Character Information - Who is who?
Because I have created quite a variety of characters, I will now create little cheat sheets before a chapter for the characters who will appear in the chapter, but not for those who haven't. Please open the spoiler if you need some reminders. (Be careful, it can be a spoiler for the chapter!)
Lorient M. Leonandra (Wolf-kin)
* The first child of the current Leonandra household
* A user of the wild-demon energy
* Sister of the MC
* Golden eyes
* Red fur and hair color
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A young wolf-kin girl was sneaking through a forest in the savanna, looking at various footsteps, sniffing the smells of different monsters in the air, like a wolf hunting for a rabbit.
Lorient loved it, and if someone saw her, they would see how her fangs were showing through her smile as she was in bliss. She used the [Tracking] skill to find her snack but found something much more interesting than a rabbit.
~30m (~32 yards) away from her was a giant bull eating her tender snack. What she saw was an excellent mid-Tier 1 monster, perfect for training. Standing two meters (~6.6 ft) tall, five meters (16.4 ft) long, with two enormous and curved horns on its head. It had dark-blue and green skin and a slightly longer neck than usual.
Licking her lips, she approached her dinner closer. [Stealth] guided her every footstep, making her instincts more sensitive to certain spots like shadows and soft ground. Her feet moved smoothly and soundlessly as she circled her prey to position herself slightly diagonally from behind in preparation for the ambush.
She learned to be patient. The memory was vivid when she was kicked by a comparable creature the last time she tried the same approach and wanted to avoid repeating the same mistake.
When she was only ~10m (~11 yards) away, she knew that every further step would signal the monster in front of her that she was there.
Lorient crouched down and leaned her body as parallel as possible toward the ground, almost touching the earth with her knees. She activated her [Aura], and a red-goldish mist slowly surrounded her hands and formed claws.
After a moment of analyzing the situation, she activated the [Dash] skill and rushed forward like a meteor. Only leaving two small trails of her energy and a burrow from the recoil.
'I can even taste him already! Come to Mama!'
Shortly before she was in range for an attack, the bull's tail swung at her with an enormous velocity.
The very flexible wolf-kin girl twisted her body, faced upward towards the sky, and got even deeper toward the ground to avoid the tail.
As the tail was above her, she was so deep down that her whole body almost touched the ground. The tip of her leather shoes barely got traction but enough so that she could kick herself off, parallel to the monster's side, towards the front.
As she pushed herself off, she worked a spin in. The tail's air pressure added to the momentum of her spin and twisted her faster. She spun her body clockwise while flying close to the bull's side, and with every rotation, she hit the bull with her claws like a small red-goldish tornado made from blades.
The first and last cuts were shallow, but the in-betweens ones slit right through into the bull's skin. After spinning to the front, she grabbed the ground and rolled away to the side, a meter or two away from the bull.
Seeing the monster injured, enraged, and losing blood at a fast rate aroused her bloodlust. Her ears stood up, her nose became as sensitive as possible, and her eyes glittered golden as she looked at her prey, not even a doubt in her mind that she couldn't kill it. The wolf-girl slowly formed her energy mist around her tail, readying for the next attack.
The bull in front of her scratched the ground with his hooves and readied himself for a dash. Lorient gave him no chance to attack as she darted forward. As an answer, the bull instantly accelerated, cracked the ground underneath him, and charged at the wolf girl.
While dashing at the bull, she slipped intentionally, feet forward, while the bull brought his horns down to impale her. As she did it, she twisted her arm to grab the ground and pushed herself into a twirl to get her momentum into a spin. She gracefully avoided the bull's horn, and while in spin, her tail acted like a blade, surrounded by her destructive energy.
While in rotation, she cut the bull's lower part of its throat. Slitting it multiple times.
After her rotational momentum ended, she slipped straight through between the bull's legs. When out, she instantly jumped up, no longer underneath him. She was ready for another round.
Although not her own, Lorient was full of dirt and blood and waited for the bull to turn around as her bloodlust reached a new height. After mooing quietly, the giant cow just fell, "Mooo – grrrrrr…!"
Boom
A giant pool of blood was gathering beneath him, and she sounded annoyed as her adrenaline slowly disappeared, "Tsk, how boring."
Lorient's smile quickly vanished, and she looked disappointed. She looked around and tried to find her personal guard by smell, though the intense blood smell from the bleeding out bull wasn't helping, "LARRY, COME OUT! I DON'T WANT TO CARRY THIS THING BACK!"
