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Wolf of the Blood Moon - Book 4 - Chapter 47 - Morning (Patreon)
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Scarlet
The next morning, I wake up to my usual routing of getting out of bed, using the Clean skill, then changing clothes and activating my armor before heading out of my room towards the cafeteria. And along the way, I ignore the many gazes locked on me as I walk. Most of which seem a little too passionate for my tastes. Like a lot of them are treating me as some hero.
Then there’s the rare gaze that is hostile instead. Which has me making a mental note of those people, just to be safe.
I continue walking until I reach the cafeteria and immediately order food. Then I wait at a table in the corner of the cafeteria, simply being stared at by pretty much over half the cafeteria.
Tar appears out of nowhere, apparently having woken up from his own nap where I left him on my bed to leave on my own, before he floats down and sits on my shoulder.
“Morning,” he mutters, his voice echoing in my head.
Morning.
Several seconds pass in silence.
“Everyone’s staring at you,” he points out the obvious.
I know.
Silence befalls us once more.
Eventually I turn to look at a table several tables away when I hear the people at it getting up and beginning to walk my way, my eyes trailing them the entire way. And to my surprise, I actually recognize all of them from university.
Necro. I believe that was his title.
“The guy with void spawn genes,” Tar adds, sounding interested now.
The man is finally wearing some actual armor instead of what he was wearing before, which was just a regular T-shirt and shorts enchanted to be magi-tech armor. But unlike before, his eyes now kind of remind me of a ghoul’s, what with them being completely pitch black with no whites at all. No pupils either. Kinda creepy in a way.
His armor is pitch black, which fits his death magic motif, and it’s also a little similar to The Reaper’s armor. But with some modern day artificial fibers woven in instead of demon parts.
On the other hand, his friends that are with him are all students I recognize the faces of from university, none of which I was particularly close to. Although I do see one of Belle’s friends amongst them. I don’t remember her name though.
Half of them are wearing their armor right now while the other half isn’t, probably because we’re just in the cafeteria even if this is on the frontlines.
I wonder what Necro wants though?
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The Cafeteria
Moments before Scarlet walked in
Anthony Wilson, otherwise known by the public as the Class III Guardian known as Necro, stares at his beer in front of him as his friends all talk amongst themselves.
“What do you think about the new terminal update that just came out?” Angel asks with a smile on her face, the girl still looking just as young as she did when she first entered university with the appearance of a fifteen year old despite her age being twenty. “I love it! Just being able to-”
The girl cuts off out of nowhere with her mouth held open in a mixture of happiness, awe, and surprise that has Anthony turning his head to find the Scarlet Wolf walking into the cafeteria. And Angel isn’t the only one who goes quiet, as most of the cafeteria joins her in silence with everyone simply watching the girl move to order before sitting at a table in the corner.
Anthony feels conflicted at the sight of the girl. Because while he once wanted to join a team with her just because of her power, he knows now that she is far out of his league. Not only in etched skills, of which she must have more than he can count from the Demon King, but also in her own level. And while he can’t see her exact level, he knows that her mana level is far above his own. Even higher than a lot of the professors at the university already.
At first he was shocked when her identity as a part demon was revealed, much less her being the Princess of the demons. But after talking with his fae, Artoria, and being reminded of the strangely demonic feeling she got from the girl every time she saw them, he realized the truth was right in front of their nose the entire time.
Now, though, he wonders what it means for them as friends.
“Did she ever consider you a friend though?” Artoria asks, sounding genuinely curious.
Anthony chooses to ignore her.
After watching the Apex Predator and everyone watching her for several seconds, Anthony glances at Angel, who still has stars in her eyes. Something that reminds him that the girl has always been a major Scarlet Wolf fan, which clearly hasn’t changed after figuring out what the girl is.
And after making eye contact with him, Angel quickly motions toward the Apex Predator with her head.
Yeah, guess it couldn’t hurt to say hi.
Anthony looks at everyone else and nods before getting up from his seat and beginning to move in the Apex Predator’s direction. And he doesn’t miss how the girl’s eyes immediately lock onto them the moment he stands up from his seat, making a chill run down his spine at the sight of her glowing red eyes meeting his pitch black ones. Eyes that he can feel real power behind.
She’s grown. A lot.
He continues walking without breaking his stride towards her alongside his friends until he finally reaches her and looks her over, including her armor and everything else.
Although his eyes stray to a few different areas, particularly her ears, powerful looking armor, and the… changes he finds in her body since the last he saw her. But he averts his eyes right away to be polite, finding her narrowing her eyes slightly on him as he waves and says, “Heya Scar, how’re things?”
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