“It’s truly good to see you like this!”
At the words of Rami, chieftain of the foxes, Gargal, chieftain of the wolves, wrinkled his muzzle.
“Why are you still wearing human form?”
“To please the Evil God, of course. We foxes are always prepared to cling to the strong. If it can guarantee us even a little mercy, remaining transformed is no trouble at all!”
“Calculating wretch….”
“Perhaps the wolves are merely stupid.”
The two young chieftains bared their teeth and growled at each other. Valf, chieftain of the crows, sighed.
“Enough. We did not gather here to exchange foolish words. Is it proper for chieftains responsible for entire races to behave this way?”
“…My apologies, Elder.”
“I’m sorry….”
Valf nodded at the two as they bowed their heads.
“Then let us exchange our opinions.”
They had gathered to discuss how they should treat the Evil God.
Considering that nothing like this had occurred for nearly thirty years because each chieftain had been busy managing and protecting a separate race, it was clear how much the Evil God’s presence meant to them.
Crow Valf spoke first.
“I have decided to serve him as our parent deity. This was decided after discussion with the other crows. He is unquestionably…