The Silent Pact of a Wolf Babysitter
Chapter 98: Then I Suppose... Train, We Shall!

Chapter 98: Then I Suppose... Train, We Shall!

When I asked Levi to guide us to the human settlement she’d mentioned, she admitted:

"The human village is rather distant, even if we ran. But—I can take us there using a ripple gate."

"You can use ripple gates as regular transport?" I raised a brow.

"Indeed," she replied. "But I need a general image of the place in my mind. Otherwise, I can’t set a fixed destination."

"Got it," I said. "But why didn’t you mention this earlier? You had us prepared to walk the whole way, yesterday."

Levi answered flatly, "I was hoping to go lovey-dovey with you. Something like walking for miles holding hands."

Then she glanced over her shoulder at the crowd behind her and clicked her tongue.

"Tsk. That plan crumbled the moment these mutts showed up."

Annoying as it is that I almost fell for her scheme, I suddenly felt grateful for the existence of the Specter Wolves.

That said, Levi couldn’t take us anything around ten miles or more with the ripple gate right now.

Her magical energy still hadn’t fully recovered from the earlier battle.

She’d need about a day to recharge. Her physical health has already been restored, after all.

Well, to wait just a day isn’t so long.

Besides, there was no urgent rush.

Honestly, I just wanted to finally do something about my breath.

Alicia hadn’t said a word about it since Chapter 10 or so—maybe because I chewed on some sweet-smelling weed not long after we found Coastelle?

Still, I shouldn’t let my guard down. If anyone brings it up again, I might just keel over in shame.

"Alright," I said, "we’ll have to kill some time while Levi’s magic gets back in working condition."

I meant we should rest.

But Levi lit up like a match.

"As expected of Master Raven!" she boomed. "Then I suppose... train, we shall!"

Wait—Train?

Did I say anything like that?

Turns out, Alicia had spilled the beans about the Cthulhu problem.

Which made me pause.

...Wasn’t she supposed to be asleep when Pluto and I talked about that?

Anyway, Levi was now gallantly volunteering to handle the formation of a great army for my upcoming clash with Cthulhu.

Still feels surreal, honestly—Cthulhu? I can’t even picture what that battle would look like.

I mean, I couldn’t defeat Sarvest.

And Levi herself is still a wall I can’t climb.

But... thank goodness, I guess. That’s one heavy burden taken off my back.

I had considered building an army, but my only experience is in, well—coercion.

And maybe strong-arming. And violence.

Lots of it.

But what Levi’s proposing now is that the lot of us start training.

She specifically wanted everyone to come up with a "finisher" move—a flashy, signature one-hit kill technique.

Which immediately made me suspect Alicia’s influence again.

She had been feeding Levi those strange stories—the ones she binged in the basement I was being held captivity in.

About, uhm.... Superheroes, apparently.

Lately, Alicia’s been indoctrinating Levi with bizarre tales composed by even more bizarre humans.

And Levi’s been absorbing them with the enthusiasm of a scholar.

I can already feel the headache blooming on the horizon.

Except—it’s starting now.

*

After about an hour of fumbling around, trying to get a sense of each other’s strengths—

"Flora, daughter of mine," Levi bellowed like a proud war general.

Alicia and Tamayō both squinted at her in bitterness.

"It’s time," Levi declared. "Unleash it!"

"Unleash what?!" I barked.

"Yes, Mama!" Flora chirped, already moving before my protest could land.

She gestured to the ground with the flair of a priestess commanding something within it to rise.

And then the earth rumbled.

A boulder of crystal burst from the soil—ten feet tall, arm-thick, gleaming under the sun... Well, sun-LIGHT.

Apparently, the oversized gem was crafted after analyzing the strongest beings in Coastelle—which included Levi, myself, and a few of the elites.

’Hmph! Preposterous!

This lump of glass? As strong as Moi?

What a joke.’ That’s what I thought as I walked up to it, the thing towering over me.

It didn’t look that solid. All see-through and delicate like some high-class ornament.

Frankly, it gave off the vibe that a gentle knock could shatter it.

So I raised my right arm and channeled force into it.

Just to be safe, I slipped in a touch of enhancement magic—nothing flashy, just enough to make sure I wouldn’t embarrass myself in front of my followers.

Then I swung.

The air cracked as my arm shot forward, force behind it enough to turn Divine Stones into dust and history.

Result: I lost my arm and confidence.

The moment it collided, my arm folded in on itself.

It imploded.

Blood sprayed across the glassy surface like a sacrificial rite.

I stood there, red-faced in embarrassment, stunned, and armless.

For a second, I genuinely considered bursting into tears.

But I tanked it, and turned to my crowd with whatever dignity I could scrape together.

"Incredible," I rasped, voice hoarse. "Even at just 40 percent of my power... to endure my blow and wound me? Truly terrifying."

That stirred whispers and gasps through the field.

Flora looked like she’d just won an award.

So it went well, and I didn’t feel like crying anymore, so... yeah.

Still—super yikes. That crystal boulder?

It was not playing around.

To be fair, I WAS using around 40 percent of my overall power...

But that was essentially the full weight of my physical force, when not influenced much by magic—and it didn’t even crack.

Not to mention, I sensed no enchantment or spell rigged in it, too.

Just raw toughness.

As expected of Flora—a god-tier cutie pie.

Naturally, I chickened out after that and took a proud step back, arms folded like some elite battle analyst.

The others, though?

They got fired up.

"How dare it disgrace our Lord so!" someone roared from the crowd.

Ah.

So they had noticed my shame, after all.

"How dare it disgrace our Lord so!" someone roared from the crowd.

Ah.

So they had noticed my shame, after all.

Still, personal vendetta aside, the goal was to test each person’s finisher move against the crystal—to see just how devastating their so-called ultimate attacks really were.

Managing to damage—let alone shatter—the crystal would mean the finisher in question could harm even someone like Levi.

That is, assuming she wasn’t using advanced magical defense, naturally.

Most of us—myself included—weren’t quite ready with our finisher moves yet, so only a handful dared to step forward.

And none of the Mumoko no Kiba tried. Not a single one.

Each of them is strong in their own right, but even if they combined forces, it’d be a wasted effort.

They saw that much.

Honestly, aside from Tamayō or Trigger, I surpass the entire Specter Wolf unit in raw strength.

Which meant, for most of them, the only way to stand a chance of destroying the crystal—which I’ve now decided to name Glypnir Stone—was with a special move. A true finisher.

And the first to step forward?

Our very own Shizuka.