Something gigantic emerged from the forest – an ox-kin, standing 2.20m (~7.2ft) tall while his horns made him look even bigger, carrying a mace on his back and wearing a half plate and half leather armor.
He slowly walked towards the girl, who looked like a pup beside him. A deep-bass voice echoed through the forest clearing, sounding irritated, "Ms. Lori, why do you kill so many monsters? We have so much food already."
Lorient frowned slightly at what this big muscle said, "I know! But he looked so strong! Look how big he is. I thought I could train a bit while fighting him."
The giant ox-kin just scratched his butt and nodded toward Lorient. He then went towards the big bull, heaped him over his shoulders like a sack of potatoes, and stood beside her, waiting for her command.
Lorient's eyebrows twitched slightly, "Erm, Larry, doesn't the blood flowing all over you disturb you?"
Larry looked at himself and shook his head towards his mistress. Like many times before, she just stood there dumbfounded by the simpleness of her personal protector.
She knew that he was in no way dumb or anything. He was just… too caring for her needs. That would be how she would describe him. After looking at herself, she thought the saying birds of a feather flock together really hit.
Smiling happily, she commanded the big ox-kin, "Let's return, Larry. We need to move back tomorrow."
The big Ox affirmed and hoped for a quick journey, as he was already annoyed by all the insects gluing to him, not knowing why, "Yes, Ms. Lori."
While walking back, she thought about the last months when she trained day and night, either with Larry, who was like an impenetrable wall, or with all kinds of Monsters.
Still, she needed to return to the estate, 'Narsi's divine legacy should be soon.'
Lorient had a smile on her blood-smeared face, fangs showing from it as she thought about her family. If somebody saw her, they would think she looked like something directly from hell.
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Later
They only needed around two hours till they were back at their camp, a small cave void of any monsters they found by luck.
While both cleaned themselves up, Lorient looked towards the sundown and fell into thoughts. In her mind, she wanted to get even more powerful, 'Reaching the next Tier would be great but can I do it?'
She was very young, and becoming strong fast wasn't possible without getting into dangerous situations. This was especially hard, with a personal guard always looking over her shoulder.
If she could, she would go as a soldier for the coming demon run to the east in Kratikal. She sighed, 'Mom or Dad would never let me join.'
Her parents, especially her mother, were very overprotective and would rather have her train for a couple of years longer before sending her to the front.
After cleaning herself up and putting clean clothes on, she and Larry made a bonfire and sat down to eat with a map lying between them while talking about what to do next, "Larry, how long till home?"
Larry looked at the map in front of them...
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They were west of Furri and somewhat on the forest edge, "Ms. Lori, we should need a week or two if we march to Furri. From there, we could take a boat towards Wolfsteeth."
Lorient simply nodded. For many, this kind of distance was long and perilous. Even given three weeks, it should be barely doable while marching.
Larry was the only reason they could travel quickly, as he was the designated mule on this trip. Even heaving double the weight of his mass would bring no problems towards the Tier 2 ox-kin, who had an apparent physical build.
She merely smiled at her personal protector, who was always around since she was young, protecting her like his own child, so she trusted him with her life without any doubt that he would sacrifice his own for her.
After checking the route together, Larry started preparing the meat for the following days while Lorient reviewed her system window.
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The overambitious wolf girl sighed about her not being good enough as her level was far from where she wished it should be. Everyone else would think she was crazy if they could read her mind, as her levels were high for her age.
Usually, someone at ~11 or 12 would be at most level 10 and start their apprenticeship, depending on the [Divinity Line] they received.
However, what irked her wasn't the general level, which she found low, but her [Mystic Skills]. The problem was that they were too specific, making it impossible to level up in this area.
Usually, her energy would absorb part of every creature's [Experience] like her mother could and simultaneously level the [Mystic Skills] up. It didn't work.
After some research at the estate's library, she found out that she had the same [Divinity Line] as one of her ancestors who would only absorb the energy of wild demons but to a ridiculous degree, which also would make her [Mystic Skills] level up much faster.
So she needed to go against wild demons to increase her [Mystic Skills], but they only existed in Kratikal or inside the buffer zone. Against demons, she would be like a wolf inside a group of sheep. She could absorb the energy from wild demons, which would usually poison almost everyone else.
But she couldn't just go there for a couple of reasons, and one was that she was too weak, even if she had some advantage. Wild demons came in numbers. They were like locusts, destroying and devouring anything in their way.
