Fangs and Fury : Dual System of the Godslayer

The tension in the manor was palpable as word spread of Mr. Wesdon's return. His travels were always unpredictable, and his arrivals often brought change. The slaves gathered in the main hall, whispering among themselves, their curiosity piqued when they learned he wasn't returning alone.

When Mr. Wesdon stepped through the heavy oak doors, a young woman followed behind him. She was slender and wide-eyed, her movements hesitant as she clutched a small bundle of belongings to her chest. Her appearance was striking, with soft brown hair that fell in waves over her shoulders and a demeanor that screamed vulnerability.

"Everyone," Mr. Wesdon announced, his voice cutting through the murmurs. "This is Sarah. She will be staying with us from now on."

There were murmurs as they heard Mr Wesdon's words . A new slave among them. What was she going to be like ? Was she rude or humble ? Was she going to be a canvasser for freedom or just a dull mind ?

As Mr. Wesdon walked away, leaving Sarah to integrate into her new environment, the room buzzed with curiosity. Terry, Curl, Soden, and Myia exchanged glances, each assessing the newcomer in their own way.

Curl stepped forward, her expression skeptical. "You're from Earth, aren't you?"

Sarah nodded timidly. "Yes. I... I don't know why I'm here. Mr. Wesdon said I'd be safe."

Terry frowned. "Safe? That's an interesting word to use for someone who's just been made a slave."

Sarah's eyes widened. "Slave?" She looked around, her face pale. "No, no. He didn't say that."

Curl let out a humorless laugh. "Of course, he didn't."

Myia placed a gentle hand on Sarah's shoulder. "It's okay," she said softly. "We'll explain everything. But for now, you need to understand this world isn't like Earth. Things are... different here."

Myia then took Sarah inside the cottage while Curl and Soden watched. Terry went to analyse his system outside.

Later that day, Terry was summoned to Mr. Wesdon's study. The room was dimly lit, the air heavy with the scent of aged wood and leather. Mr. Wesdon sat behind a large desk, his piercing eyes fixed on Terry as he entered.

"Terry," Mr. Wesdon began, his tone calm but firm. "I've heard unsettling news from Urther. Werewolf slaves have been killed. What do you know about it?"

Terry took a deep breath. "I was aware of it, sir," he admitted. "The vampires have been targeting werewolves. It's not just about slaves; it's about power. They want war."

Mr. Wesdon's expression darkened. He leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers. "War," he repeated. "So, it has come to this."

"Yes," Terry replied. "And it's only going to get worse. The vampires aren't going to stop."

Mr. Wesdon stood, his imposing figure casting a long shadow across the room. "Then we must prepare."

Terry stared at the back of the man who had brought him here a man he had thought was nothing but his favourite teacher . He did not know why he was not hating him like normal.

Mr Wesdon sent him away to think further . The vampires wanted war he will have to meet with the other werewolf cheifs and they will decide on what to do . But for now he must prepare his slaves for the war.

That evening, Mr. Wesdon gathered all the slaves in the courtyard. The air was thick with anticipation as they waited for him to speak.

"My people," he began, his voice carrying across the crowd. "I have always ruled with strength and discipline, but I have never forgotten that strength comes from unity. The vampires seek to destroy us, to tear apart the world we have built."

Murmurs spread through the crowd. Mr Wesdon never spoke up like this except on rare occasions which usually meant trouble but in few cases it brought good news.

"But I say this to you now," Mr. Wesdon continued, his voice rising. "You will no longer be treated as mere tools. From this day forward, you will be treated with the respect you deserve. Together, we will face this threat. Together, we will prevail."

The crowd erupted into cheers, a mixture of hope and determination spreading among them.

Curl leaned toward Terry. "Do you think he means it?"

Terry watched Mr. Wesdon, his expression unreadable. "I think he knows he doesn't have a choice."

Was Mr Wesdon really serious about what he was saying ? Did he really mean it ? If he did then Terry was sure he will help the werewolves with all his strength but if Mr Wesdon in any way betrayed them, then he will use his master system - the Elf Lord System to tear the werewolf kingdom. But he knew he did not have the power just yet but he knew he will eventually reach there. He sighed to himself.

After the declaration, Mr. Wesdon retired to his study with Sarah. The rest of the group, curious about the new arrival, found themselves gathered in the common room.

"What do you think she's telling him?" Soden asked, leaning back in his chair.

"Probably about Earth," Curl replied. "He's always been fascinated by that place."

Terry, who had been quiet, finally spoke. "Maybe we should ask her ourselves."

When Sarah emerged from the study, the group wasted no time. Myia approached her first, offering a warm smile. "How was it?"

Sarah hesitated. "He... he asked me about Earth. About what's been happening there."

Curl raised an eyebrow. "And what did you tell him?"

"Just the truth," Sarah said. "Things are getting worse. Wars, corruption, greed... it's not much different from here, honestly."

Terry leaned forward. "Did he say why he was interested?"

Sarah shook her head. "No. He just listened."

Despite her initial fear and naivety, Sarah began to settle into life at the manor. Her genuine kindness and willingness to learn endeared her to the group, even Curl, who was notoriously hard to please.

One afternoon, as they sat together in the garden, Sarah turned to Terry. "Do you trust him?"

"Mr. Wesdon?" Terry asked.

Sarah nodded.

Terry took a moment before answering. "I don't know if trust is the right word. But he's kept us alive. For now, that's enough."

Sarah frowned. "But do you think he'll keep his promise? About treating you all with respect?"

"We'll see," Terry said. "People don't change overnight."

With the looming threat of war, the atmosphere in the manor shifted. Training sessions became more intense, and even Sarah was taught basic self-defense. Mr. Wesdon's declaration had sparked a new sense of purpose among the slaves, but it also brought uncertainty.

"What happens if we lose?" Sarah asked one evening as they gathered in the common room.

Curl snorted. "We don't lose."

Soden grinned. "She's right. Losing isn't an option."

Terry, however, remained silent.

Myia noticed and nudged him. "What are you thinking?"

"I'm thinking," Terry said slowly, "that war changes everything. And not always for the better."

As the days passed, the group found themselves growing closer. Despite their differences, a bond was forming, one forged by shared struggles and a common enemy.

Sarah, once an outsider, had become an integral part of the group. Her naivety was slowly being replaced by resilience, and her presence brought a sense of hope they hadn't realized they needed.

Late one night, Terry found himself alone in the courtyard, staring up at the stars. The weight of everything—the murders in Urther, the impending war, Mr. Wesdon's promises—pressed heavily on his mind.

"You're thinking too much," Curl said, joining him.

Terry glanced at her. "Someone has to."

Curl smirked. "Fair enough. But don't forget, you're not alone in this."

Terry nodded, a small smile tugging at his lips. "I know."

He knew it to well but she didn't know as much as he knew. The elves were probably also in danger. Who killed the Elf Lord ? This was a question that troubled him but now it seemed like the answer was out - the vampires might be responsible but he wasn't sure not yet.