Chapter 223: Traitorous Soldier

"What do you mean by traitorous?" Aaron asked, curious. He wanted to know why this Werewolf wasn't favoured by these guys. "He revealed our location to a group of humans in exchange for money and food. We were on an expedition to obtain resources for the others when this traitor decided that it would be a good idea to reveal our current location in exchange for some food and supplies. He thought nothing of it, but then the humans of a random city or army came and assaulted us. Our old village was burned down, and now we're gathering supplies to strengthen our new one. The ruler of our land decided that it would be beneficial to our future if this traitor was murdered. That's what was happening. So, if you do not mind, we will take him off your hands, and then you can visit our ruler. Does that sound like a fair deal?" The second Werewolf explained, his finger pointing at the Werewolf behind Seph.

Aaron looked over towards the Werewolf, a somewhat concerned expression on his face. "You really fucked up with this, didn't you?" Aaron asked as the scarred Werewolf looked away from him. "Well, there isn't much that I can do for you, Werewolf. Unless you can provide a reasonable reason for your treason, you're not going to be looking too good in this situation." Aaron warned the Werewolf, who didn't say a word in response. Aaron sighed, his eyes turned back to the two standing Werewolves. "Well, it doesn't matter to me what happens to him, so he's in your hands. However, I won't hand him over until we get to speak with your leader if that's fine with you. After all, I like to believe that everybody can redeem themselves. I'm an example of that." Aaron explained, his eyes floating over to Crystet. He had made a reference to the incident.

Crystet just sighed before speaking up in response. "Aaron is a relatively decent person right now, but if you saw him a while ago, you wouldn't believe that this is the same person. It's almost like he's an entirely different person if you can understand what I mean by that. Now, I'll be quiet and let this situation blow over. I'll leave you all to deal with this situation, and I'll only make myself present when necessary." Crystet explained before teleporting away, using his Supreme TimeStop as a getaway.

"Like usual, VCrystet likes to make a very clean exit. Now, back to our little talk." Aaron said to himself, waiting for the Werewolves to process what had just happened. "Now, do you agree to my terms? After all, if you don't, I'll just take this guy away and deal with him myself. However, I think you might find it better to deal with him on your own, no?" Aaron asked, bringing a unique point to the table. After all, why would the Werewolves want someone else to deal with their traitorous soldier?

"Fine, you may talk to him, but I will warn you. He is not the best at communications. Take that sentence as you will until you actually converse with him. Do not underestimate him under any circumstances, or else he will kill you on the spot. Do you understand?" The Werewolves warned everyone, and Aaron just shrugged them off. "Please, it's not like he's a god, is he? After all, I haven't met a single person, bar the people here and that white-haired swordsman, who can pose any significant threat to me. So, I do hope that you're prepared to witness an intriguing conversation between your leader and us, the Kingdom of Monsters." Aaron responded, preparing himself for whatever he may be subjected to by this supposedly non-conversational leader.

"Fine then. Follow behind us. We'll guide you to the village, but make sure you keep that traitorous soldier secured at all times. We don't want him escaping from us, and if you let that happen, this meeting will be called off before it even starts, and you all will be subject to the extreme ire of the leader." The Werewolves threatened Aaron, who stared them down. He looked directly at their souls, so to speak, delivering something worse than fear. He brought upon them something called true terror.

"Do not worry. I will make sure that the Werewolf doesn't leave. After all, I'm a man who makes sure that his end of the bargain is always upheld. However, if we're doing this correctly, I may as well show him a sign of respect." Aaron explained, his hand melting away. After just a second, all that was left was a bony outline of his hand. "My original form, if you will. The body I was given when I started out in life, and the sight I want to end with." Aaron explained, his melted flesh disintegrating into the atmosphere. "It's a sign of peace, truth, and willingness," Aaron explained, his hands sliding into his trouser pockets. "Now, let's get ourselves started. I want to make sure that we get everything done by the end of the day, as I have a tournament that I need to run. It's a beautiful day outside, and I don't want to do this. After all, nobody should waste days like this." Aaron said to himself, making everyone think he was going even more insane than he already was.

[You know, Aaron, you really should replace the skin on your hand. After all, skeletons aren't that common of a monster in this world.] Memica explained, scaring the hell out of Aaron. He was not prepared to hear Memica's voice in his ears. 'Wow. I thought you were taking a backseat in my mind, Memica. At least, that's what you said you were doing.' Aaron responded.

[Oh, that's what I AM doing, but I just wanted to let you know of this before you went and made a fool of yourself by having a skeletal hand. It only worked on the King because he didn't know much about monsters. Now, I'm going to shut up again and leave you to your business.] Memica responded.

After around twenty more minutes of walking, a wall of wooden logs appeared in Aaron's vision, and he knew where he was. "This is the village of the Werewolves, also known as the Werewolven Village." The Werewolves announced as Aaron sighed.

"Well, at least this is better than what I would have expected from a newly-formed human village. Now, where is your leader?" Aaron asked, cutting right to the chase, as that's all he came here to do.