Sora Kurusu, The First Artificier

Me and my slave girl arrived at an unknown location. Found close to the mountains, there has been an unoccupied building that has been lately being used. The villagers nearby would often find very polished swords lying about, but then one day the swords stopped appearing, and they were greeted with an extremely large, white wolf.

The local militia of the Village couldn't risk their frail lives, even with the same said high-grade swords they've taken from there. They've sent us able-bodied adventurers to go and investigate.

"Master, do you think-"

I nod to her, and with a flick of my wrist my hands sparked a reddish arc of lightning. She pulled out a small dagger that I've made from spares over the past three days. We moved forward, slowly. I focus myself on the surroundings around us, 'From what've read, a large species of wolves are territorial. Even a pack of three wolves would leave one behind…' I observe the dry dirt ground below us, there wasn't much to the tree sides, only green moss grew around its lower ends. I lowered my guard a bit.

'No marks, then that must mean…' My heart hammered down on me, I felt a familiar feeling. It's the same feeling I've felt every time I'm being watched by someone, or in some cases, something. My slave hugged my left arm tightly, she could also feel the weight of the stare. I hesitated for a moment, but I knew that even the villager would've felt this from afar. They wouldn't have come here at all. Then finally:

"I think it is rude to watch…" Out loud, I spoke towards the direction of the strange feeling, as my suspicions are confirmed by a large red paw that came out from the forest brush, followed by the large body of a white wolf.

'I knew it, a Fenrir…' I grinned.

"Are you here to steal more, Thieves?" It said, without even moving It's maw. I was taken aback by the majesty of the creature. Fenrirs, according to this world's myths and legends, are a legendary race that consisted of large white wolves that can be distinguished from normal Large wolves by their Reddish paws and tail ends. They hold absurdly large physical and magical prowess and are revered by some religions that involve the Goddess of wind. It stares intently at me and my partner.

"Well, are you mortals going to answer?" It asked politely, as expected. The Fenrirs were known to be humble, even to 'criminals'. I cleared my throat of any doubt. "Well, we aren't the same people to have kept taking swords here. Aren't we?" I said. The Fenrir moved closer and my slave held my arm more tightly, my stomach was grounded in fear and in Curiosity. And then, the Fenrir took one huge sniff through It's large nostrils. It sits down.

"You are curious about me, but your slave doesn't seem reluctant to even look at me…" It stares calmly at my slave, who's head was now turned to the large wolf. "y-You're not going to eat us?" She asked, in fear.

"No, humanoids are a complete waste of time, even when eating them…" It replied. My little slave dropped dead onto the ground. "Well, now that's she's asleep…" I placed my hand on a rock, wiped it, and then sat down. "There are a few things I'd like to know, Sir Fenrir…"

"Hmph! Humans, always putting their nose where it doesn't belong…" It raised it's head, Then it looked back to me: "Then again, you aren't humans. Aren't you?" it then reared it's head forward.

"You and I both have one thing in common, Sir Fenrir, We both are curious about little things. Even if it weren't total global destruction…" I said as I placed my hands together.

"What is it you wished to know, mere Human?" It asked as it finally plops down on it's belly in front of me. We spent the entire afternoon talking, I asked about the mysterious swords appearing around the forest, It's response was: "My master likes taking his time mastering his craft, those swords were merely failures to him…" I looked back at the swords when I checked their stats. Magical conductivity of A+ is definitely at least military grade. Then I asked about who his master is, Response: "He goes by the name of Arthur, but I am not to reveal his identity nor his current location, even if you are, or was, his friend…"

'Interesting…' I thought 'To have this level of craftsmanship, yet alone in the midst of nowhere. He must be like me…' I thought 'Enjoying the fun of creation, without being disturbed by the noise around me, and by that I meant this senseless war…'

"Are you planning on meeting my master, Human?" It instinctively replied, as if it knew what I was planning next. 'Well, I shouldn't be surprised that legendary creatures know how to use Detect thoughts, they are magically inclined after all…'

"I would like to know the basics of making weapons, and I would like to learn them from someone who calls A+ Magical conductivity basic…" I said. The wolf raises it's head towards me "You think too highly of yourself, If you think you can take advantage of my master's kindness…" My slave girl suddenly stood up. And confronted the Fenrir by standing within eating distance.

"Little girl, step aside. I must teach your master a lesson…" but my slave girl didn't move. Instead, she also opened her mouth, and said: "I know you care for your Master's safety, but please be reassured. My master isn't the kind of person to take advantage of kindness given freely…" she turned around and took up my hand. It shakes violently

's-Should've I not done that, Master?' she said telepathically.

The Fenrir before me eyed both of us, it's yellow pupils staring at us, as If it was trying to break us open, Like a can of sardines, to see what kind of horrible rot lied beyond the shell of honesty.

'I think you did well, standing up even when you're afraid…' I reassured her using telepathy. The great Fenrir let out a small growl, but then said: "Very well. It seems you both do not have the intent of taking advantage of us…" It said "And neither of you wish to join the senseless violence that pursues us either…" A gruff voice called out from the same forest brush the Fenrir appeared from earlier. He was covered with a large beard, and was covered in soot on his hands and his face. He is holding in his hand a crumpled apron.

He bows his head down: "Pleased to meet you, I am Arthur…"