Chapter 31
－Chai's POV—Mistaken for a Dog－
The place I fled to was the Fenrir king's dwelling.
I prepared myself for death, but the Fenrir king merely confirmed my presence and allowed me to stay.
How much time had passed since then?
I could only keep rallying myself against the magic eye's power as it tried to take me over.
How many more days could I remain conscious?
I couldn't even stand.
I no longer even knew whether my will was truly my own.
Perhaps it was time to choose my own end.
I couldn't burden the Fenrir who had given me a place to stay.
Under any other circumstances, I would never have shared a place with such a being.
Just as I was about to lose consciousness, I sensed a strange presence and pried open my eyes as they began to close.
What I saw there was despair.
The Fenrir king had brought a human here.
What could that mean?
The king's death.
The surviving Fenrir snarled.
The king answered that voice.
Answered?
Had the king not been swallowed up?
As I wondered, warm light repeatedly spread across the room.
When the light washed over me, the unpleasant sensation faded from my body.
That loathsome discomfort I had felt for decades.
I never thought it could disappear...
At last, I realized this light was purification.
It was a purification of astonishing power, unlike anything I had ever seen.
A human, for our sake?
Hadn't humans attacked this forest?
A human with strange magical power.
Yet that magic power enveloped and healed my body, which had been tormented for so long.
...
Once I began serving my master, I realized just how far beyond all norms that magic power was.
My master casually used things like barriers that continuously consumed magic power.
At first, I thought it was madness and worried my master would run out of magic power, but...
Was my master a monster?
My master kept using barriers and was still alive.
Even after enlarging the barriers, there was no sign of my master's magic power running out.
The sheer amount of magic power was terrifying.
I had never seen a human show no reaction upon seeing mithril.
Humans react strangely to mithril.
And my master moved a huge mass of orichalcum with magic?
Orichalcum is an ore that magic has difficulty passing through.
Faced with the absurdity before my eyes, I couldn't help shrinking back.
Perhaps it was a mistake to classify my master as human.
Even considering magic power alone, I had never seen or heard of anything like my master.
I often found my master frightening.
However, when my master stroked my head, that touch sent warm magic power flowing through me.
No matter how much overwhelming power my master displayed, I could not bear to part with this warmth.