She thought about her parent's stories about the demons, and they always talked about one thing, which annoyed them. It was that, after they died, they would release all of their energy at once, which destroyed all land, and it became poisonous and uninhabitable for at least a century.
She remembered that one would also need a robust [Constitution] to not get poisoned, 'Maybe I can help out in the buffer zone? It should be less dangerous.'
She tried to remember where the buffer zone began and ended.
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But after some more thought, she clicked her tongue inwardly. Even if she was Tier 2, she knew her parents wouldn't allow her to join the demon run.
She mumbled while watching how the rainbow-colored moons stood in the clear night sky, "This sucks…."
Leonandra's law, or rather the estate law, was that you must be at least 23 to join the military. It was to have enough time to build sufficient physical prowess and enough willpower, to resist the wild and destructive demonic energy. The less developed someone was, the more susceptible one was.
Throwing wood into the bonfire in front of her, she stood up and went into the cave while giving orders to Larry, "Wake me up in ~five hours. I will take the second watch."
Larry simply nodded while polishing his mace, which was made from a mix of demon bones and Orichalcum. It was one of the sturdiest metals with almost no mana conductivity, perfect for pure physical builds.
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While she looked at the mace, she remembered how it was a present from her family after he took the position of her personal guard. This brought a smile to her when she remembered seeing him so perplexed when she chose him. Even though many more talented soldiers wanted the position, she liked him the most and decided out of pure instinct. He just felt right.
"HUUUAAAM," while yawning, she laid down on her improvised bed made from hides of previously slain beasts.
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Days later
They marched through the Savanna for already three days to Furri, and it was exhausting for Larry, not physically but mentally, "How long, Larry?"
Hearing this, he sighed inwardly and ignored the question by playing deaf since he was asked more and more frequently by the day, 'I couldn't answer it the first time and can't answer it the hundredth one.'
He had no idea how long they would need to travel. Navigation was not his job but of intelligent beast-kins, in his opinion.
Larry decided to play dumb as Lorient was looking at him. He tilted his head, "Yes, Ms. Lori?"
She frowned and sounded annoyed, "Nothing, just thinking there should be a village somewhere."
Larry nodded, 'Good. Hopefully, she will not ask me again in the next five minutes.'
As they silently walked for another four to five hours, the big ox-kin enjoyed the Savanna outside the woods. It was much safer, and he could slightly lower his guard.
Larry was always stressed when Lorient, his mistress, consistently wanted to travel. Because of her recklessness, he was almost always on edge. The last time he lost her was because she decided to run away. He found her quickly by the commotion she created when she fought the giant bull.
He suddenly noticed how her ears stood upright, and energy was focused on them and her nose, "Larry, I can smell… nature-dweller and … their blood…."
There was only one thought crossing his mind, 'Bad.'
Throwing all the bags to the ground, he grabbed his mace, "Where?"
Even with lower skill levels, Lorient's scouting and tracking abilities were much better than Larry's, as he couldn't sense anything.
She looked towards a direction that should be south-west-west of Furri, "We need to hurry, go!"
At her command, they both bolted in the direction she pointed to. As they ran through the savanna, she could smell it more clearly, 'Blood. Nature-dwellers blood.'
Lorient couldn't comprehend why the hell there were nature-dwellers around this part? She couldn't ask Larry, as he was a muscle-brain, and there was no time to contact military camps, and not like she knew if there were some close by.
After minutes of running, she saw fairies in the distance, bound together and loaded onto the cart by vulcanic dwarves, "No…."
Her blood started to boil. Beast-kin and nature-dwellers were in an alliance. If they get abducted close to their estate, problems could arrive, "LARRY!"
His answer came prompt, "YES!"
She remembered the motivational cry soldiers did at her estate while training and changed it a little to fit the situation: "Blood for blood, slaughter the Dwarves and leave only some alive!"
Larry answered her mistress's war cry with the only appropriate one without hesitation, "Shall the souls burn!"
After the scream, Larry charged toward the first dwarf like a wild bull. The dwarf was armed to the teeth, armor, a shield, and a one-handed ax.
He used [Charge] and was in but a moment before his first target. The dwarf was bewildered, but Larry ignored every bit of chivalry and fairness, only seeking blood as he swung with might downwardly before the dwarf could react.
The mace landed fully on the helmet of the dwarf. It could protect the head, but the force traveled toward the neck, which cracked his spine. He instantly died and fell.
