Pavel could hear their feet, the tens of them. His unit wasn't far behind after they saw him soldiering into the citadel's front entrance alone. Learning that his daughter was not with the other Paladins, or patrolling with his wife, it was clear he sought to do this alone. What was the purpose of risking other men for his own family? If his daughter was dead, oh, his daughter...

He didn't slow, not deliberately. Pavel kept his pace, but he didn't want to be tired by the time he encountered some sort of otherworldly monster as described in the notifications sent out.

At the same time, he was still wondering why they hadn't reported that there was a Squire missing in action, or let alone killed. Had she been betrayed? Or had she sacrificed herself for others to escape? He didn't know, personally he didn't want to know.

"Sergeant!" a voice echoed loudly from behind, from approximately fifteen minutes back where he came from. This corridor made everything strange. He couldn't tell how far he had gone, but he was sure he made progress.

How fast were they making progress? He wasn't going to look back, there was no reason to. If there were no enemies in this passageway, there was no reason to be concerned about them, right?

The air was dry, and as he heaved, it felt like it was biting away at his throat. Not only was it drained of moisture, but it was sharp and hoarse on the lungs.

Even as he was pacing himself, it felt like he was being slowly and deliberately drained of his stamina, purposely weakened to lag behind. His eyes shifted to the runes that adorned the walls, the glyphs which his daughter had etched onto the book that was on the table back at the camp.

There seemed to be meaning to them, though he didn't get a close look at the journal, it was clear that she had circled things and written down notes. Deciding to slow down to a quick stroll, he refused to stop moving and maneuvered himself closer to the wall on the far right side of the passage.

There were a number of wolf-like illustrations, things that looked akin to undead, disease, and others that looked more like after-life references and bonafide greatsword wielding warriors.

Finally, he came to a stop as he pressed his hand against the wall. The air was still cold and dry, stale even. Looking down either direction all he saw was the glowing runes fading to darkness.

There was no hint of the entrance he came in through, nor any of the rooms that might be ahead. Just total darkness which kept him from seeing either end. "How is this corridor so long...?"

He started back up again, running a hand along his neck as he secured the good luck charm his daughter had made, the wooden doll she had carved for him especially. Taking on a jog once more, he neglected the continued echoing sounds of his unit calling after him. There was no use in returning their calls, waiting for them could lead to Neia's death if she wasn't dead already.

"What... The hell is this place...?" Though he couldn't hear his footsteps due to his enchanted boots, the man could very well feel how heavy each of his movements had gotten. "It's like it is the gateway to hell or something, but why is it so cold?"

"Hm, you're not wrong, but you're not right either," an aristocratic voice sounded behind him, one he didn't recognize, which caused the ranger to draw his magic bow and skid to a stop. Using his momentum while bringing his body low as he drew back the bow string as he turned around.

Now facing a man who appeared to have manifested out of nowhere, he raised a brow as he had his weapon aimed directly at the being. The first observations he took note of was the dark half-plate armor, blue robes over and underlaying it, along with a white-furred tattered blue cloak.

His appearance seemed almost elegant a noble like, he even had a short clean vandyke-styled beard. Pale peach skin and two-toned eyes. Yet the thing that took his eyes the most, were the two wolf-like ears that protruded from the top of his head.

Every part of him looked human until he got to that one little detail in his appearance.

"Who are you!? Identify yourself!" Pavel snapped as he rose to a half-crouch, ready to move out of the way of any probable attacks. He could see his breath whilst he exhaled calmly out from his nose.

"So... You are the one related to the Squire, how quaint." those gold and blue hues traveled over the much smaller human ahead of him. "What sharp eyes you have, Baraja. Very much father like daughter, wouldn't you say?" His words caused the one known as The Black or the Mad-Eyed Archer to tense up, he knew who he was.

"Where is my daughter?" His fingers were tightening around the bow string. "What have you done to her?" Then, he paused lightly seeing the man staring back at him unflinching. This humanoid being, with wolf ears, seemed to see him as nothing more than an annoyance. That was the scary part, he wasn't showing fear nor great aggression, but he was egging him on.

Seeing as Pavel had taken the bait, he grinned a devious grin, "Your daughter's safe... For now." It seemed the ranger was taken by his emotions, far too distracted as wasn't a battlefield, it was a personal matter.

"For now...? What are you planning on doing to her?" Pacing in a slight semi-circle, the creature's form shifted to compensate, as if he was compensating for his backside. Glaring his eyes at the being, he was curious about what he was covering.

"If you wish to see her alive, you will surrender your bow to the ground in which stand on. Otherwise, you will die here." Fenrir didn't care very much for the man's questions, but he was going to be blunt and straight up with the man. "You don't want that, now do you?"

"My Unit will be here at any moment, you think you can threaten me into submission?" Pavel tightened his grip on his bow once more, fire clearly being seen in those feral eyes of his.

"I really like those little blue orbs of hers," the wolf uttered aloud as his tongue would then travel along the inner walls of his lips, the tip poking out along the way. The very gesture proposing a sexual inclination.

That's when Pavel let two arrows free, sending them directly at the wolf's chest, only for them to dissipate into the air upon contact with the armor itself. "What...?" He felt a tinge in his chest.

