Chapter 312: Bath

Chapter 312: Bath

The Black Onyx mansion was filled with screams of pain and cries for help in the early morning hours.

Toby was getting his body scrubbed by the skillful hands of four young girls, drenched in soapy water and smiling brightly. It might have been nice if he had been a human male, however, he was a Warg! The sexy scene was torture for him.

All that beautiful blood and bodily fluids of his slain opponents were being washed away by awfully smelling soap! How are now his peers going to know of his brave deeds and courage in battle if all evidence was disappearing into pink foam?!

Toby cried and pleaded for them to at least leave his natural smell, the little pride he had left, but his torturers were merciless.

With each movement of their hands, another patch of grime was removed from his body, turning his once rough and coarse fur soft and shiny. Read latest chapters at novelhall.com Only

What a tragedy! Soon he was ashamed to even lift his head and simply let them pour more cold water over him, wishing he could simply drown in it before letting other Wargs see him in such a sorry state.

What could he do? Overpowering these soft-looking snacks would have been easy, but then, remembering the look of his angry master, threatening him with starvation, he gritted his teeth and endured, knowing that all torture will eventually end.

And so it did, after a long while Or so he thought.

After getting dried off with Wind magic, Elly started slowly combing his fur, making it look fluffy, healthy, and soft.

But that was not even the worse thing! The long-eared little one said something about a 'perfume'. He didn't know what it meant, but simply judging by the smiles they showed at the mention of the word, he knew it was nothing good.

***

It was almost noon.

He lifted his gaze over the walls of his estate, all the way to the towering city towers in the distance.

The soldiers were busy repairing the wall defenses and restoring the operation of many giant ballistae. They were rarely used but powerful machines that hurled javelins and stones at great distances and were great at taking down armored Orcs and Ogres.

Unfortunately, they were fixed in place and could only pivot slightly or turn on the axis so they were exclusively used for defense.

However, ammunition was scarce for these weapons of war, and used and broken javelins littered the battlefield.

Young children, too young to be of much use, were sent out to gather arrows and broken weapons to be refurbished and reused again and again, while the women were busy clearing the streets and preparing food for the hungry.

The near vicinity of the wall was almost completely clear of monsters by now and a rare moment of peace washed over the defenders. It was of course welcomed with opened arms as the tired men could finally get some rest and return to their families for a few short hours.

As all the city was mobilized for the final battle, the allied armies of the four Guardians, The King, and many nobles and other influential people were rehearsing and doing last-minute training for the fight.

The city was busy.

Gerald retracted his gaze and closed the watch with a determined light in his eyes. He was ready.

Time until the final battle: 2 Days.