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In the evening. The search party hasn't returned yet. But things are calm enough. I also believe to have found a small remedy on my numbing emotions.

“Who’s the good boy?” I said playfully as I tickled and rubbed one of the male werewolf heads.

Woof . He along with his pack excitedly wagged their tail. These are the herd wolves that are turned into werewolves when Mal gave them Lycanthropy. They now permanently turned into werewolves. Though they don’t get much smarter or can change into a human. Its quite funny seeing the werewolves' usually menacing faces turn into dumb happy faces when they see me. The contrast along with their wagging tail made them quite cute and adorable. They are my emotional support werewolves now.

Didn’t get the chance to properly get acquainted with them yesterday. The werewolf I currently play with is the very first wolf I gave birth to since I came here. I should name him. Forgot to name him because of everything that is happening. The name Ulric comes to mind but I am certain I will draw the ire of a certain human god with the same name.

“From now on your name will be Wolfe.” I decided on a name that isn’t too complicated.

He barks in joy and starts licking my face all over. I start giggling as it tickles. But then the entire pack follows along in excitement. My giggling turn into a full blown laugh as they start licking me all over.

“Oooh.” I moaned as one of the werewolves got naughty and licked my pussy.

“Stop it. I still need to be ready just in case.” The werewolves' ears dropped.

“Wait till night. We can do it then.” Their ears rise up again and bark in excitement before I command them to guard the camp. Keeping Wolfe as my new cuddling pet, I finally checked what new concepts I can take.

Causality

Advanced Concept

Sacrifice 200 souls to take

Concept Eater

Advanced Concept

Sacrifice 100 souls to take

Allow the eating of a chosen concept for instant benefit. On the downside, you cannot comprehend, gain, and experience the chosen concept in a normal way anymore. Example concepts that can be chosen: Knowledge, one specific emotion, Dream, Memory, Blessing/Curse, Magic, Soul. (Warning: Choosing Memory will make you incapable of remembering new things yourself and only gaining memories of those you eat.)

Lust

“You know me?” Markus Wulfhart unfazed and ask

“How could I not? Everyone knows your name. Recognize you since I saw you when you returned after hunting the three-headed Chimera”

“Ah.” The Huntmarshal now knows how Bertrand recognizes him. He then ordered the pub’s best beer.

Both eyed each other in silence. Markus stroked his well groomed beard. Bertrand squints, he never keeps a long beard as it looks tedious to take care. But seeing the Huntmarshal’s beard he might reconsider. Might.

“The name. Why don't you like it?” Markus asked as his beer arrived

“Pssh. I would have failed twice if I didn't get help from the Eonir and the Bretonnian.” He chugs his bottle again. “No wait. Three times. The High Something-something helped too. Just remember the thing the golden daemon almost threw at us. Me and my men barely survived.” Bertrand continues but his tone grows more grim with each sentence.

“That so?” Markus drinks his beer before spurting it. Such sights usually make Bertrand and Dagobert laugh. They usually invite new recruits to drink the town’s worst pub’s beer as a prank.

“Ever though surviving is its own achievement?” Markus continued without missing a beat.

“No”

“Really? I wouldn’t have avenged my family if I didn't survive the Drakwald Cyclop’s rampage long ago.”

Bertrand slams down the now empty bottle of Couronne Brandy.

“If you want to preach, the temple of Ulric is two streets away. Now what you really want?”

“Very well. Want to join my company of scouts?”

“You attempt to poach me!?” Bertrand now surprised.

“I have been given permission to ask. Whether you join me or not is up to you.”

Bertrand leans his chin to his hand as he starts to think. He has been moping around long enough. His lord already gave permission to the Huntmarshal to recruit him. There is only one question left to ask.

“What’s your next hunt?”

“Taurox, the Brass Bull.”