"So let me get this straight," Tibaut said while holding two fingers to his closed eyes. "With an origin story like that, you just told her wolf died and didn't bother to look for him?"

Ezekiel immediately countered while throwing out his arms, "How could I not with a meeting like that? With people, it's one thing but an animal? Most are as good as dead if you don't see them for one month, much less six. It'd be better to be honest instead of her getting her hopes up and then being crushed by the harsh reality. Anyway, I'm just asking you to at least not tell her that he came here to us. You can bring him with you if you want, just don't mention anything about him being here."

While they were having they're little spat, Lucky was busy sniffing and attempting to play with the sheep. The sheep looked less bothered by this than they frankly should have been.

In his head, Tibaut was thinking "(Man, for someone immortal, she's more human than I gave her credit for.)"

"But now that you mention it, what the hell does a wolf do for half a year then decide to return for?" Tibaut wondered.

"No idea," he responded while shrugging his shoulders. He then looked as if thought of something then shook his head to deny the idea.

"Also Tibaut" added, "In the story, you didn't seem too concerned with her killing the wolves, in fact, you seemed pretty calm about it."

"I mean she already killed them, it wasn't like she could unkill them now, could she? Besides the fact she showed regret over it was good enough for me."

The two continued having conversation until the sun began to set and two men approached them. The men thanked the two adventurers and began shepherding the sheep to a nearby fenced-off area where they were safe to rest.

"Welp time to leave. See you next time kid." Ezekiel said.

"Next time my ass, this was boring as hell." He replied.

"Don't be like that kid, I've pretty much exhausted all the conversations I could have with everyone else I know. I'll have you know this place is great for shooting the shit." He said.

Tibaut waved his hand and said "whatever" before leaving.

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"But man, I'm kinda surprised this dog, no, wolf decided to follow me. You're master's gonna be pissed she has such a disloyal pet." He said in a mocking tone petting the wolf's head while it followed him.

Eventually, they reached the mansion but not before seeing something that wasn't an everyday occurrence. As Tibaut was approaching while he was somewhat hidden by the trees he noticed a large person.

No, it'd be more appropriate to say they were massive. They were about 7-8 feet in height and wore armour that covered them from head to toe. The helmet seemed odd as it had metal horns jutting out of it which as far Tibaut knew made helmets impractical for combat although this was a fantasy world so decided maybe he was just overthinking.

The entire armour was also black whether through some heating and cooling method or the use of dye he had no idea. The armour also seemed pretty heavy. The person wearing it seemed to be about two inches depressed into the dirt.

Finally, to top it he seemed to be holding an axe taller than Tibaut in one hand. Not resting on the floor or their shoulder, he casually held that monstrous axe with one hand.

"Who the hell is that?" Tibaut whispered to himself.

The two seemed like they were having an amicable chat. Eventually, the armoured figure patted Elizabeth's head and left through the forest. The thing that startled him about this was that each time the figure took a step he could feel the ground shake.

"Is that her boyfriend?" he thought "Her dad? No, no, no, she's immortal so maybe… her son?" While he was deep in thought Elizabeth started to approach him.

"Why were you over here, hiding like some common bandit?" She questioned Tibaut before immediately shifting her focus to Lucky.

She began hugging him and rubbing while the wolf was none too bothered by this. "Lucky, please don't leave here again, you worried me." She said while pouting. The wolf gave a simple bark and gave her a single lick across her face. "Geez, I can't stay mad at you." She said smiling while playing with his fluffy fur.

"Wait, you knew he was alive?" Tibaut asked, confused.

"I see Ezekiel told you about it. That bastard for 3 months straight would tell me that Lucky was dead and I almost believed too. But from what I just talked about a while ago it seemed like he decided to follow my master." She responded.

"Master?" He said, shocked.

"Uh-huh. Honestly, I would have sold this place over a year ago if it wasn't for my master's contributions." She responded.

"But you're immortal, are you telling me after all these years, you don't have some money saved up?" He questioned.

After hearing that, she made a long drawn-out sigh. "I guess I never said it outright so I suppose it's not surprising you'd come to a conclusion like that."

Tibaut looked at her puzzled and she continued. "This immortality was something I acquired pretty recently. And just so we can clear any misunderstandings I'll state this bluntly. I'm 19."

"Seriously?"

"Seriously."

"Really?"

"Really." She said in a tone filled with irritation.

"Man, I thought you were looked about twenty-" but before he could finish Elizabeth had quietly and quickly managed to put her sword to his neck.

"Want to continue?" She asked with a chilling smile on her face.

"No, boss!" he responded while saluting.