Chapter 38: Choosing a Beast
Their destination? The most famous beast trader in the entire capital—Eldrun Beastmark. Though few had seen him in person, his name was well-known among nobles. It was said he had contracts with everything from elemental wyverns to shadow hounds. His shop was not for commoners, and only those with high status or rare qualifications could even enter.
Unlike the usual merchant areas, the shop was hidden between two noble districts, protected by a large, warded gate. Strange runes carved into the iron shimmered faintly with mana.
As they approached, Roman glanced sideways at Fenric. "Your Highness... what are we doing here?"
Fenric gave a small smile. "Getting a beast."
Roman paused, then asked, "...When did you receive a blessing?"
It was widely known in the palace that Fenric, due to his weak body, had never been granted a proper blessing. The idea that he could now tame a beast strong enough to match royal standards genuinely surprised Roman.
Fenric didn’t answer the question. He simply kept walking, calm and steady—his steps carrying the quiet confidence of someone wearing half a mystical armor set gifted by the Emperor himself.
When they reached the gate, the ancient runes pulsed as if recognizing him. With a low creak, the gate opened.
Roman looked impressed, but Fenric walked through the gate without saying a word.
"I haven’t received any blessing," Fenric said casually.
It was a lie—but a necessary one. Thanks to Duserdis’s unique blessing, granted by a living Supreme, no one could sense whether Fenric was truly blessed or not. It cloaked his presence perfectly, allowing him to move unseen by the usual divine senses. So he hid the truth, choosing silence over revelation.
"...It’s just a beast," he added with a shrug. "Nothing more than a pet."