Chapter 874: The Jungle's Hunt

Chapter 874: The Jungle's Hunt



Arad lowered Lyla and Roberta, shifting back into his human form. The two looked around, "They are big!" Lyla gasped, as she lifted her head to stare at the massive trees.

"And it's hot, and warm...paper won't last long here." Roberta growled, "And, those little buggers!" She swatted a fly on her arm. "How many of them are here? I've heard of the beast kingdom, but to see it for myself."

"You'll get used to it quickly, Serin had no problem." Arad said with a smile.

"She has natural holy magic, even if mosquitos bite her, she won't be bothered." Roberta looked at him.

"Yeah, the little girl is also used to Ignis's heat, a little warmth and humidity won't bother her." Lyla approached the bushes and looked at them, seeing a pair of purple flowers growing in there.

"I wonder if those would sell. They are beautiful." She looked at Arad, "When we're going back, can I pick a batch?"

"Yeah." Arad nodded with a smile and Lyla turned back toward the flowers, reaching with her hand to pick them. From the bushes before her, a massive jaw appeared, glaring at her and growling, a foul gust of wind gushed from the unclean throat, and the beast's teeth were riddled with old rotten flesh from its meals.

The death Jaw stared at Lyla, he had come here due to the noise, as they always do in search of food. Lyla looked like a decent meal, soft and plump. But...something was off, standing behind her was a massive monster in the form of a human. He could clearly see him, Arad staring at him with glowing eyes.

Lyla sat frozen in place, "Arad..." She pointed at the Death Jaw's maw, "This looks bad." She mumbled, almost crying.

"Don't worry, it's not a fool." He took a step forward, "As long as you're close to me, none of them would bother you."

The Death Jaw turned away and left without as much as getting an inch closer to her. Roberta looked at Arad, "I see, they can sense you being a dragon."

"Yep, I'm far more dangerous than anything this forest has to offer. I'm at the top of the food chain, and they see you as my food. Of course, if they tried to steal from you, they'd get eaten instead." Arad approached Lyla and helped her stand, "Be careful around the forest."

"I don't want to face such a monster again, it's massive and scary..." Lyla mumbled as Arad lifted her, "Wait! Put me down!" She cried.

Arad lifted and made her sit on his shoulder, "Come here." He then extended his hand to Roberta."

"I don't want to." She gasped.

The feathered Death Jaw fell to the ground, motionless and Arad landed beside him, Lyla and Roberta were both terrified and panting, sweating buckets as they had never been in such a fight. Thanks to Arad's gravity magic, they shouldn't feel any acceleration when he moves. His body and magic were the best shock absorbers that this world could offer.

"Please...slow down..." Roberta gasped for air.

"What is Mira feeding you? Why can't you calm down for a second?" Lyla looked at him with a sweaty and worried face.

"Milk," Arad replied as naturally as he breathed.

Gorarin approached Arad, "Aron...this is?" He looked at Arad and at the Death Jaw, still trying to make sense of what his eyes just saw. "Weren't you resting at Zara's house?"

"Yeah, we forgot them at the camp, so I went and grabbed them really quick." Arad replied,

looking away.

"The camp? Zara said it's at least a day away. You ran all the way there in the dangerous jungle alone, and came back carrying them?" He could hardly believe him, but he had just seen him kick a feathered Death Jaw to death.

"Yeah..." Arad tried to look normal, he isn't good at lying. "Anyway, what are you all doing?"

He tried to change the subject.

"What are we doing? We were trying to hunt something decent, palatable for a princess." Gorarin approached Arad, "You know, you people kinda brought one. We can't feed her

something lacking."

"I doubt she'd care, and large hunts like this are tuff to eat. Something smaller and softer might've been better." Arad looked at the youngsters staring at him. "And look, you almost got them killed. They are far too young for fights like this, the most danger they should encounter is a broken bone, not losing their lives."

"They are proud hunters..." Gorarin tried to speak, but Arad cut him, "Pride doesn't bring the dead back, it doesn't feed the hungry, and it doesn't make a weak fighter stronger, it only makes them more arrogant, a fool that can be easily manipulated and deceived." He yelled at

him.

"We..." One of the youngsters growled, she was the girl Arad threw back, "Aren't like her...We aren't cowards like Matilda."

Arad slowly turned toward her, "What did you just say, kitten?" He glared at the tiger girl, his eyes burning with purple flames.