At last, they had blasted that guy who never did any proper work out of here.
Looking at the castle now restored to peace and quiet, the people around the dining table let out relieved sighs. At last, they could set their minds at ease and slowly savor the bacon sandwiches, crisp on the outside and tender within, along with the delicious meat soup in their bowls.
It had to be said that without the burden of being exploited, today's meal tasted exceptionally good—more appetizing than ever before.
In the hall, the few people who had independently arrived at the same thought exchanged glances and found the same relief and delight in one another's eyes.
That damned snake really was inhuman!
At once, they silently spat curses, and a shared sense of suffering welled up in their hearts.
Come to think of it, it was a long tale of bitterness.
Several centuries ago, one of the twelve wedges used to divide the Age of Gods, anchor the earth's surface, and maintain the balance within and beyond the planet—the Holy Lance Rhongomyniad—was suddenly awakened by its holder, causing Ley Lines across the globe to become active.
Mysteries that had lain dormant for millennia began showing signs of revival throughout the world.
The Wild Hunt, magical beasts, fairies, ghosts, angels, and many other species that had existed only in written records awoke and began moving about, triggering a massive upheaval in the hidden world.
Saint Martha, who had secluded herself by the banks of France's Rhône River, and Wise Wolf Horo, who had housed part of her divine will in the wheat fields of Northern Europe, were both awakened by this sudden change.
By a fortunate twist of fate, the woman and wolf crossed paths again through a series of coincidences and