The God Slayer

There’s only Karvan in my room. I tilted my head, then realized.

Ah. Is it because Vargs are wolves and the Skollcat is a cat?
Beast-kin are mostly territorial animals, and since they are sensitive to scents, maybe he instinctively dislikes him.

‘My fur stands on end just getting close, nya. This is the first time I’ve felt like this.’

It seemed my guess was right.

The Skollcat looked at me and wrinkled his nose as if smelling something foul.

“It’s nothing special. I just brought in a beast-kin s*ave.”

‘Beast-kin? Don’t even dream of letting that guy take over your role, nya!’

“It’s not that! I, uh, my….”

I hesitated because I couldn’t bring myself to say the word ‘mate’, and his mouth, which had been opening and closing to scold me, dropped open.
The Skollcat’s dark eyes shot up.

‘…Wait. Don’t tell me this ominous aura belongs to that male you imprinted on?’

Narrowing his eyes, the Skollcat hopped off the bed and approached me.
His raised scorpion tail flashed like a lifted spear blade.

‘In that case, let’s go! I have to see what kind of guy he is!’

“Huh? Uh, maybe it’s better not to….”

I gulped as I looked at the large cat turning back to ask why I wasn’t leading the way quickly.

‘Don’t talk back, you insolent vampire bastard, nya!’

The Skollcat is definitely not on Baalzeph’s side.
They say blood is thicker than water. Perhaps because he is also a beast-kin, he instinctively seemed to dislike the Empire vampires who treated beast-kin like livestock.

Seeing as he just clicked his tongue and didn’t say much even after hearing my past about being chased by Observers, it didn’t seem likely he would tattle even if he knew Karvan’s identity.

The problem was Karvan.
I was afraid his baseless leisure and innately arrogant attitude would needlessly provoke the Skollcat.

“…He’s just a Varg. He doesn’t even have ears or a tail, so he’s even more ordinary….”

‘Will I wear out just by looking? Lead the way, nya! I’m just going to check his physiognomy!’

But the Skollcat was adamant.
Even though I refused indirectly, he hissed that he absolutely had to see his face.

‘Do I have to personally go and rip the door off?!’

“O-okay! Th-then, just five minutes! Let me tell him first!”

In front of the tier-1 poison skill user threatening me with a raised purple tail, I eventually succumbed.

Click.

I closed the door behind me and took a deep breath, then peeked at him through the curtain.

“Karvan.”

His eyes, which had been turning the pages of a book with one hand, turned to me.
His expression asked why I was letting him see my face during the day for once.

“You see. There’s someone who wants to meet you. It’ll only take a moment?”

“Who is it for you to make such a face.”

“Have you ever heard of the Skollcat? You know, the….”

“The Divine Outcast.”

Huh? He knows.
I widened my eyes at the answer that came out while I was wondering if he would understand the term ‘boss monster’.
But at the same time, a sense of foreboding washed over me.

“…That’s right, but you can’t say ‘outcast’ in front of the Skollcat. He’s very sensitive about that word, so a poison-coated scorpion tail will fly at you immediately. You have to be polite. He’s someone even Baalzeph grovels before. Got it?”

I quickly finished explaining, glancing at the door in fear that the impatient Skollcat would burst in.

“Skollcat. Did you wait long?”

‘For a s*ave, seeing his face is quite a hassle.’

Only after begging him two or three times absolutely not to say anything unnecessary could I pick up the Skollcat, who was tapping his sponge-tipped tail waiting, and bring him in.

‘He cherishes him so much, as expected of someone who was waiting desperately.’

“W-when did I wait!”

‘When, you ask? Every night you went out with wistful eyes… Oomph!’

“Ah! Haha! Skollcat, you and your jokes. That was to look at the moon!”

I freaked out and covered the Skollcat’s mouth, but it was already too late.

“…….”

Beyond the slightly fluttering curtain, I saw the corners of the expressionless man’s mouth rising as high as the cliffs of Bahalgras.

Ugh. I’m doomed.
Avoiding his gaze, which was like that of a satiated predator, I tried to continue speaking.

“Ahem, a-anyway, ta-da! This is Karvan.”

Trying to change the subject as if performing a magic show, I pulled back the curtain with a swish, but a deep silence followed.

‘…….’

Strange. Why is no one saying anything.

By now, he should be saying things like, ‘You waited for a guy like this?’ or ‘He looks like nothing special!’
Puzzled, I looked down and saw the Skollcat’s tail puffed up like a feather duster.

‘…You. How do you possess the power of a God Slayer?’

“Eh? What power?”

