Rami, chieftain of the fox tribe, called to her old friend.
“Gargal.”
“Oh. Right.”
The chieftain of the wolf tribe nodded.
“It’s about time we withdrew too.”
“If we assume our beast forms, he will not harm us.”
“Still, wouldn’t it be best to leave the battlefield if we can?”
“You’re right. The children are already in the forest.”
“His protection will give them the strength to overcome the poison of the Black Forest….”
“…This does not feel especially pleasant.”
Rami’s form soon changed into that of a fox. The red-furred fox lightly shook out her body, then looked at Gargal. Gargal likewise returned to his wolf form and looked down at his friend.
He laid his enormous body along the castle corridor.
“Everything is… exactly as he said.”
“Yes. That is why it feels so bitter.”
“Will peace come to this place after the commotion ends?”
“Would a god ever break a promise once made?”
“Then we will be free.”
“Or perhaps we will be abandoned.”
“Perhaps. Yes, you’re right.”
The Evil God had given them a promise.
He had said that he would repair the broken land fashioned by human greed. Someday, it would become the Evil God’s final battlefield. They were to borrow the land for a…