Chapter 10 Cave And Jottün

At this point, Ezra took a big sigh and cursed himself. "What have I done! I should have gave a positive answer. After hearing about our yesteryears, I'm filled with inimical feelings"

"You passed"

A voice was heard by Ezra Zephyr

"Huh?!" Ezra jerked his head above to glance at the gigantic wolf and pondered. "Am I hearing things?"

Fenrir looked at Ezra Zephyr with his nose in the air and said. "Aren't you happy?"

Ezra's eyes widened as he gulped and inquired "Does that mean you will help me, My God?"

"Yes and stop calling me god, dumbass. I'm getting sick of acting like one" the monstrous wolf answered.

"Ahh!" That tone and words caught Ezra Zephyr off guard. "Then what should I call you, O mighty one?" Ezra was a noble-born and was well educated about courtesy and manners, even after the sudden vulgar behaviour of that big wolf, he kept his calm and mannered posture.

"I'm Fenrir son of Loki, just call me Fenrir, nothing more nothing less" the midnight furred wolf replied.

"As you wish, O Mi... I mean Fenrir" Ezra Zephyr shuttered and said.

All of a sudden, a thought invaded Ezra's mind and he looked here and there until his sight was locked on his target. "Those cubs, what are they Fenrir" The Werewolf Prince pointed his finger at two wolf cubs and asked.

"They are my sons..." Fenrir answered but his voice was somewhat dissimilar, Ezra Zephyr felt as his words now had the figments of prolonged heartache and misery. Ezra kept his silence and found it better to not ask further.

"You scoundrel kid, stop making me blue and tell me are you ready?" Fenrir broke the silence and his now spoken words contained the same thunderous vigour.

"Yes, I am ready." Replied Ezra Zephyr

"You will be training here for 5 years, during that time you are prohibited to even think of anything about the outside world" The Black Wolf squinted his eyes and continued "That includes your parents as well"

Ezra's heartbeat skipped, the images of his weak and loving mother rushed in and his wounded father who is killing himself with regret each day.

"Don't be a dishearted dickhead, This god devouring wolf will ease your worries hohoho" Fenrir said as he chuckled. Forcing Ezra Zephyr to think whether he is the same wolf he saw a few moments ago or not. The wolf emitted dark energy that enveloped his humongous body, in the time span of a mini second. The size of the midnight wolf shrank, the former mountain like Fenrir was now 3 meters tall.

"Follow me," Fenrir said as he went inside the cave. The werewolf prince followed, Ezra Zephyr was surprised to see that there was a cave because the entrance was hidden by the gigantic body of Monstrous Wolf of Norse. The cave was clean, the stones of the cave were not mere stones but jade blocks, only found in lavish castles and royal palaces

"This entire forest is as immense as the current Bloodfang kingdom" Fenrir said as he traipsed. The current Bloodfang Kingdom has 1 capital city 'Red Sky city', 3 small cities and a county.

Soon the end of the cave was in sight, glittering scintillation spewed from inside. When they reach the end, Ezra's jaw dropped and his eyes almost popped out. The inside of the cave was massive to the point where Ezra's eyes couldn't cover it but what astonished the young werewolf was that the entire vicinity was filled with a myriad of treasures. Gold, diamonds, pearls, weapons, pills and whatnot. Even as a prince he never even dreamt to see such wealth in one place.

At their arrival, a silhouette nimbly appeared in front. Ezra Zephyr's instinct kicked in and he prepared the combat posture even though he never practiced combat. "As expected from Bjorn's descendant, you are quick." Fenrir commented.

"Master..." the silhouette spoke, its voice was hoarse.

"What is that??" The young prince was horrified but the appearance and voice of this mysterious being.

"It's a jotunn, a race of spiritual beings feared by gods." Fenrir described in a few words.

The jötunn was 2.8 meters tall, its back legs were short and arms were long enough to stand on four limbs. Its colour was purple, the head was long like a horse having sharp long canines. The head was decorated with large antlers akin to that of an elk.

"Mösü, bring me Syrup of Asclepius and a highest martial spirit." The name of jötunn was Mösü, he nodded and vanished. The young prince didn't even blink and Mösü came back, holding a greenish liquid contained in the bottle and a light-emitting cube sizable to a pill.

Fenrir gestured to the werewolf prince to receive them and Ezra Zephyr came forward and took them. The midnight wolf turned to leave the cave when Mösü spoke. "Master is he..."

"Yes Mösü, he will be your new master to serve."

The jötunn bowed and placed his head on the feet of Ezra Zephyr. "Mösü will serve his new master with every drop of his blood". Ezra was bewildered, the being he was afraid of now bowing to him. Ezra Zephyr felt immense loyalty from jotunn, as a member of royalty he knew what to do. He touched the shoulders of jotunn with both hands and raised him. "I'm in your care"

The jotunn flinched as he looked at Ezra with widened eyes, his mood changed but right after he turned his head towards the doughty Fenrir and smashed his head on the jade floor. "The slave does not dare to commit such blasphemy"

Ezra Zephyr couldn't understand the behaviour so he didn't persuade either. After collecting the items, Fenrir moved out without saying a word and Ezra Zephyr followed while Mösü was still there in a bowing position.

When they came out Fenrir looked at Ezra Zephyr in disgust and said "Don't ever respect your slaves, especially when it's a jotunn. They only worship strong and that act of yours was a sign of weakness for them, the second they think you are weaker than them is the second they will kill you."

Ezra Zephyr flinched. "So that was the reason why his mood changed" Ezra pondered as a cold drop of sweat ran across his cheek.