Chapter 217.5: I will protect her. The Viin Arc has Begun!
<span style="font-weight:400">Clotho looked at his sister, keeping his ears and senses attentive even within this dwelling the man who saved them had left them.
<span style="font-weight:400">“You wish to im Lord Drake?” Atropos asked.
<span style="font-weight:400">“W-what?!” Charlotte stammered back.
<span style="font-weight:400">Clotho let out a sigh that he hoped no one heard as his eyes surveyed the room.
<i><span style="font-weight:400">She is taking our tradition too far. Mother and Father would never approve of this…</i><span style="font-weight:400"> Clotho thought, then felt as if someone had driven a nail into his heart as he remembered the fate of their parents.
<span style="font-weight:400">During their tutorial, Clotho and his sister had been protected by their nsmen for the majority of it. A devilish trial sent by the Great Wolf Gods to strengthen the pack, but their n was not prepared for such a trial.
<span style="font-weight:400">Less than half. Less than half of the n, friends, family, and loved ones they had entered that strange scorching hot expanse they had entered had survived.
<span style="font-weight:400">Once the trial had begun and people heard the voice of the Wolf God in their heads, urging them forward and into conflict. The n separated, splitting off into factions who moved in different directions. Some refused to hunt as they saw the trial as a false calling of the Great Wolf. Others only thinking of the next hunt, consuming one beast to the next only to grow their strength as the Great Wolf had devined.
<span style="font-weight:400">But neither was able to avoid the newfound trials and monsters that inhabited the searing sands that surrounded them.
<span style="font-weight:400">They were the proud wolves of the north, Frost Wolves. Hunters of the most fierce and difficult hunting ground. The icy ins both took and gave everything the n needed.
<span style="font-weight:400">But here?
<span style="font-weight:400">Here in thisnd with scarcely even pools enough to be calledughable puddles of water, they were desperate and unustomed.
<span style="font-weight:400">Not only the terrain, but the monsters that called this hellish wastnd home were at odds with the Frost Wolves.
<span style="font-weight:400">Clotho’s eyes closed as he remembered how they were on theirst legs as a n but their leader finally broke through the final trial of the Great Wolf and ascended to a True Hunter allowing for her to quell all in-fighting and monsters that dared to challenge her. But not before the fiery sands took most of the n.
<span style="font-weight:400">“- You can’t be serious!” Charlotte yelled her face beat red, breaking Clotho out of his thoughts, “I-I don’t want to c-c-im him! He just saved me, saved us all! And I want to repay him!”
<span style="font-weight:400">Clotho looked at his sister’s expression, her face furrowing into a serious re of determination.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Lord Drake is kind I see. But as per our traditions a life for a life. He has saved my life and I intend to make sure he is repaid in kind,” Atropos announced cing her hand over her chest.
<span style="font-weight:400">Clotho’s eyes widened. He knew what she was saying but it was too much. He couldn’t allow his sister to do such a thing and for a man who was of the same race as the ones who had captured them? Absolutely not, their parents, <i><span style="font-weight:400">he,</i><span style="font-weight:400"> would not allow it.
<span style="font-weight:400">He ced his hand on his sister''s shoulder, his scowl fierce.
<span style="font-weight:400">Atropos turned, seeing her brother''s scowl, but only smiled gently at him.
<span style="font-weight:400">“I know what you want to say Clotho, but it is fate that we met him. I will repay him with a life debt and that is that.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Clotho’s frown deepened as he felt the conflict of emotions in his being. The need to protect his sister, the ingrained teachings of their traditions demanding he repay the man regardless of his own prejudice. Such feelings tore at him like a wild beast.
<span style="font-weight:400">But looking at how his sister smiled. A smile he had not seen in months since their parents had been taken by the monsters to run with the Great Wolves joining their pack for all eternity. Clotho knew that his sister''s smile was no longer his. And for someone else.
<span style="font-weight:400">Begrudgingly he nodded, knowing exactly what he must do as well to keep her safe.
