At first, Diana simply moves away from the resting place of her family. Somehow, I can now understand her even better than before. There's no doubt that a small connection formed between us after I accepted the pact. Even though she feels the urge to stay around the tombstones forever, she forces herself away, knowing that it won't change anything.
I let her run for as long as she needs to. About half an hour later, we slow down a bit and change to a light trot. Diana angles her head to glance at me questioningly and I smile at the big wolf, playing with one of her impressive ears.
"It might be hard to explain where to go so let's try something special, alright? I'll focus hard on Shino's location through the bond I share with my mate. Try to pick up on the direction if you can," I say to my new friend, wondering about how much she will now be able to understand.
Our gazes stay locked for a moment longer as I consult my bond with Shino. Diana's glowing tongue then flicks out of her mouth to lick her snout and she shakes her head just like a dog, which she technically is, to some extent. She then picks up the pace again, moving much faster than before.
Still, I just know that she can go even faster. Out of her consideration for me, she doesn't push herself to her limits. Not even close. Right now, I can only hold onto her lush black fur, hoping that my strong grip doesn't rip any patches off. I would hate to both wound the wolf and damage her ferocious beauty.
Getting an interesting idea, I create a specific mental image in my mind before calling forth my Void Chains. From what I understood, Diana is an existence closely connected to the Void. She even has it in her name, kinda. So, she shouldn't feel too uncomfortable with what I'm about to do.
Usually, I bring forth the chains or other forms of bindings from some surfaces around me, but right now we are mobile and that's out of the question. There's a little tingle in my head when I look down at Diana's impressive form and I lean more into that feeling.
Dark purple belts snake out from underneath her and wind around Diana in the form of a neat harness. Its source is clearly located over her rib cage so I can safely assume that her heart or the very core of her being is where the magic originates from. Nevertheless, with a few crossing lines, my imagination forms two angled handholds, one per Diana's shoulder, and I grip them tightly. There are similar pieces for my feet and I find a comfortable position in my new, makeshift saddle, leaning forward like on an incredibly fast bike.
And I have a feeling we instantly go faster than any of those mechanical steeds ever could.
The hiss of wind in my ears makes me smile a little as Diana skilfully navigates through the forest. Thanks to my high Tier and quite insane stats, my senses are capable of keeping up with her pace, at least to some extent. A few quick jumps and side steps bring a blurry image to my eyes, but otherwise, I can appreciate her eagerness to bring me to our destination as soon as possible.
If I'm not mistaken, the others should be arriving there soon. We might even get back to them in time for the audience with the royal family.
Possibly sensing my thoughts, or at least my desire not to be late for something important, Diana picks up her pace even further. But, what surprises me the most is the sudden lightness I start feeling in my chest as wisps of black smoke begin rising from her fur. A faint trail of misty darkness remains behind us as we make our way forward.
I'm not entirely sure what it is, but I can tell that this something is asking me for permission. I consider my options for a few seconds and finally decide that it has to be the work of my canine companion and stop shielding myself from her influence.
In an instant, we link even stronger and a purplish haze covers the edge of my vision. Diana lunges forth, completely unbothered by the thick tree standing right on our path, and pitch-black darkness replaces my sight with a flash. I shiver lightly as we spend less than a second in that empty world, emerging out of it without an issue.
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I Own A Brothel In Another World (Ch. 1-196)
FantasyAlastair Carter is a 27-year-old marketing and management teacher like many others around the world. Well... maybe besides the fact that he teaches some of that world's prodigies, but it's just a small detail. Even though he loves fantasy novels, he...