The Feather Race’s village was quite a simple one.
It didn’t seem like they built many fancy things for themselves, they just seed to build all that was necessary for them to live in.
As such, there wasn’t anything special about this village.
The Fenrir carried over to the largest building in the center of the village before letting off. Though if it wasn’t for the fact that I wouldn’t have fit through the door if I didn’t get off, it seed like it would have carried in as well.
After entering this building, it brought over to what seed to be a throne.
The Feather Race that had been waiting inside of the building hadn’t sat on the throne and were just gathered on the sides. With the way that they stood there, it was as if they had been waiting for whoever was supposed to be sitting on the throne to arrive.
They seed to react the mont that the Fenrir ca in, but they didn’t do anything else.
All that they did was reveal this strange look on their faces as if they weren’t certain what they were supposed to do. Though it did seem like they were looking in the direction of the Fenrir and while they were doing this.
The Fenrir didn’t hesitate at all as it pushed towards that throne.
Seeing this, I couldn’t help saying, "This doesn’t seem appropriate, right?"
The Fenrir just said, "This is the seat that I’ve prepared for the Holy Son, please don’t reject ."
As it said this, it started pushing even harder with its snout.
So in the end, I was pushed all the way over to where the throne was.
The Feather Race just looked at with very strange looks seeing that I had been brought over to the throne by the Fenrir, but it didn’t seem like they dared to say anything.
The only thing that they could do was convey how they felt with the expressions on their faces.
After a while, I could feel the wind around starting to push down.
It wasn’t hard for to find the source of this wind since it wasn’t even bothering to hide it. The Fenrir was just releasing mana without a care to summon this wind that was pushing onto the throne.
I tried resisting, but there was a reason why the Fenrir was a legendary beast.
Once I was forced to sit down, the Fenrir just went behind the throne and then curled up around it so that its head was on one side while its butt was on the other.
It seed like it had established itself in a position where it was my guard, but also seed to be a pet that I had tad.
A very bitter smile appeared on my face seeing this, but it wasn’t as if I could get up now that I was sitting down.
The Feather Race did look at with an even stranger expression, but they took their seats in the end without saying anything.
It seed that as long as it was sothing that the Fenrir did, they couldn’t go against it. After all, the Fenrir was the one that had saved their ancestors from the disaster that they faced and had been the one protecting them all this ti.
There really wasn’t anything that they could say to the Fenrir because of this.
When the other representatives of the racial alliance, they revealed equally strange looks when they saw that I was sitting on the throne in front of all these mbers of the Feather Race.
But they didn’t say anything in the end as they found places to sit down as well.
The mbers of the Feather Race also went over to help them find their places to sit.
Once everyone was seated, the Fenrir was the one that actually broke the silence and started this eting.
"I can guess what it is that you wish to ask, but there’s not much that I can tell you. Since I am the ssenger of the gods, that ans that I can only tell you the things that they permit to tell you. The things that I’m not permitted, I naturally won’t be able to tell you."
Everyone was surprised to hear this, but they also accepted what the Fenrir was saying.
After all, they knew that the Fenrir was right.
Especially those from the Holy Empire, they felt like they could resonate with the words that the Fenrir said.
Once the Fenrir was done saying this, it added, "There are a few things that I can share with you, which is what I’m prepared to do. But before that, there are a few things that I want to discuss with all of you as well."
Everyone was once again surprised to hear this, but they nodded to show that they understood before waiting to see what the Fenrir had to say.
"The Feather Race and myself will be following the Holy Son. This is sothing that was decreed by Zephyrus, the God of Winds and my patron, which is why I’ll follow this through."
"Why?" I couldn’t help asking, but it seed like the Fenrir just ignored when I asked this.
This was sothing that I had asked before, but it had also ignored just like this.
It seed that this was one of the things that the Fenrir couldn’t talk about.
Or it might just simply be ignoring because it didn’t want to tell .
The Feather Race had strange looks because of this declaration from the Fenrir, but it didn’t seem like they were planning to go against it. At the sa ti, the looks that they had seed like they were aid at as well.
I knew that this was because of the Wind Spirit King that I had ford a contract with.
But it wasn’t as if I could change that now.
So all that was left was to hear what else the Fenrir had to say.
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