Fenrir watched through the mask as one of the two bulky men groaned on the floor while the other stared at the boy with fearful eyes.

“You can remove your stealth now,” the silver-haired boy spoke in a calm voice.

Nothing happened.

Fenrir sighed. “Don’t worry. You’re safe now. Besides, you don’t want your brothers to worry, do you?”

In response, a beautiful, black-haired girl with fox-like eyes seemed to appear from nothing. She stood next to her brothers, clearly worried about their safety.

Noticing this, Fenrir smiled gently. With a wave of his hands, the boys’ wounds disappeared. They froze in shock. After all, everyone knew that magic required a chant to be cast, especially when broken bones were involved, but the mysterious figure had made it as if the wounds had never existed with just a wave of his hands.

Fenrir turned back to the uninjured thug, who had been staring with apprehension. A gust of wind blew, and Fenrir was standing right in front of the man, with his hand on the thug’s forehead. Before the man could react, his eyes went empty as Fenrir searched through his mind. After a moment, the boy released his grip and the man collapsed on the ground. No wounds were visible, but if anyone checked they would find that his heart was not beating and he was no longer breathing. In other words, he was dead.

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Fenrir then turned to the other thug, who had stopped groaning and was staring at the boy with fear in his eyes. Letting out a sigh, Fenrir turned away. The man collapsed, also dead.

Glancing over his shoulder at the confused and likely terrified siblings, Fenrir spoke in a calm voice.

“As of today, the criminal organizations in this city will come under my jurisdiction. If you have any trouble, go to any of their bases and ask for help. There will likely be few survivors, but at the very least they can inform me.”

The trio have nervous nods. If a grown man had said what the boy- clearly just their age- had, they would assume that he was joking or insane. However, the boy had a sort of aura about him that, combined with what he had just done, made it seem certain that he would live up to his words. Fenrir’s Fae voice helped dispel the fear and trauma they had accumulated over the course of the day, and the three siblings began to feel safe and at home.

“You should head home. You’ve had a tiring day.”

Fenrir’s voice was gentler this time, and the three siblings nodded. Their subconscious mind had already established Fenrir as a “big brother” figure. He had saved them from a hopeless situation, after all. His calm, mature demeanor and voice helped as well.