Chapter 18: Docile yet Hostile

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No One's POV
Lamb was about to head back to Anura until a certain door caught his eye upon seeing a royal blue door with a teal crown on the middle and on the top of the door. The door itself is located right between Leshy and Heket's doors.

'I wonder what's behind this door? A new realm, perhaps?' He pondered for a bit before they walked up to the door. Sadly for Lamb. They only have 9 followers in their cult, but the door to Stormhowler Valley needs 10 followers to open it.

'Darn. I only need 1 more follower to access this door.' Lamb proceeded to go to Anura once again to go on their crusades again.

~Meanwhile at Stormhowler Valley~
(Y/N)'s POV
'Jeez. I have shaved my facial hair,' I thought to myself while touching my chin and my sides of my face.

I then go to a bathroom in my temple, and my followers put so much dedication in constructing my temple since everything in here is just right my size since I'm 25 feet tall, human bishop.
"Okay, time to shave," I muttered to myself as I turned my teal crown into a razor shave. I then go in front of a mirror with a pool of water in the front.

~25 minutes later~
I finished my shaving session, and I washed my face, removing the hair off my face before my teal crown turned into a face towel.

My face was so feeling smooth without facial hair, and the face towel became my teal crown again.

I then got out of the bathroom, and i saw my husband come up to me.
"Cotton? You okay, my dear?" I asked the white bunny as i crouch down to his size.
"Our scouts received a report that the Lamb is crusading on Anura." Cotton informs me, and my eyes went wide for a solid 10 seconds.

"Cotton. If the lamb comes here. I need you to inform the others to stand down. " I commanded to the white bunny, and Cotton nodded before he left the temple.

[A few days later]
No One's POV
The lamb has enough followers to open the door to Stormhowler Valley, and they could see a howling winds from the inside.

'I wonder who's that fifth bishop that lives here.' Lamb took the initiative to go through the door.

The winds were howling in their ears, and they saw the plants around the area being blown.
"This is a one wild weather," Lamb muttered to themselves as they wondered further in the area of the realm.

The Lamb stumbled across a stone sign writing on it.
"Stormhowler Valley has an unpredictable weather, and only the mighty Bishop (Y/N) can control the weather itself. Killing forbidden in this land, or you will be punished." Lamb reads the writing on the stone, and they raised their eyebrow upon reading it.

"This one is odd, but I never knew this bishop was benevolent... Still, i must be careful. " They muttered to myself as Lamb kept walking.
The winds stopped blowing, and the sun was coming out.

"That's better." The sheep let out a sigh of relief while walking in the cobblestone path.

[3 Minutes later]
(Y/N)'s POV
I emerged from the portal below, and I see the Lamb in front of me, getting into a defensive stance while turning their crown into a sword.

"So... you finally came... good... Then i have a few times to tell you, " I talked in a stoic tone while looking down at the sheep, and i could see Narinder's red crown on the head of his so-called vessel
"How did i know that you're not hostile?" Lamb asked as their eyes narrowed towards me.

"Oh, isn't it obvious. I ordered my cultists to stand down. " I answered the sheep while i crossed my arms under my black long robe.
The lamb expression softens, and then they turn their sword into a red crown once more.
"That... makes sense." The red fleece lamb was perplexed about my answer.

"Come now. Little Lamb. I have something to show you. Followed me. " I say in a calm tone as i begin walking forward.

The Lamb hesitated for a moment before they followed me.
My followers step aside as we walk by while the guards/warriors bowed down to me in respect.

'I wonder how Lamb reacts to this,' I thought to myself while walking towards the path to the temple.

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