‘Quiet! I’m asking that guy, not you!’

Flustered, I looked down at the Skollcat.

This haughty ‘Divine Outcast’ had never spoken directly to anyone but me until now.
He treated everyone, including Baalzeph and the Empire vampires, like livestock.

‘How dare I, this great body, mix words personally with lowly things? You listen and convey it to me, nya!’

Saying he didn’t want to talk to those below his level or whatever, he always made me convey his words indirectly.

‘What are you staring at? Answer me! How do you still possess the authority of a deposed God Slayer!’

But, that Skollcat was now talking to Karvan.

‘Wait, what is that divine sword? Did you steal it from this naive and absent-minded thing? No wonder the Grim Reapers’ reactions were strange! Just how many did you cut down, you cunning beast!’

I didn’t know what he was saying, but it felt like he was scolding him furiously.

‘The power of a God Slayer. I was only guessing.’

Of course, Karvan didn’t blink an eye.
Rather, he spoke incomprehensible words and was even smiling leisurely.

‘Thank you for confirming it personally.’

…Does he think that iron cage makes him invincible?
The Skollcat’s tail can pass through that cage in one go!
He can make poison thorns grow from under your feet right now!

Whether he knew my burning anxiety or not, Karvan continued to speak with an attitude that was still arrogant beyond measure.

‘In that case. Will my power work on you too?’

Looking at the Skollcat, who was hissing with bared teeth, as if watching a pet cat performing tricks, he rested his chin on his hand and spat out the words.

‘Are you still a god, or not. Aren’t you curious, ‘Divine Outcast’?’

Ack. I reflexively squeezed the hand holding him.
Since the word ‘outcast’ was nothing short of a rage button for the Skollcat, I was certain he would explode and stab Karvan with his scorpion tail.

‘…Y-you, h-how dare….’

But the Skollcat just stuttered, dumbfounded, as if he had been punched in the jaw.
He seemed so flabbergasted that words wouldn’t come out.

“A-ahaha, I’m sorry. Karvan is a bit mischievous by nature….”

“I wish you would call me by my name usually too. It sounds good.”

Just! Stop it!
I sent a glare to the crazy wolf who was still leaning back with open arms in an arrogant posture, oblivious to the atmosphere, and smiled awkwardly.

“Skollcat? I’ll apologize on his beh…. Ah?”

However, the apology could not be delivered.

“Wh-where are you going!”

Thrashing like a freshly caught tuna, the Skollcat escaped from my arms and ran out so urgently that his claws made a clatter-clatter sound.

“…Skollcat! Are you sulking?”

‘Sulking, my foot! Do you think I’m an ordinary person like you?! Get lost!’

Flustered, I chased after him and knocked on the door, but only a voice filled with disgust came from beyond the door, which was tightly locked with purple vines.
It was the first time I had seen the Skollcat, who didn’t even blink in front of Baalzeph, show such a reaction of revulsion.

“Are you angry because Karvan called you an outcast? I’ll apologize for him.”

‘…Shut up! Go and hold that mad dog’s leash tight, nya!’

The Skollcat shouted that he could smell the foul stench even through the door and told me not to come near him until I got rid of that guy, so I had to return to my room as if chased out.

“You’re showing your face often today.”

Meanwhile, the ‘mad dog’ greeted me from inside the cage as usual.

“…You, what did you say to the Skollcat? Did you curse at him?”

“Didn’t you hear it with me.”

I did. But it didn’t seem like much.

‘Will my power work on you too?’

To say he’s acting like that because he’s truly afraid of Karvan’s power… boss mobs like the Skollcat are immune to the ‘Freeze’ status effect.
Of course, leaving aside the fact that his skill is abnormally strong, Karvan can’t use skills right now anyway. This is the ‘neutral zone’ Midvalen.

So, if a fight broke out, the Skollcat would win 100%, and given his usual personality, he would have stuck his scorpion tail in him immediately.
Why is he avoiding him and reacting with such disgust, as if he can’t stand the sight of him?

Absolutely impossible, but almost as if… he was scared.

‘…You. How do you possess the power of a God Slayer?’

God Slayer.
Come to think of it, I had heard that word before.

‘Don’t lie, nya! There’s no way the power of the God Slayer is still left, nya, he should have been exiled and disappeared….’

The Skollcat said that while asking about the Varg scent remaining on my body.
I asked what that was back then too, but he told me I didn’t need to know.

…Just what is a ‘God Slayer’ that the Skollcat, who acted like he had nothing to fear in the world, is acting like that?

I stared intently at the floor where the claw marks remained with a strange feeling, but there was still nothing I could know.