Shattered scenes unfolded before him, piecing together a preliminary answer.
This was a toy? Something to amuse a child! Made for a child who usually disliked moving? To play with him!
Ruger looked at the chains, then at the six thick, powerful wolf legs.
He had considered all sorts of possibilities and already lowered his expectations considerably, but now that he understood what the shabby Monster Wolf actually was, he still could not help feeling astonished. Astonished by how absurd the thing was, by the child's bizarre appearance, and by the power of Monster Wolf's creator. A toy for amusing a child that could forcibly restrain a Formal Wizard-this thing was simply there to help look after a child, and could even drag him into exercising.
Of course, the child who got to enjoy this toy was no ordinary child either.
Ruger had used the Divine Object Art to find a way to make Monster Wolf acknowledge him as its master. That information should have been deeply embedded within Monster Wolf, something he would inevitably read sooner or later. Exactly when the Divine Object Art would reach it depended on luck, but all of this rested on one prerequisite: Monster Wolf's original master had already died. It was just like the Demon Dice. Even if he gave them to someone else now, that person would not be able to use them, because their master was still very much alive and kicking, standing here stroking an artificial, shedding wolf from tens of millions of years ago.
Yet the sight of this child inevitably gave him some cause for concern.
Monster Wolf's existence and purpose demonstrated that Wizard's power, while the child's unusual appearance suggested that the Wizard very likely belonged to a special race.
Those two things together meant an extraordinarily