Chapter 716: A Devil And An Elf
Regalia wasn’t the type of woman whose anger could easily be contained, but after Raven’s reprimand, she was trying her best to keep her rage contained. However, being a primordial devil that could not only sense and see emotions, but also taste them on her tongue, the Mistress smiled to herself while the wolf-girl struggled internally.
"Still thinking about killing the giants, are you?" She asked, her eyes set to the map maker’s store at the end of the secluded road.
"Hmm..." Lifting her eyes, Regalia stared at the back of the Mistress’s head, working out what she’d just said. "Anyone who knew the king of crows would feel the same way that I do. These bastards bore the fruits of his sacrifice while sitting in their chairs with a stick up their ass."
"The king of crows," humming to herself, the Mistress turned her head and smiled at the wolf girl. "Remind me how he earned that title again."
Through squinted eyes, Regalia glared at the devil. Unsure whether or not she was making fun of, but noticing a flicker of curiosity in her gaze, she began with the explanation.
The king of crows, a man whose blade carved through the scales of dragons like a knife through butter. He slaughtered them en masse and raised their corpses with the souls of his goddess’s granting possessing those giant beasts. But the rotting flesh, the gore and the sway of death that was brought forth from the swing of his blade, drew a flock of crows everywhere he went.
A funeral followed him everywhere, their wings flapping and their beaks cleaning up the corpses of the dead. Even those who’d been reanimated were left as nothing but mere bones. And with numerous centuries flying past him, the king of Elenaris became the master of these funerals. Generations of these birds had died and been replaced, yet with each one of them serving the king, he became in their eyes, their leader and their king.
"They wouldn’t eat until he had, they wouldn’t leave his side even as his body was about to be put to rest. To our surprise, however, his flesh turned into a flock of crows and that flock joined the rest before the funeral flew away, never to be seen again to this day." Coming to the end of her story right in front of the map maker’s shop, Regalia lifted her head and was surprised by the devil still paying attention to her tale.
"Loyal to the end, huh? I wish I’d met him, although he would’ve driven his weapon through my chest."
"Probably..."