The girls finally calmed down and I gave them each a kiss. It really wasn’t like I was going far, or intended to risk my life. What was the worst that could… ah… yeah… maybe I needed to stop putting up such a flag.

With a farewell, I opened a portal and stepped into an alleyway located in the wolfkin city. I immediately felt the expected increase in humidity and heat. Walking out into the town, I used my Transformation skill to give myself the appearance of a wolfkin. Unfortunately, I couldn’t replicate the smell of a wolfkin yet, but I did my best to wrap myself in the air and keep my smells from leaking out. It was a trick I had learned from Celeste, and I wasn’t very good at it.

The last time I had been in the wolfkin tribe capital, the place had been very empty and depressed. Death hung in the air, and people were fearful for their lives. Only a week or so later, and the atmosphere had changed from muted to rather boisterous. People were excitedly selling their wares and talking excitedly. As I passed by, I heard various conversations of interest.

“Yeah, the king defeated Lady Death with his mighty blade. He freed all the souls of the dead.”

“You know, I was in the army that hunted down Lady Death. Of course, we didn’t run into her, but if we did… I would have shown her who’s the alpha wolf!”

“My dad’s soul was lost, but he came back. Glory to King Roth!”

It seemed like the story going around was that it was the king of Dioshin that had slain Lady Death and freed everyone. I didn’t know how I felt about him taking credit for my work. I was a bit worried that Lord Duran believed these words too. If that was the case, would he even be willing to fulfill his part of the bargain? If he did reject me, then I was going to head there on my own. I’d just make sure to use transformation and move quickly. Such a journey would take months though unless I made use of my double jumping. Such a rapid movement skill would be noticed though and may get me into all kinds of trouble.

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The one nice thing was that I wouldn’t have to do it all at once. I could travel all day, then portal home, and then portal where I left off in the morning, and do it again, just like when I worked my way down a dungeon.

I was thinking about such things so I didn’t notice when an older wolfwoman stepped in front of me and pointed a finger in my face. “You! You don’t belong here!”

Had I been sniffed out? I managed to hide the shock on my face pretty well.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“Naturally, you’re a blasphemer! You must give yourself over to God!”

I looked around and took a breath of relief. I had been walking by the local chapter of the church. This woman was calling me out. My eyes immediately caught on to her large chest and went flat.

“You’re not… the church or big breasts… are you?” I asked.

Her face turned red, and she turned her chest away from me. “How dare you? You would speak of such sacrilege at the Church of the Father?”

“The father… no chests?”

She frowned. “What is your obsession with chests? Clearly, you need religion.”

“No! I’m sorry… I don’t care about chests.”

“Good.” The woman nodded. “Our church doesn’t care about such trivial things. All women are welcome here…”

“I see…” I felt a little teary-eyed finally encountering a real church; it wasn’t some ridiculous church.

“As long as they have junk in the trunk.”

“Eh?”

“Behold! The church of the big butts!” She turned around and flashed her nice round posterior.

“I-it’s a lie…”

“As it was written, big butts cannot lie. Look upon your brothers, for they cannot deny…”*

I gave up. Religion in this world was doomed.