The Temptation of Delicious Food

It happened so quickly that many people failed to react.

The mammoth's body split into three pieces, and only when they hit the ground did blood gush out.

Ivan the Terrible stood bathed in the mammoth's blood, silent for a long time as he simply stared at its head.

Watching the dear friend who had accompanied him for over four hundred years die, Ivan the Terrible was strangely calm.

As the first Yaga, he had done it in order to survive. Yet in the process, he had lost something important that he could only have possessed as a human.

Ivan the Terrible understood that he had lost. Before the Russian Lostbelt had even entered the competition, it had already suffered a complete defeat.

When he raised his head to look at the giant, he found that it was already charging down at him.

Ivan the Terrible had prepared himself to accept the fate of defeat, but the attack never came.

When he looked up again, the giant had already spread its wings and left the battlefield. It seemed to have no intention of killing him, though it appeared to have taken the mammoth's trunk with it.

He did not know why, but had it spared him?

He soon realized that he had been gravely mistaken. The rest of Chaldea were watching him like tigers eyeing their prey.

He was Ivan the Terrible, known as the Terrible Tsar, yet he had fallen so low. Ivan the Terrible thought of a saying: a tiger stranded on the plains was bullied by dogs.

People of Proper Human History, are you so certain that your world is the right one? Do you truly wish to kill our world? Do you not feel even the slightest shred of guilt?

Ivan the Terrible began his interrogation