"It wasn't some long-planned scheme, and we didn't have any ulterior motives. You just happened to be on the route to the town we were attacking, so we figured we'd deal with you along the way. Who knew..."
Lynn gave him a dead-eyed stare. "Who knew you'd hit a brick wall?"
The Werewolf sobbed, his body twitching, looking on the verge of bursting into tears.
If they'd known this harmless-looking young man was such a monstrously powerful spreader of curses, they'd have had to be sick in the head to mess with him!
And under a blood moon, at that.
This was a monumental stain on their lives as wolves!
And... and they'd even been...
Defiled! Their bodies had been defiled!
O(╥﹏╥)o
Boohoo.
"No crying!" Lynn calmly pointed at the Werewolf's head and said:
"Let me ask you again. Why were you attacking that town, and what's going on around here? Just tell me everything properly, and I won't make things difficult for you! I'm not a devil, after all."
The Werewolf swallowed and said, (.;ﾟ;:益:;ﾟ;.):
"That town is called Silent Town. Its people are survivors from the Holy World. About... about three hundred years ago, an army from the Holy World opened a passage to this world and descended here."
Lynn hesitated at that. "Oh? What did they come here for?"
The Werewolf stared wide-eyed. "I think... I think they were searching for the lost legacy of their world."
"From what I know, their world suffered some kind of catastrophe three thousand years ago, which caused a break in their civilization. Five of the thirteen objects they revered as Sacred Relics fell into this world..."
"So they launched an expedition to this world three hundred years ago."
Lynn froze.
Then he sank into thought.
Three thousand years ago...
Three