<span style="font-weight:400">Charlotte and Janey looked at the twins with confusion, the tense air dissipating as they went at their own pace.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Hey… do you two mind? We’re trying to finish thest level and this boss is hard…” Brodie mumbled from in front of the TV.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Another one…” Cid frowned shaking his head, “At least my sister isn''t so head over heels like an idiot…”
<span style="font-weight:400">—-----------
<span style="font-weight:400">It had been a whole week since Aono arrived at her knight’s wondrous base filled with beauty, strength, and inspiration.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Ohohohoho…..” Aonoughed in a low rumble as her eyes darted around constantly, seeing one race after another that she had never encountered beforeing here.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Such inspiration… Everywhere I look there is just constant motivation calling to me!” she shouted then covered her mouth, pulling her hood over her head.
<span style="font-weight:400">Aono had set up shop, spreading her work throughout the town at a frightening pace.
<i><span style="font-weight:400">The world must know of my dazzling Knight’s aplishments! It is only right! His story must be told to all ages for all of the ages!</i><span style="font-weight:400"> She thought shedding a tear.
<span style="font-weight:400">But like all great artists, there were fans of her work who were more than a little, well, fanatical.
<span style="font-weight:400">The front she ced for her work. The little old-school manga shop that she started to spread not only the Dazzling Knight in the Forest, but all of her old work and whatever she could produce of the old world’s work seemed to have backfired.
<span style="font-weight:400">Once the works had begun to spread her shop was overrun with curious people from the other races as well as those from the old world looking for a semnce of the old world. And they would hound her day and night for the artist of the works.
<span style="font-weight:400">She had tried to exin to the annoying pests that she was only a third party, reselling the works at the behest of the artist. But they would not let her go so easily.
<span style="font-weight:400">Aono was at a point where she had to hire bodyguards and security for the store, not that anyone would steal under the ever-watchful eye of the Guardian Diety of Reunite, the tyrannical red-eared demoness, Natto.
<span style="font-weight:400">Someone had tried to steal from her shop before in the early days and within a second of him leaving the shop the little world-ss disaster in undeniably cute miko form appeared with a sucker in her mouth.
<span style="font-weight:400">Within the blink of an eye, the man was on the floor drooling his arms and legs bent in awkward unnatural angles.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Ah, it was a great piece….” Aono reminisced, thinking of the image of Natto standing triumphantly over the thief before dragging him away.
<span style="font-weight:400">Shaking her head she refocused on her work.
<span style="font-weight:400">“I must capture the sprawling city as it grows… I must not miss a moment! Hopefully, I will find my eluding knight today as well!” she said with enthusiasm.
<span style="font-weight:400">Aono sat on a small bench erected on the main street of the town. Only a few buildings were sparsely erected at the moment, but it was clear that there would be many, many more soon as the single earth mage employed by Reunite worked alongside the many orcs carrying crudely cut lumber to the buildings.
<span style="font-weight:400">Many people moved along the street despite the few buildings as the street connected the core system buildings in the town. The church, system center, and most importantly and most popr Spirit Fox Auction House.
<span style="font-weight:400">Aono had seen a glimpse of the hostess of the Auction House and the memory made her drool in desire to paint her more thoroughly. But s, she was not important enough to negotiate a meeting with the busy she-fox.
<span style="font-weight:400">The sound of a scuffle breaking out pulled Aono’s attention as she quickly packed up her mana paper and stylus, running as fast as her legs would carry her.
<span style="font-weight:400">A few breathster she leaned against the ck stone gate.
<span style="font-weight:400">Her eyes went wide in glee as she spotted the back of her quarry, her Dazzling Knight.
<span style="font-weight:400">But he was not the same as she remembered only a few days ago, he was talking to a ve dealer with a smile.
<span style="font-weight:400">“W-what? No… m-my knight… T-tell me it is not so…!” she said in a creaking restrained shout behind her mouth.
