The Azure-Eyed Wolf’s Fury

A voice from the crowd gasped in disbelief. “Lord Domu’s incredibly important person… could they be a lover?”

A sorrowful wail rose from another, trembling with despair. “Heavens! Lord Domu has someone they fancy!”

Yet others, more composed, offered their blessings with genuine admiration. “Still, if Lord Domu has acknowledged her, she must be truly exceptional!”

Domu offered no direct reply. He merely turned, his gaze settling upon Soronna, whose face was still alight with surprise at his declaration. Though a layer of armor separated them, he could still feel the subtle warmth emanating from her palm, a faint heat that stirred something inexplicable deep within his heart.

“It appears to be Lady Soronna of the Eye of Soaroka Mercenary Group! So, Lord Domu and Lady Soronna are truly together!”

“Ah! My goddess and my god have actually found each other!”

“Regardless, Lady Soronna is a woman admired by Lord Domu, and I support Lord Domu’s choice! Long live Lord Domu! May Lady Soronna and Lord Domu live happily ever after!”

Domu had truly underestimated the human capacity for vivid imagination. Although he had not explicitly defined his relationship with Soronna, these ardent… fans were already constructing their own interpretations with astonishing enthusiasm.

Some even conjured entire tragic yet beautiful love stories in their minds, filling in every gap with dramatic flair. What pleased Domu most, however, was their overwhelmingly friendly attitude toward Soronna.

It seemed that most of his fans were… what was the term again from his original world? True fans? Yes—true fans. Supportive, devoted, and surprisingly reasonable. The realization brought a faint smile to Domu’s face.

“Hahahaha, Lord Domu, it seems everyone approves of your relationship with Lady Soronna! This is truly wonderful news! I wonder when we can expect wedding celebrations?”

Mr. Tule, who had been observing the lively scene with an amused smile, suddenly interjected with a teasing tone.

“Just kidding, of course. But now we can proceed to the venue. Oh, Lord Domu, I haven’t yet mentioned that the second legion commander of the Norachi Kingdom, His Excellency Mofimod Rigles, will also be attending this charity event.”

He paused briefly, then added with a thoughtful expression, “He is also an exceptionally powerful demigod-level expert. Hmm? Lady Soronna, is something amiss? Do you perhaps know His Excellency Mofimod Rigles?”

Mr. Tule, ever perceptive, had noticed that Soronna—who had just been brimming with shy happiness—had subtly frowned the moment that name was mentioned.

Soronna remained silent.

Instead, she reached out with both hands, clutching Domu’s arm tightly, and hid herself completely behind him like a timid little bird seeking shelter.

“Mr. Tule, Lord Philavman, Soronna might be feeling a little unwell,” Domu interjected, sensing the shift in her mood and allowing her to take refuge behind him without question. “However, I am quite curious about the Legion Commander dispatched by the Kingdom. Would you both be willing to tell me more about him on the way?”

“Hahahaha, of course, Lord Domu!” Philavman burst into hearty laughter, clearly delighted. “Allow this old man to introduce you to the glorious deeds of His Excellency Mofimod Rigles!”

With that, he enthusiastically began speaking as they walked side by side toward the venue.

“Then, esteemed guests, please also make your way inside,” Mr. Tule announced, clapping his hands lightly yet elegantly. His voice carried clearly over the excited crowd. “I believe today’s charity event will be well worth your time!”

He then followed after Domu and Philavman, with Philly and Phil close behind.

****

In stark contrast to the lively, almost festive atmosphere at the main entrance of the City Lord’s Manor, the room where Mofimod and General Baro were currently situated was eerily silent.

What had once been a richly colored chamber now appeared as though it had been drained of all vibrancy—like a faded painting or an old black-and-white photograph. Every object within the room had lost its color, rendered in nothing but shades of grey.

General Baro sat stiffly on his sofa, barely daring to breathe. His body trembled uncontrollably, as though he were caught in the presence of something far beyond his comprehension.

The one responsible for plunging the room into this unnatural state was Mofimod Rigles, who stood silently by the window, one hand clenched tightly into a fist.

Moments earlier, Mofimod had been gazing outside when a sudden surge of cheers erupted from the mansion’s entrance. The moment he heard the name “Domu,” his wolf-like eyes sharpened, locking onto the golden Uli carriage that had just arrived.

When the figure clad in pristine white full armor—like a god descending from the heavens—stepped out, a flicker of admiration appeared in Mofimod’s eyes.