Before the dwarf's corpse touched the ground, Larry got into position and locked onto the next one, and like this, he used [Charge] again. Still, this time, the dwarf he latched onto was ready because of the previous commotion, and two of his colleagues were close to him and prepared too.
Larry would not just appear before him, he stopped half a meter before him, and as the dwarves instantly tried to stab or slash at him, Larry was nowhere to be seen.
He appeared behind the one on the right and used the [Weight multiplication] skill as he bashed the dwarf horizontally from behind with a mace that weighed at the exact moment ~half a ton. The great thing about the skill was that it would change not only the weight but also the direction in which the force would apply. It was a great mystic skill, in his opinion.
You could hear bones breaking and metal denting as the hit connected. The dwarf flew towards another one, who stood on the left, and after crashing into him, they both flew away like a bird making a nosedive, just parallel to the ground.
Larry looked at the last dwarf of this group, who raised his shield. He swung his giant mace again and activated his other mystic skill [Bloody Nourishment].
This mystical skill considers all the ones you killed in a fight in the last 24 hours and multiplies his [Strength] Attribute accordingly with the number for ten minutes.
The air around Larry became heavy. His muscles bulged. Veins popped out like giant snakes out of the river. He hit. The dwarf defended against the hit, but his hands and arms cracked. The bones broke.
He was partially buried to his ankles into the ground as he drifted a couple of meters away. He looked at the giant monstrosity that should be an ox-kin who was readying himself for another attack.
The dwarf puked a bucket of blood, eyes red as blood vessels popped. He died and fell to the ground.
Larry looked around and saw another four dwarves standing and readying themselves. A vicious smile appeared on his face as he prepared himself, too.
While Larry charged toward the other dwarves like an unstoppable force, two others were about to use the fairies as hostages to stop the ox-kin from killing their comrades.
They were lower-ranking members, as anyone could guess by their equipment. It was subpar at best, but more was unnecessary as they only looked after the prisoners.
One of the dwarves wanted to grab the first fairy, who was crying and protecting herself by holding her bounded hands in front of her.
A deep killing intent stopped the dwarf, and he suddenly saw the world upside down. Lorient jumped towards him from behind, cutting his head off in a spin with her energy-loaded tail. She was in [Stealth] and waited for the right moment to strike.
Luckily for her, the dwarves she was facing were lower members of their group, or else she would have much bigger problems. Even surviving would be difficult for her.
After landing, she readied herself and used [Dash] towards the last dwarf. He looked panicked, grabbed his rather big two-handed ax from his side, and slashed horizontally toward Lorient.
As the axe came close, she stepped in the same direction the ax was swinging. She kicked off the ground, towards the swing, and somersaulted, her back pointing towards the ground, over the ax.
Barely avoiding it, and only thanks to the combination of the [Evasion] and [Acrobatic] skill was she able not to be split in half.
Landing gracefully, she spun on the ground while setting her [Aura] hastily around her left foot, and with a kick, which was like a blade, she aimed towards the throat of the dwarf. Blood spurted out, and he fell to the ground.
While breathing heavily, she checked her surroundings and saw that Larry was done, too. It was perfect timing since she barely had any Stamina left to power her energy. Usually, she had more than enough, but she had hardly anything left because she used [Running] and [Dashing] to come here as fast as possible.
Lorient turned towards the four fairies and strode towards them, 'I hope they didn't lose too many.'
The fairies looked now relieved since they were saved by this unusual duo. At first, they thought all would be lost, as they decided to travel by coach instead of using other, speedier means to cut costs, and thus were captured by a group of dwarves.
As Lorient walked in their direction, she was already relaxed since she couldn't sniff anyone else out and thus concentrated on the fairies who fascinated her. They were no more than a meter tall and had four beautifully decorated wings that were greenish and brown colored while having a very nature-like pattern.
But all the cuteness needed to be imagined by Lorient since they were very dirty and looked a bit malnourished, as their light green skin and hair were barely visible as they were very dirtied. But even so, Lorient instantly knew who they were by smell alone: Leaf fairies.
She never seen them before, though. Her only knowledge was from books, and their smell was described like the ones from druids like her father was one, so she could identify them instantly.
'They really only wear clothes from leaves. How interesting!' The fairies wore weirdly tailored clothes made from a mix of bark, leaves, and different plants. They were not typical plants but were produced uniquely by nature-dweller tailors.
She looked around again, trying to affirm, "Are there any more of you or the dwarves?"
They suddenly looked sorrowful, and one of them answered the wolf-girl, "No, there are no more dwarves and…."
