W2 (10)

Long ago, the dragon god descended unto the world and in his graciousness and ever-loving kindness gifted the five major ancestors of old with abilities based on the talents they held.

To the demons with their chaoticness he gave destruction.

To the angels with their faith, he gave holiness.

To the elves with their grace, he gave the love of beasts.

To the gnomes with their curiosity, he gave advancement/creation.

And finally, to the humans with their adaptation, he gave something to increase their productivity—Mana.

Now the dragon god had taken quite a liking to the elf king and as a show of his favor, he gifted to him a special beast, a beast with the bloodline of all races known to this day as the guardian of the elves!

However to prevent tyranny from the elves he made the beast a conqueror, a beast that could never be defeated or humbled even by the elf king himself… however it was now a cute pomeranian dog that was covering Feral’s face with slobber as he giggled.

“So cute! Is this really the elf guardians?!” Feral exclaimed gleefully as he played with the little doggie in his hands.

It was so cute!!

“It seems you adore creatures that appear adorable?” Genad asked leisurely as he butchered the meat they were about to consume. It was a wolverine—the version of wolfs in this world and was hella gigantic.

“Of course who doesn’t love cute creatures?!” Feral said cheerfully as he continued playing with the new form the beast had taken, a cute bunny.

Genad glanced at Feral who was laughing so hard his entire cheeks flushed up, he fell unto the grass clumsily in an attempt to capture the now-turned-to-kitty guardian as he giggled happily without a care in the world.

A small smile appeared on his face as he muttered-

“Indeed, everyone likes cute creatures.”

“I know you’d get it~! If you’re done with its butcher, I’ll do the barbecuing! My cooking skills are quite alright~” Feral stated as he squatted towards Genad to take the butchered meat for a wash in the river.

His long hair had been cut and with his beaming dark eyes, lovely smile, and bubbliness he was actually cute in a comforting way that made you want to be around him and tease him slightly.

“You change moods quickly,” Genad simply stated as he watched Feral hand over the meat to the now-turned-panda guardian to go wash in the stream beside them.

“Ah… well, hm,” Feral muttered awkwardly.

Due to the sealer’s effect, Feral’s traits had been locked up tight and now it was all Dina. It was really difficult to maintain a shy deposition with the extroverted talkative she was, she didn't even know when she reverted back to herself.

‘Ugh, I would totally be having points deducted for OOCing right now. Fuck you Zero, couldn’t you at least warn me?’

‘The target loves it so….’

‘Sigh…’

“It's… nothing,” Feral muttered quietly with a blush that earned him a brow raise from Genad who simply shrugged before leaving him be.

Ding!

/ Awemeter increased to 10%! Keep it up Transmigrator! /

‘….’

‘I guess you were right, he does like it. Doesn’t justify OOCing though, I’ll still get points deducted from me ah.’

Soon the trio was roasting meat and waiting to hold the feast of their life. With the Omniscience narrator’s guide, Dina was able to identify some nice spices in the forest which made their meal less bland, and accompanied by Feral's knowledge as a grown farmer she was armed to the teeth.

If questioned, Feral would simply state his humble origins as a farmer.

Feral stared in a daze as he admired his surroundings, they were in the division between the elves and the two races who surround them—the angels and humans.

The kingdom of Styr was divided into five regions according to the five races and each region was secured behind certain barriers that completely surrounded it, separating them from each other.

All barriers were natural and ancient had that it was built by the dragon king. The divisions were as follows:

For the demons were the oceans Devuniake- The Tempest of Devils.

For the angels were the heavens- Sky of Emunah.

For the elves were the forests- The Forest of Nobliss.

For the humans was the weathering of Mana- The Weathering Grove.

For the gnomes were the mountains- The Nederlands of Edmonstone.

They were in the division of elves, the forest of nobliss, or simply nobliss. It was a gorgeous forest filled with different vegetation and creatures.

Most precious vegetation existed within the forest of Nobliss and so it was a well respected forest due to how richly endowed it was in natural treasures. The forest was also futher divided into two major parts—the land of comfort and the land of pride.

The land of comfort is simply as it is named a portion of the Nobliss forest filled with mostly vegetation and barely any beasts drift into the area which was quite magical considering how well-endowed the area was. The land of pride was the center of all creations, filled with both vegetation and beasts but mostly beasts.

