"Please, don't kill !" the Gray-haired man, who goes by the na Mason McLain pleaded. "I'll tell you everything I know! Just spare !"
He had seen how the Ancient Wendigo had gorged on his subordinates one by one, taking great pleasure in eating their fear, regret, and frustration.
Ethan allowed Dainsleif to do what it wanted, and remained in his Raven Form.
Their opponent was using so kind of magic that was very different from the magic he knew about.
Because of this, he was taking extra precautions just in case soone was using a scrying spell to look at the event that was happening in the riverside. One could never be too cautious when dealing with these kinds of organizations, who were using magic he wasn't familiar with.
Since he could see through Dantalion's eyes, it was highly possible that the leader of this Cult had a similar ability.
With that kind of possibility, Ethan didn't dare to take the risk of letting their enemy see his true appearance.
Ethan didn't have the ability to extract the mories from people.
However, Dainsleif did.
Since the Ancient Wendigo was Ethan's Contracted Monster, Dantalion was able to gain the Ancient Wendigo's ability through his connection with his Master.
There were two ways on how Dainsleif could extract mories from his prey. One was by eating them, and the other was forcefully opening up their mindspace.
But, Ethan told the wicked creature to just consu the n because it was safer that way.
The Ancient Wendigo was more than happy to obey its Master because it had been a while since it ate living creatures.
It saved the man nad Mason for last because Ethan wanted to see him suffer, and not die a quick death.
The act of killing Ravens was a grave cri in the Wizarding World because they were their Spirit Guides.
This was also the reason why Brynhildr Academy didn't hesitate to suspend classes for the ti being, and allowed the Professors to accompany the Ravens to investigate the source of these incidents.
"Do you want to live?" Dainsleif chuckled, making Mason's body shudder uncontrollably. "Yes! I want to live!" Mason pleaded. "I'll tell you everything! I hold an important position in our organization! If you spare , I am willing to beco your double agent!"
The gray-haired man was doing his best to survive from this horrifying nightmare.
As long as he was able to return to Midgard, he was willing to do anything to save his life.
Dainsleif, who shared a connection with Ethan, started to ask Mason so questions.
"What is the na of your organization?" Dainsleif asked.
"O-Order of the Blood Fangs" Mason replied.
Dainsleif chuckled. "Blood Fangs? But your insignia is that of a Hawk?"
"W-We are just trying to shift bla to a rival organization just in case we are caught by others," Mason stuttered. "It's the truth! Please believe !"
"Okay, next question...," Dainsleif smirked.
He knew for a fact that Mason wasn't lying because he had absorbed the mories from his subordinates.
Mason's group had indeed co to the Shire Continent to search for any clues about the Stone of Destiny, and the Saintess of the Order of the Tidebringer.
Dainsleif could have simply absorbed Mason's mory, but he refrained from killing him, at least for now.
Earlier, they ntioned that they had a way of communicating with other groups.
So, if they killed Mason, the group that he was supposed to et up with would beco more wary, and cover their tracks.
Because of this, Ethan decided to let the Gray-haired man live, so that he could use him to fish for the other mbers of the Order of the Blood Fangs, who were still at large in the Shire Continent.
'Since they are targeting Hecate, I will not allow any of them to leave the Shire Continent alive,' Ethan thought.
He was aware that there were other factions aside from the Fomorians, who were seeking the Stone of Destiny. However, he wanted to know why they were targeting Hecate of all people. "About this Saintess, why is your organization targeting her?" Dainsleif asked.
"I-I don't know a lot of details, but there is only one thing that I can tell you," Mason replied. He was unable to keep his words from trembling because the Ancient Wendigo's face was only a few inches away from his own face, making him feel extre dread.
"Out with it then," Dainsleif ordered.
"It's because our Leader wants to obtain the Saintess' power, and secret," Mason answered. "If the rumors circulating our organization are real, the Saintess has perford a Taboo ceremony. She had discovered a way to reinc-arggghhhh!"
Mason grabbed his throat as if trying to prevent so kind of invisible hands from choking him.
Blood started to stream down his eyes, as a silent scream escaped his lips.
Dainsleif, who understood what was happening, no longer hesitated and devoured the man before the unknown assailant could successfully kill, and silence him.
The Ancient Wendigo ate hastily in order to prevent any unforeseen incidents.
After successfully devouring the man, it then scoured through Mason's mories, trying to understand who might be responsible for the act of killing him.
The Ancient Wendigo stayed still for several minutes before a laugh escaped its lips.
It then shared the information it gathered with Ethan, which made the young man, who was currently in Raven Form, feel as if things had beco more complicated.
All over the Shire Continent, the mbers of the Blood Fangs, all dropped dead one by one. Their bodies slowly turned red before dissolving into a pool of blood, leaving nothing behind for Ethan, and the other Professors of the Academy to investigate further.
Even those that had been captured, and placed in the dungeon of the academy weren't spared from this fate, and they all died, only leaving their foul blood behind.
'Ethan...,' Ethan's Other Half muttered. 'This is bad news.'
Ethan nodded because it was indeed bad news.
'A Demigod huh?' Sebastian clicked his tongue. 'As if Progenitors weren't enough. We now
have Demigods to deal with.'
Progenitors were a threat, but not an imdiate threat.
The reason for this was because they were forced to leave Midgard due to the intervention of
the Gods.
They exist in other planes of existence, which allowed them to send their Avatars, as well as communicate with their followers in Midgard.
Of course, if these Progenitors really wanted to, there were many ways on how they could enter the Mortal Realm.
However, the price they would have to pay was very steep, so they would only do it if the
returns were worth it.
For example, they wouldn't mind descending if they could capture Ethan, and bring them to
their own plane of existence.
That way, they would be able to use him as their vessel, and recover all of their losses.
However, Demigods were different.
They were the offspring of Progenitors with other Progenitors.
So of them were also born from the union of Progenitors with Mortals, and Monsters alike, which allowed them to stay in the Mortal Realm.
Demigods were at the top of the Food Chain, with mortals serving under them.
The Tidebringer was one of those Demigods, but his whereabouts were currently unknown.
And now, Ethan discovered that a Demigod was not only looking for the Stone of Destiny, but also interested in obtaining the Saintess of the Order of the Tidebringer, which was none other than the newest addition to their Dud Manor, Hecate.
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