The fairy stopped talking and looked towards their camp, or what was left, "There are also no other fairies apart from us..."
Another fairy stepped from behind, almost crying, "They killed and burned two of us..."
He almost choked on his words, "We don't know where the remnants are, but we hope they are one with the circle by now."
Lorient nodded. She tried to assure their safety and share their grievances, "Ok, you are safe now. Let me now look for the key for your handcuffs and interrogate the dwarf who is still alive..." Though she didn't know how to share grievances. She sadly loved to skip her etiquette lessons back in the estate.
She saw how they were downfallen and tried again to cheer them up, "Also ...I believe that we took vengeance for your fallen brethren. They can rest in peace now."
The fairies nodded gratefully. While they didn't believe in vengeance as peaceful folk, they understood the wolf girl's good intentions.
Lorient then left the awkward exchange as she looked for the key, which she found quickly on one of the corpses. Afterward, she freed the fairies and tied down the only dwarf Larry left alive. She also needed to run back to get their bags before they dropped them off to arrive as fast as possible, 'I am so damn tired, and it is already eve.'
After she talked with Larry, she learned more about the dwarves, at least their fighting capabilities, as they were only around mid to high Tier 1, so around level ~25 – 45.
Larry, who ate his meat while cleaning his clothes and weapon, looked over their prisoner. Both were annoyed as they needed to look over the fairies too and protect them, but it must be done, 'Not like I can let them die.'
Nature-dwellers and beast-kin were friendly toward each other and had mutual enemies like dwarves and humans. Thus there was some unspoken rule to help each other while out in the wild, especially when one group got attacked by their enemy.
Lorient walked towards the group of fairies who were sitting and chewing on some stuff she wouldn't like to try. It looked like a paste made from berries and leaves.
They weren't omnivores. Actually, none of the nature-dwellers were. They were all vegan and despised eating meat. From what her father told her, they were all crazy, and one should avoid having discussions with them since most of them were very idealistic in their beliefs.
When Lorient approached them, she put her thoughts away and instead put on a tired smile out of courtesy. She waved her hand to announce herself. They made space on the ground between them for the wolf-kin girl to sit, which she did with a plop toward the ground.
Before she could say anything, they had already started their etiquette of thanking. The first one to talk was a female who had a beautifully decorated wreath on her head, "We, as members of the circle of nature, want to…."
Lorient was pressured on time and tired, 'I want to sleep! By the circle, please shut up!'
The little fairy was really thankful and talked a lot, but Lorient had nothing of it, already forgetting the courtesy she wanted to show, as she needed to wake up in the middle of the night and take the second shift after Larry.
She interrupted them, "I am sorry dear fairies, but I am a bit on a time crunch and tired – could we skip all the niceties?"
The fairy giggled and nodded, "The wolf-kin are always so direct; it is very refreshing."
Lorient nodded, accepting the compliment, "So, who are you?"
The fairy with the wreath smiled and answered nonchalantly while shaking her head, "I can't say, dear wolf-kin, but I already guessed your next question, and we are traveling towards the Leonandra estate, this much I can say."
Lorient raised an eyebrow, pointed at herself, and tried to get more information since it became more interesting, "I am Lorient M. Leonandra. How about now?"
Usually, Lorient should've investigated longer, but she was too tired to play any games. In her opinion, giving out her name should do it, and nobody in their right mind would impersonate a noble in their territory.
The eyes of every fairy went wide except for the one with the wreath. Instead, she smiled at Lorient, "Hm, I expected you would be a prodigy of the Leonandra or Rosé family."
Lorient smirked to herself as the fairy inflated her ego. Even though she flattered her, Lorient's fighting capabilities were top-notch while only 11 years old.
However, Lorient asked the fairy again, "So, will you tell me now?"
She shook her head.
Lorient nodded and took the situation as is. If the fairy was on a mission or something else, it wasn't her business as long as they didn't break the law.
But if they did not tell the child of the ruling noble, it probably had something to do with the temple and was perhaps for her parents to hear whatever the fairies needed to say or do.
She shrugged her shoulders and wanted at least to find something out about the dwarves, as they were obliged to disclose this information, "What about the shovelers?"
The smile on the fairy's face vanished, "They are probably scouts to intercept us. Probably some slavers who roam around."
After what the fairy said, Lorient started frowning and rubbing her hair, 'It is too much for me. Not like I can do anything; in the worst case, I will make it worse. I should probably bring all of them along and let the estate investigate. Defending them should be now my priority.'
