Inside a large café where dozens of cats road freely, one animal stood out—a large, black dog that, for so reason, was being used as a cushion by the cute cats.
"Oh, look at the dog! He's not attacking the cats at all."
"Hey, take a picture. This is Instar worthy."
"Wow, I can't believe how chill it is."
Small talks started to circulate as a group of high school girls took pictures, ensuring they were in the fra so they could brag on social dia.
In fact, 75% the pic was their face, and they ended up pouting their cheeks and adding heavy filters to make themselves look cuter than they actually were.
"Do you think we can touch it?" one of the girls asked.
"I think so. It looks smart and not aggressive at all," another student chid in.
The group of high school girls, encouraged by the dog's calm deanor, approached it cautiously.
One of them extended her hand to pet its head, and it rely glanced at her before resting its head back on the floor, utterly unbothered by the attention.
"Oh my gosh, he's so soft!" one of the girls exclaid, running her fingers through the dog's dark fur.
"He's like a big teddy bear," another added, kneeling down to scratch behind the dog's ears.
The dog let out a contented sigh, its tail thumping lazily against the floor.
The cats continued to lounge on and around it, seemingly unfazed by the growing crowd of admirers.
"This is amazing," one of the girls said, snapping more pictures. "I've never seen a dog so relaxed around cats before."
As the girls continued to pet and fuss over the dog, it remained calm, enjoying the attention.
A café employee approached, smiling at the scene.
"He's a special one, isn't he?" she said. "We call him Wick. "
"Wick, huh?" one of the girls repeated. "I don't think that's a good na at all"
"Yeah, he looks like a gentle giant, it's better to call him Blackie" another girl agreed.
"RRRRR," Wick suddenly growled, his deanor shifting dramatically.
His eyes squinted as he stared at the girls.
Startled, they stumbled backward, falling to the ground in a scramble to get away from him.
"What the—?"
"Why is he angry all of a sudden?"
The café fell silent as everyone turned to see what was happening.
The cats, sensing the change in the Wick's mood, quickly scattered, hiding under tables and behind chairs.
The café employee rushed over, concern etched on her face.
"Wick, calm down!" she called, trying to soothe the agitated dog.
Wick's growl deepened, but he didn't advance toward the girls.
"Girls, please don't insult his na," a soothing voice echoed through the café.
Everyone turned to see the source of the voice and saw a drop-dead gorgeous woman.
Her short blonde hair frad a face with beautiful erald eyes that captivated the room.
She exuded an aura of stunning beauty that left everyone montarily breathless.
The woman walked over to Wick and gently patted his head.
"He really likes his na and the person who nad him," she continued, smiling warmly at the girls.
"Sorry," one of the girls mumbled, her cheeks turning pink. "We didn't an any harm."
"It's alright," Cyril replied kindly. "Just rember, nas are important, even to our furry friends."
Wick seed to calm down even more under her touch, his eyes closing in contentnt. T
he girls relaxed, feeling the tension in the room dissipate.
"Who is she?" one of the girls whispered to her friend.
"I don't know, but she's really pretty," the friend replied, equally awestruck.
"I think she's the owner of this place," one girl responded, her eyes wide with curiosity.
"Really?" another girl replied, glancing back at her friend. "That would make sense. She seems to know the dog really well."
"Yeah, and she's got that whole 'I'm in charge' vibe," the first girl added, nodding in agreent.
CLICK!
The door to the café opened, and two people entered, a woman and a man, each carrying a bunch of plastic bags with ats inside.
"What's going on here? What happened to our Wick?" George asked, noticing a crowd gathered around his most favorite dog in the world.
"Sorry, we didn't an to upset him," apologized one of the female students.
lissa, trailing behind with her own bags, glared at the girls. "You should be more careful. He's not just any dog."
The students reacted with shock and concern after they saw lissa scolding them.
So exchanged uneasy glances, while others took a step back, unsure what to say.
Tension hung in the air as Cyril attempted to diffuse the situation.
"It was a misunderstanding," she explained calmly "Wick can be sensitive."
"I... I'm sorry," lissa said, keeping her emotions in check.
She was deeply concerned because Wick was the pet of a Demon Lord; if he got angry, they were all in danger.
"It's alright. Is that all for Wick's food?" Cyril shifted the conversation.
"Yeah, by the way, we have good news," George hurriedly spoke up.
"What is it?" Cyril asked, noticing the genuine happiness on his face for the first ti in the long ti.
George's face lit up with excitent. "That asshole is alive!"
Cyril's eyes widened in surprise, her heart skipping a beat.
"Are—are you sure?" she asked, still in shock from the news. It was almost unbelievable, especially after all the bad news she had heard.
"Trust us. I'm sure that guy will just co and find us sooner or later," George assured with confidence.
He had believed the chance of rescuing his daughter was nonexistent after months of not receiving any news from her
But with him becoming a demon lord, all he needed to do was figure out her exact location, and they could save her.
"That's a relief," Cyril sighed, a soft smile lighting up her face.
But she quickly turned away, cheeks flushing slightly as she realized her expression might be giving away more than she intended.
However —
lissa and George noticed Cyril's reaction and couldn't help but feel awkward.
Cyril still didn't know that Reign was a man-eating, psychotic, brutal, demon made of bones.
They knew it would take all the kindness in the world for her to actually like him after seeing his true form.
As for lissa?
Well, she had always been the type to be attracted to exotic n.
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'Why do I feel like soone is talking behind my back?' Reign muttered to himself as he made his way to the next city.
He kept following the railways, but after passing another destroyed city, he ended up at a crossroads.
Ahead, one rail continued straight, while another veered to the right.
'Wait, where should I go now?' he mused.
The map he had seen last ti turned out to be fake, leaving him with two options: go straight or turn right.
As he pondered, one part of him leaned towards going right, while another insisted on continuing straight ahead.
"Fuck it, I'll just go straight," he decided and flew forward.
SWOOOOSH!
The wind from his flight created small shockwaves. They uncovered sothing buried in the sand.
It was a sign that read [Green Valley City Straight Ahead.]
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