"Tyrant, if I may be so bold. Were the words you said just now true?"
As Elian followed one of Silent's Wolves, she suddenly asked out of the blue.
"You are going to have to be more specific. Which ones are you referring to?"
The metal wolf stopped and turned around.
"The one about seeing us as your children. And that you will kill those we wish dead."
Even as the Weapon tried her best to be emotionless, Elian could feel the rage coming from her body. The Snow Wolves of Fralhame did not lead easy lives. Subjugated, they were forced to become food and pets of those who conquered them.
It was a fate that perverted everything Fralhame stood for. Much like Fluffy, these noble creatures would rather die in combat than continue to live bound by someone else.
Elian gazed deep into the wolf's burning orange eyes and answered.
"They are. Who do you wish to be killed?"
"If I asked you to slaughter every human in this world to the last, would you do it?"
"No."