Feral admired his surrounding leisurely, they seemed to be deep in the land of comfort, surrounded by huge trees with various colors that dyed the environment with a certain picturesque brilliance. They were so tall that they covered the sky with only a bare amount of sunlight coming through, providing a cool shade that caressed their bodies.

Beside him were varying plants, shrubs, mosses, ferns, and wildflowers that flourished beautifully. Even with the meager amount of sunlight they received they still flourished and filled the entire place with a lovely scent, along with a graceful endowment of diverse attractive colors that left one in awe and adoration.

Before them was a flowing spring whose transparency remained untainted and even after being sullied by the bloodiness of meat it remained still as clear as ever, clearer than any mirror Dina had ever seen.

How can a spring be so clear? The only thing that seemed to slightly obstruct it was the falling of petals from the surrounding flowers into it which gave a sort of tainted beauty to it.

Beneath them was a cozy grass which was unlike any other Dina had seen as it seemed to massage their bodies in peaceful greetings inducing a sense of ease and comfort.

It truly deserved its name as a land of comfort.

‘So lovely!’ Dina exclaimed in her mind.

Feral lay down comfortably enjoying the fluffy comfort of the pomeranian puppy on her body which was fumbling around.

“Can’t you talk puppy?” Feral suddenly asked out of curiosity, no matter which form it took the beast didn’t make a single noise.. did it not know how to?

“Let me teach you. The form you’re in now says woof! Woof! Go on, repeat after me,” Feral cooed at the poor puppy who only stared at her helplessly.

“It’s mute,” Genad said cooly as he stared at Feral with judgemental eyes as if looking at some idiot.

Dina: ……..

૮ ・ﻌ・ა: ???

There was a dreadful silence as Feral simply laid down and pretended to sleep. How fucking embarrassing!!!

“Pft-“

“??!”

Feral who was pretending to be dead even with closed eyes and all instantly leaped up as he stared directly at Genad who was facing the fire as he watched the meat roast. Was he wrong…?

Feral stared suspiciously before laying back down with a shrug, maybe he was wrong?

Ding!

/ Awemeter Increased to 15%! Keep it up T /

‘……..ah, whatever.’

[Meanwhile]

“FIND THEM! NO MATTER WHAT IT TAKES ESPECIALLY THAT LITTLE DEMON! HOW COULD I HAVE BEEN DECEIVED?! THE ELF BEAST OF ALL THINGS?!” Artalio screamed in rage, on getting the report.

The elf had been a diversion for a major crime all along and he stupidly fell for it! But what in the world was an elf doing with a demon? No demon would be crazy enough to have elves as slaves anyways! So just what?!

‘After capturing them they’ll have a lot to talk about, especially that demon. I’ll make Helen watch as his beloved gets tortured and personally take him in front of that demon!’

Artalio sat on his throne huffing and puffing with rage as his red eyes glowed a fierce red when suddenly a maid sort for his audience—it was one of the maids that had served Helen.

“Your majesty!” Silvia curtsied obediently before the seething male on the throne.

“Do you not know that my rage could have your head flying for letting an elf I adored slip right through your hands?” Artalio asked with a dreadful glare that sent Silvia on her knees forcefully as she crawled on all fours pleading for mercy.

"Your majesty I beg you to please temper justice with mercy!" Silvia pleaded repeatedly as she bowed even lower.

“Speak,” he eventually said with a sigh.

“Your Highness… that elf had shown the characteristics of a royal,” Silvia muttered shakingly.

“Elaborate elf.”

“He was highly reluctant to let us dress him as a female and throughout the entire process with his agitation high I observed him and could confirm that his eyes bled red. A deep red with a phantom of a rose within which only I saw due to my precise eyesight,” Silvia reported.

As she was affinated by a feline beast it wasn't shocking that her eyesight was that accurate.

There was a dreadful silence for a while before Artalio suddenly stood up and with a roar exclaimed-

“AT ALL COST FIND THAT ELF! TAKE THE MAIDEN WITH YOU AND LET HER LEAD THE SEARCH!”

Artalio's eyes trembled fiercely, just how... red eyes?! With a phantom rose?! The maid could be lying or might have seen wrong but why would she do such a thing that could greatly endanger her?

And if that child truly possesses such eyes... then...

‘How is he connected to my sister?!’

T/N: I'll upload to Sundays to make up for the lost days!! Thank you very much for your patience!