Panita the Priestess and Her God

On the quiet riverbank, the white mist had already dispersed completely, and the surviving Ice Thorns had been carried away by the current. Only beneath Blaze's hooves was there still a small patch of ground baked dry by flames, the sole sign that this place had been the battlefield of two mid-level Magic Beasts just a minute ago.

Landen looked at the wolf, the human, and the Werewolf before him, and felt he might have been a little too arrogant.

"Human lord, greetings. I am Panita, a high-level Life Priest. Your army and your family's Great Fairy have already reached our camp twice today. Since you are so impatient to see me, what business do you have?" The Werewolf's tone was so calm it was as if she were merely exchanging pleasantries with a neighbor, and her courteous words left Landen somewhat surprised.

"This priest was disrespectful to a Magic Great Fairy this afternoon," Landen said, pointing at Waldi Wolf-Claw. "Originally, I went to their camp tonight only to ask for an explanation, but the moment he saw me, he ran. I could only chase after him and ask."

"I swear to the gods, Waldi is merely foolish, not evil. If he truly harbored ill intentions toward the Magic Fairy, let lightning strike him dead right now." The White Wolf priest spoke so lightly, and after she finished, she even glanced at Waldi as if looking at her own foolish son.

"Ah, this..." With this wolf sister being so straightforward, Landen instead found himself unable to continue. After all, Landen had only wanted a handle on them; if the priest really died, where would Landen go to find an agent? "I am not trying to have Priest Waldi struck dead either. I am the leader of the Gallop Tribe, a