To ordinary onlookers, Domu’s armor might have seemed nothing more than elegant and imposing. But what Mofimod saw was something far deeper: proof of relentless training and discipline.

Even without touching it, he could tell the armor’s weight was immense. To wear such equipment constantly and still move with such fluidity required years—perhaps decades—of unwavering physical conditioning.

From that single observation, Mofimod silently offered high praise to this newly emerged demigod-level expert.

However, before that admiration could fully settle—

The next sight froze his entire being.

Princess Soronna.

Mofimod’s gaze locked onto the young woman stepping out behind Domu. There was no mistaking her. It was undeniably Princess Soronna of the Norachi Kingdom.

And yet…

That same noble, untouchable princess was now holding Domu’s hand like a young bride, hiding behind him with quiet dependence.

‘How could this be… Princess Soronna… You are the sole princess of the Norachi Kingdom… How can you behave so intimately with this unknown man?’

In that instant, all of Mofimod’s earlier admiration for Domu vanished without a trace.

In its place, a cold, seething anger began to take root.

The man known as the “Azure-Eyed Wolf” now had eyes that burned with a faint, bloodthirsty green light. The Rotten Dragon Blade at his waist trembled violently, as though resonating with its master’s turbulent emotions, emitting a faint yet terrifying aura.

“Lord Mofimod…” General Baro, who had been sitting quietly, finally sensed the overwhelming pressure in the room.

Before he could even react, he noticed that all the colors around him had vanished entirely. Even his own body appeared dull and lifeless, as though stripped of vitality.

He rubbed his eyes in disbelief—but the world remained monochrome.

Only one thing still retained color.

The Rotten Dragon Blade.

It shimmered with an unnatural, kaleidoscopic glow, standing in stark contrast to the lifeless surroundings.

“General Baro, Mr. Tule and Vice Guild Master Philavman have both arrived. I believe it is time for us to proceed to the venue. Furthermore… Princess Soronna and that newly advanced demigod mercenary have also arrived,” Mofimod stated coldly, without turning around.

“Lord Mofimod… Princess Soronna is here too? This…” General Baro’s voice trembled slightly, hesitation evident in his tone.

“What? Do you have something more to say?” Mofimod turned, his chilling gaze falling directly upon him.

“It is like this, Lord Mofimod… Princess Soronna once stated that she does not wish for her identity to be revealed… so I humbly ask that you exercise caution if you encounter her at the venue…” General Baro lowered his head, choosing his words carefully.

Although he had not expected Soronna to appear alongside Domu, Mofimod’s reaction made one thing clear—his hostility toward Domu was already taking shape.

If Soronna’s identity were exposed here, it could disrupt far more than just appearances.

“Is that so? I understand. Thank you for the reminder, General Baro.”

Mofimod stared at him for a long moment before finally responding, only speaking after Baro averted his gaze.

Without another word, Mofimod turned and left the room.

Only after his presence fully disappeared did the color slowly return to the surroundings.

General Baro remained seated, unmoving, silently observing the restored world until he was certain Mofimod was truly gone.

“Shadow… if Mofimod were to attack me, could you stop him?” he asked quietly into the empty room.

“Forgive me, Master. That lord’s strength far exceeds our expectations. If he were to act, this subordinate, even at full capacity, could likely buy you no more than three seconds,” a cold voice responded from the shadows.

“Three seconds? Heh… that’s enough,” General Baro replied with a faint smile. “But you saw what happened just now, didn’t you? Was that the power of a Sacred Artifact?”

“Your analysis is correct, Master. All life signs within this space were momentarily halted. It must have been the power of the Sacred Artifact—the Rotten Dragon Blade,” Shadow answered without hesitation.

“Truly worthy of the Kingdom’s Second Legion Commander… and of one of the Norachi Kingdom’s strongest Sacred Artifacts,” General Baro murmured, nodding slowly. “It seems it not only grants the rumored immortality to its wielder, but also possesses other, far more obscure abilities…”

He paused briefly, then continued.

“And the task I assigned you previously—what was the outcome?”

“Bo Aibiyi failed. Both unconfirmed longswords were destroyed. However, a new longsword appeared—one that instilled genuine fear even in this subordinate. It possesses the ability to cleave space itself.”

Shadow’s voice remained steady, emotionless.

“This subordinate’s analysis indicates that it is at least at the level of a Sacred Artifact. Furthermore, its wielder’s strength is extraordinary—no less than Saint-tier. One of this subordinate’s true clones was slain by them.”