Wolf of the Blood Moon - Book 3 - Chapter 52.2 - Tartarus Lesson Part II (Patreon)

                                                       Scarlet

“Please warn me before you do that!” I shout at him with a scowl, but he just chuckles again.

“Now, your fae tells me that you’ve already realized by now that every other demon here besides blood lycans can easily see your level, so I don’t have to mention that anymore,” Grandpa says, starting with the next part of the lesson without awknowledging my shout. But I don’t do anything in response to that, simply narrowing my eyes since he seems to take amusement in my usual responses. “Aww, don’t be like that! I’ll warn you the next time I plan to do it, okay?”

I blink in surprise before nodding my head and letting my face relax.

Huh. A reasonable Demon King.

Who would’ve thought.

“He’s just teasing you,” Tar says, his voice echoing in my head with amusement. “Remember that he and his wife always wanted a daughter, so in a way you’re like the daughter he never had. Although a granddaughter instead.”

Hmm. Guess you’re right.

The man in question raises a brow seemingly in both amusement and slight irritation somehow at the same time.

Oh. Right. I almost forgot that he seems to be able to hear Tar’s voice.

Actually, I ask, “How are you able to hear Tar’s voice when he’s speaking in my head?”

He smiles at that and nods, “Good question. And the reason for that is quite simple.”

Out of nowhere, a meter long dragon appears next to the Demon King, following which Tar appears next to us and seemingly bows his head as he says, “Greetings, father.”

My eyes widen.

King Oberon.

“Tar,” Oberon nods his head, using the same nickname I call him, which I find rather amusing. Then he looks at me, the dragon’s slit and glowing red eyes locking directly on me. “Scarlet Art Asger de Archeron, I thank you for taking care of my son.”

As surprising as his words are, I quickly find myself nodding as I answer, “Of course. He’s my friend after all.”

The dragon smiles. I think.

Anyways, Grandpa puts his hand on the Fae King’s back as he says, “Well, anyways, my contract with Oberon gives me actual benefits unlike the contracts the rest of you have.”

“Like hearing the voices of all the fae around you as they’re speaking to their contractors in their heads?” I ask, a slight frown on my face.

He nods his head.

Well that’s annoying. But it is nice to know that if Tar becomes the Fae King one day then I’ll get benefits too.

Tar glances at me as I feel amusement radiating through our bond.

Just looking at the bright side of this.

He doesn’t say anything, simply turning his head back to face his father again. But I can tell he is holding back a snort just from the emotions he’s sending across the bond.

“Well, if that’s all,” Oberon says, but I cut him off by asking, “Um, Your Majesty, is that your real form?”

The Fae King pauses to look at me, blinking once in surprise before he shakes his head, answering, “We fae don’t truly have physical forms. But this is the form I choose to take on the mortal planes.”

He then nods once and vanishes. Then Grandpa leans into my ear and whispers, “He usually takes a larger form when he’s not simply here for a conversation.”

My eyes widen as I turn my head towards him, backing away a little. “He can fight in the mortal plane?!”

Grandpa nods again, “Yeah. It’s something that the Fae King Title gives him. And yes, before you ask, he is the only fae initiated into the System. That the main benefit a fae gets from becoming the Fae King, set into place by the creator of the System, Titania.”

Holy shit…

I glance at Tar, only to find him not surprised in the least by this. Meaning it was probably something he either never thought to bring up or it was something he couldn’t talk about.

Wow. Having a Grandpa who is contracted to the Fae King definitely skips some rules.

“Of course it does,” Tar says with a scoff, “based on the normal rules you would’ve had to wait till you were Class V to hear about all of that. But the Demon King just ignores all the rules since father can’t do anything to him at all.”

That has the corner of my lips quirking slightly in amusement.

“We’re friends anyways, so he doesn’t mind a bit of me breaking his rules,” Grandpa says with a wave of his hand, only for a familiar voice to echo around us, “I very much do mind it.”

I can’t stop myself as I snort in amusement before covering my mouth, hiding my wide smile from view.

They certainly sound like friends.

Tar snorts at that.

Anyways, it looks like there are more benefits than I realized to winning that competition of yours, Tar.

“Yep,” he answers while floating over and sitting on my shoulder. Only for him to be plucked off of it by Grandpa who holds him by the scruff of his neck and narrows his eyes.

“Who told you that you could sit on my granddaughter?” he says, his voice sounding slightly dangerous as Tar begins sweating. Something I didn’t realize was even possible.

And I honestly can’t tell if he’s joking or being serious right now. But just like I did with the head maid, I proceed to turn my head away and ignore the current goings-on around me.

Because absolutely nothing is happening.

“Help me!”

Absolutely. Nothing.

I don’t hear anyone pleading for help as Grandpa pulls back his arm and tosses a random ball of fur far away before wiping his hands and turning back to me. And I don’t hear the ball of fur screaming at all.

Hmm. It’s rather interesting how the people here treat the fae as opposed to on Earth.

The fae on Earth are treated with absolute respect even if the Guardians joke around with them. But here they don’t exactly seem to be treated like that. More like a family member.

Then again, I’m pretty sure the fae have been around here for a lot longer. Not to mention that most of the demons are older.

“Traitor,” I hear a familiar voice, bringing my attention to the furball who has made it back from their long voyage across the skies.

Welcome back.

He snorts.

“Now then, where were we?” Grandpa asks, seemingly trying to bring the topic back on track. “Oh, right. The other demon clans.”

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