<span style="font-weight:400">Pulling her mana paper and stylus out she steeled herself.
<span style="font-weight:400">“I must still record it. Even if he has turned to the dark side I must keep a detailed story. Wait!” Aono said suddenly, the cogs of her mind turning as a small grin pulled at her lips sinisterly.
<span style="font-weight:400">The sound of the ve merchant and Drake’s conversation passed into her ears.
<span style="font-weight:400">“I’d love to see your full inventory,” Drake said turning his back to the merchant.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Ohhhh!” the merchant replied with joyous interest.
<span style="font-weight:400">Aono’s neurons began to fire rapidly a bead of blood falling from her nose as she saw Drake turn, dropping a bag of endless mana coins and skill stones in front of the merchant.
<span style="font-weight:400">“H-h-h-his viin arc?!?! It has begun! I was wrong to judge you so suddenly my Knight!” she screamed into her cupped hands before tracing the paper furiously, Drake’s figure paintedpletely and utterly urately.
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake wore a cape in the darkest ck, his eyes gleaming red as he dumped crystalline coins of mana to the floor a deep sinister smile on his face.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Where? What is the name of the town?” Drake asked, forcing Aono to pause as she heard the smallest hint of change in his voice.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yes, of course! It’s a town to the north, Sandal!”
<span style="font-weight:400">Aono’s body stiffened, her eyes going wide as the force of the world seemed to press down on her. Her drawing hand began to shake against her will as her mouth began to silently tter against the cold of not the winter air, but the frigid aura that sent a soul-chilling shiver down her spine and into her passionate artist''s soul.
<span style="font-weight:400">“I see… <i><span style="font-weight:400">Then,</i><span style="font-weight:400"> I’ll have to give them a visit <i><span style="font-weight:400">won’t</i><span style="font-weight:400"> I?” Drake said.
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake’s voice was like a bell ringing out through the silence of the area, bringing life back into it. Aono’s breath returned as her smile widened!
<span style="font-weight:400">“My knight… No, my dazzling Knight! No! My Eminence! Truly the cruel viin arc has begun!” she beamed.
<span style="font-weight:400">The sound of screeching metal being wrought entered her ears, and for the first time noticing the ves in front of Drake. He had crumbling in his hands like sand through his fingertips were mana cors turned to dust.
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake’s aura had narrowed to a pinpoint, the man behind him dropping to his knees as the ves and Aono looked on.
<span style="font-weight:400">Aono inched forward from the gate, her hands never stopping now that they were free, sketching and tracing her paper at a pace that would make Mangaka eternally jealous.
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake walked to the man, looking down at him with an expression Aono had never seen before.
<span style="font-weight:400">“I-i-i’m in love… I think I might have awakened to something! P-please my lord, my Eminence! Look at me with such a face,” she drooled, but quickly recovered, “Ikan Ikan! I must record properly! For the good of society! For science! Forter- I mean for the world to know!”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Don’t go dying just yet… You’ve caught me in a very bad mood and well… I can’t have you dying without suffering just as much as they have.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake''s eyes turned to something beyond disgust, beyond anger. The true eyes of an emotionally void tyrant, crushing a worm under his boot. He saw this man as nothing more, no, less than an insect. And Aono could see every micro-expression and millisecond of all its glory.
<span style="font-weight:400">The man screamed silently as Drake went to work on him, first taking his eyes, then his voice before putting his hands into his hoodie pocket, bending slightly to put his head next to the man''s ear.
<span style="font-weight:400">The next words put Aono into a fanatical seizure of euphoria. The words sounding nearly ethereal deep in her eardrums.
<span style="font-weight:400">“<i><span style="font-weight:400">Suffer in regret… But don’t worry, It won’t take long</i> <i><span style="font-weight:400">until I send your disgusting friends to meet you.”</i>
<span style="font-weight:400">She reared forward, her legs giving out as her eyes swam, a line of ecstatic drool slipping from her mouth.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Viin arc…. Saikyou……”