Lorient's liked to fantasize about conspiracies, and for a moment, she had some thoughts about it, but after a moment, her mind shut down, and she would rather think that they were just some slavers who hunted around the rural territory to catch some beast-kin. After all the running and fighting, she was too tired to even give in to her thoughts about secret organizations and other very unprovable things. So, she would do the only right thing: She would hand this problem to someone else to solve while doing the minimum.
She looked at the fairies sitting silently and eating, "So, do you want to travel with us?"
Before she could even inhale, the fairy with the wreath nodded heavily, "Yes! Thank you very much, Ms. Lorient!"
Lorient slightly recoiled backward, 'They are too enthusiastic for me... I can barely think... I need sleep.'
She stood up and observed them, "Good, as for now…."
In her eyes, they were weak. It was nothing unusual as most nature-dwellers were a peace-loving race. Their abilities were also more appreciated in day-to-day life, like farming. However, she knew from her father, who was a druid, that there were extremely strong nature-dwellers.
Lorient was a little shaky on her legs and decided on something else, 'There are no free meals, and I need more sleep if I want to be tomorrow on top.'
Scouting and tracking were part of her specialties, and for her to be tired while trying to sniff out more enemies or monsters would be detrimental. Typically scouts also had strong stamina and sleep resistance skills, but she didn't have those as she was too young to develop them.
"You guys will be the second on watch – if something happens, just scream, and that big guy here..." She pointed toward Larry to the side, "Will smash at anything stupid enough to attack us."
The fairy with the wreath giggled slightly and thanked Lorient while she was already walking away and waving at them, "Thank you, Ms. Leonandra!"
She walked towards Larry and the dwarf, who was bound and gagged, "Hey Larry, we will bring all of them along to the estate. We will switch and look after this shoveler so he doesn't die on us."
While saying it, the dwarf tried to move and talk but couldn't, so he just glared angrily at them.
Lorient looked back into his hateful eyes, and something inside her snapped. Great killing intent radiated from the young wolf-kin girl that she could barely hold in, 'These are the scum that tortured us for centuries just because we look different.'
She crouched before the dwarf and glared at him with a menacing smile, "Listen, little gnome. I don't care about your pride as shovelers or some stupid shit – I know what you are doing in the west, and I will enslave your children as you did with ours…."
Her last bit of energy surrounded her hands, "Make your women into prostitutes for beggars and murders, as you did with ours…."
She pointed at him, "While you…."
Lorient licked her lips as her bloodlust surged, "Will be nothing more than a shoveler – until you fall dead so we can feed our beasts with your corpse…."
She showed her fangs with a vicious smile. She wanted the dwarf to learn what fear was. She could barely hold herself back not to tear his throat out.
In her mind, he was why they fled for centuries or even eons and lived like Monsters, 'He is the demon that enslaved my ancestors… barely surviving….'
Larry stood beside her and was on guard that his mistress didn't kill the dwarf, 'Urgh, youth is always so emotional.'
He knew that she was always prone to extreme and irrational outbreaks since she got her legacy, and he didn't like it at all but stood guard nonetheless, 'I need to tell this, the lady. Maybe she has a solution for these emotional outbreaks?'
While Larry readied himself to save the dwarf, his mistress's [Aura] wrapped around her hands, which became redder and more menacing while she watched the dwarf sweating profusely with tears in his eyes.
Suddenly, she felt a hand on her shoulder. Bringing her out of her bloodlust. Lorient looked to the side at Larry, who talked softly but sternly with her, "Ms. Lori, you gave me the command to ensure that he lives till we reach the estate."
'Oh, I blanked out a bit.' She frowned but nodded toward Larry.
She was genuinely thankful for her personal guard. Otherwise, she would accidentally kill the dwarf. Luckily, her personal guard was like a mountain, never weathering against anything and bringing her back when she had one of her emotional moments.
The tiredness suddenly overcame Lorient, "Hm, are you ok? Can you make the first watch?"
He simply nodded.
As she stood up, she was stared at, full of fear, not only by the dwarf but also by the fairies who witnessed her display.
Lorient shrugged her shoulders inwardly. She thought that they wouldn't try anything stupid, at least after her little freak-out. It should be a suitable warning.
She yawned while stretching her sore body. She informed Larry while she went toward her bed made from the hides of beasts she slew, "Huuuuaaaam! Good night, the second watch will be doing the fairies."
As she fell on her improvised bed, she fell asleep instantly when she closed her eyes.