Chapter 331 - The Ark Of Kids Loves Pranks

She shook the poor Gab in mid-air like some sort of toy. Shaking him caused the poor kid to go dizzy.

"Have you forgotten that this boy warned you guys about certain things?! Like the poisoned broth and the well?! How can you guys be so cruel to him?! He's just a kid! And besides, that's what the youth do! They love playing pranks!"

"And besides, I used to do quite the pranks. If you call his pranks such a nuisance, then you lot wouldn't have survived the pranks that I pulled. I would've been the one to poison your foods or caused a tidal wave."

Gab was stunned, the Valkyrie had played pranks before?! He was truly intrigued, he wanted to find out more. But first, he has to keep quiet, lest she lashes out on him instead.

"I have been a child once. And the only reason why a child goes rough like that is that they are wanting attention. Because he's lonely. Let's see...."

Mavislin closed her eyes as she placed the shaken child down. Gab, in all comical sense, plopped down onto his romp as he saw stars. Looks like Mavislin has gone overboard with her jolting. Gab came too after a few seconds and hugged the Valkyrie's ankle.

She then opened her eyes and snapped her fingers. This shocked poor Gab, who was trembling at her feet.

"You wanted attention because they didn't let you play with the village kids, right?" asked Mavislin, with a big smile on her face.

"Yes, we didn't allow him to play with our children. We feared that his prankster ways will latch onto our kids," confessed a villager, raising his hand.

"Don't give me that crap."

The moments those words came out of the Valkyrie's mouth, her true Aura came to fruition. The Aura wasn't her Elemental Aura, it was like the feeling around had changed. At first, she was emitting a protective and pure Aura, now, she was seething with rage and disgust.

Her Aura was now a feeling of dread and terror as she glared daggers at the ȧduŀts. Her face twisted with disgust as she scoffed at them. She looked at them like she was looking at a bunch of trash, and everyone knew about it.

"I said, why did he have to turn to prank as his way of going around? It was because of something else before his pranks, right, Gab?" asked Mavislin, switching her demeanor to be gentler to Gab.

The poor child nodded. It was true that he wanted attention because it seemed that he was never allowed to play with the other kids. And never knew what was the reason. His parents were always working on the farm so he never got much attention from them.

But Gab never blamed them, he loved his parents very much. But he was very lonely, left in the house for such long periods. That's when he came across one of his uncle's journals about plants and nature. Then, it turned into a large rabbit hole for the child.

He used his pranks to see if he could test out certain substances, but not the dangerous type. For example, he used a bunch of flower pollen to make someone sneeze continuously. However, he stopped when he found out from a report that it could trigger nasty side-effects like fever.

He collected lots of flowers and fauna and created his journal. He learned more about vegetables since he asked his parents who were growing the village's main source of vegetables. His ways of creating fertilizers were eye-opening for his parents, who had bountiful harvests later.

"We didn't like him because he was scruffy and poor. He is not the same skin color as us either. So we felt that our kids would get nasty things from him," said the same villager from before.

Mavislin felt something snap from within her conscience. If she doesn't throw her temper out now, she was afraid that she might lash out by breaking someone's neck. And at this point, she was forbidden to touch the humans. And she wanted nothing more but to kill them now.

By right, she has all the power to do so since her way of judging an area was based on how they treat their children. Each of the Founders has a theme when judging an area. Hers was targeted to kids, the simplest compared to the rest.

For Ysabeau, it would be how the village treats its women. And lastly, for Gillian, it would how untied the village is.