in truth, harboring deep hatred for the human race.
This group turned their hatred toward wolves, causing a massive disruption to the ecosystem by relentlessly hunting them down during that ti. Over the years, they have evolved into a cult—one that rejects the divinity of Ravenswood and persists in causing pain and suffering to the Fenrir worshippers, even now.
"...Thank you for this intelligence, Nico," I said with a nod. "I’ll find a way to repay you at so other ti. Please keep in mind that I may return to ask for more information soon. Also... don’t question my reasons for prying into this Fenrir cult matter. Pretend this conversation never happened, and you and your wives will remain happy."
"Hehehe, you found out?" He chuckled. "But... is that a threat?"
This lad was far too bold for an ordinary mortal.
Is he hiding a hidden strength that gives him such confidence?
Or is he just that naturally courageous?
"It is, I’m afraid," I replied with a smile, handing him the elf’s ear accessory I snagged just a second ago, without her notice, to let him understand the next thing I snatch might be a vital organ.
"I don’t want any unnecessary background noise distracting my Lord," I explained, "He already has far more important things to worry about."
That was the extent of the information I obtained from Nico before we approached the dwarves’ village.
I understand now... I have made my decision.
Both cults must be erased before Master Raven ever steps foot into the human lands.
I’ll discuss the genocide quietly with the others. If it is for the sake of our Lord, those beings would defy even heaven itself.
Or... no.
The fewer people that know, the better.
Among all of Master Raven’s followers, there is only one I suspect bold enough to keep secrets from him.
Jorō. That arrogant spider upstart.
I will fill in the numbers with my Sea Demons, and assign Jorō to lead a portion of them toward one side of the town.
Those cults must be eliminated as soon as possible—before Master Raven becos fully aware of their existence.
We finally arrived at the village, and with the use of the de-concealnt spell, we were granted entry.
Vilskapa truly is a remarkable dwarf. To craft a device capable of hiding a village of this scale, even from my own sight, is no small feat.
Still, I doubt he would have been able to deceive Master Raven’s eyes.
Master Raven is just far too adorable.
Once we reached the central square, where we were supposed to et with both Valhugr and Vilskapa to give the full report on the mission’s success, Bina and Alicia imdiately began pestering Master Raven again.
Honestly, he has been cheating on us quite a bit lately. I’ve grown exhausted from scolding him myself.
When the two dwarves I had been waiting for finally arrived, I turned toward them, doing my best to suppress the murderous intent that was starting to bubble up inside .
"Vilskapa. Valhugr. Co with ," I said, moving in closer so that Master Raven wouldn’t overhear. "Depending on how you respond... I may be forced to spill the blood of every single Nor-dwarf currently walking the grounds of Pison. Do you understand ?"
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