Fenrir didn't move, he was completely unfazed by the attack, he just remained smiling towards the human ranger from the nine colors. "You have about five minutes to surrender. Make your choice wisely, for I am sure your Unit will also depend on your answer."

"You would slaughter my men, simply for following after me?"

"Your Paladins decided to attack me after entering my home, I didn't kill any of them, despite how much I wanted to." That was when it struck Pavel, this creature hadn't been the aggressor at all. At least not from the words it had shared, and its intelligence... He couldn't call it a beast, now could he? Lowering his bow slightly, he stared at the being.

"Is that your surrender, Baraja?" These words had the man drop his bow to the ground, surrendering it as if literally following the man's words. He even removed his scabbard from his belt, dropping it to the ground with the weapon still sheathed inside.

That was up until he turned his head to the side slightly as if to look behind himself.

At that moment, Neia peered out from behind the cloak. Father and daughter matching gazes near instantly, it was as if they were looking into a mirror thanks to the untamed seeming eyes they shared.

"Eh...? You're alright?" Pavel was slightly confused, his eyes tracking back to the strange eared man. "What is the meaning of this?"

"Oskar Luminus tripped and shoved me to the ground, in the process of taking my book, to be eaten by the man who chased them off." Tears were welling upon in her eyes, making them glossy. Neia then took two steps out from behind Fenrir, to move beside him, only for the eight-foot-tall being to place his hand on her shoulder. It was as if he was telling her she was going far enough. "Those cowards didn't even use Detect Evil before attacking and retreating!"

"Betrayed by her superiors, her comrades, she was left to my mercy and I could've done anything I wanted." His head slowly lulled to the side, as his eyes trickled back on over to her. This was something she already knew, considering he had coped a feel when he first picked her up.

Pavel's eyes were going back and forth between the two of them, before resting her eyes on the bow which was in the scabbard at her side. It didn't look like any sword he had ever seen.

There was even a ring on her finger, something that he didn't remember her having despite hardly ever seeing her. His gaze then moved to the other man's hands, noting two rings.

"Who are you... Even...?" Pavel stood there with his arms dangling at his sides, he wanted to run over and take his daughter by the hand. Part of him wanted to entirely embrace her.

How long had it been since he had seen his daughter? How long had it been since she had hugged him the moment she saw him? She had become independent, she had grown so much and yet... As he watched those tears roll down her face as she could only look at him, kept in place by a single hand that was on her shoulder, very close to her neck.

It was as if she was on a leash and he was behind a glass wall.

"How rude of me... My name is Fenrir, Fenrir the God-Killer, Patron God of Wolves and Shadows. You are in the Citadel of Hel, my home. If you wish for your wife to survive, you will help identify her if the Paladins storm the Citadel, or you... Could you walk back outside and join her?"

Pavel stared at the man as he had given his name and his titles, his epithets being rather offputting, to say the least for the mortal man. "Patron... God?" In a way, he didn't quite believe this man to be a God, despite the fact knowing whoever had moved this massive construct here had to be a being of power themselves. "You're aware of what is going on outside?"

"I can see as far as the Re-Estize Kingdom's furthest territories, and well past the Holy Kingdom's maritime fleet. I can even peer into that of Theocracy's Capital and the Elven Forests..." Now it just sounded as if he was boasting, but it was true, for the most part.

Pavel's gaze moved to his daughter, who seemingly nodded as she wiped her tears upon her tunic's sleeve. His eyes then fixated on the thumb which was caressing the bare area where the stump of her neck joins with her shoulder.

Was Fenrir comforting his daughter? Pavel couldn't quite tell if that was an advance or otherwise. If he could pick up his bow and take aim, he was sure he could end the probable threat. At the same time, there were doubts that this creature would even give him the time to act.

Fenrir could see the expression deeply rooted within the elite warrior's eyes, he was scrutinizing his touch, it almost made him openly chuckle. Instead, though, he slowly released his hold on Neia's shoulder.

Immediately the Squire looked up to Fenrir, batting her eyes up at him curiously, before taking a short sprint over to her father. She immediately wrapped her arms around him, embracing him in a hug.

"I'm so glad you're alright!" Pavel sighed as he held the back of his daughter's head, squeezing her tightly within her arms. "When I saw you weren't in the camp by the wall... And learned you were left behind, I couldn't..."

Slackening his hold slightly, he began to observe the change in her hair and the complexion of her skin. She had changed since he had last seen her, but she seemed much different.

"Bare the thought of losing your little girl?" Fenrir huffed as he finished the sentence of the Ranger as he walked over and placed his hands on their shoulders.

Her hair was softer, it had a brighter light to it and her skin seemed almost flawless. Had she been using beauty products or going through treatments of some sort? His eyes moved to Fenrir once more before he noticed a strange aura about him. Something that he had missed during their immediate confrontation due to his emotions getting in the way.

That was when he heard a loud snapping sound, and the ranger glanced down to find his magic bow which he had placed on the ground was broken in two. His eyes were wide at the sight of this.

"You won't be needing it," Fenrir uttered under his breath, clear enough for the human to hear.

Without a second more, their surroundings had changed in a hardly noticeable flash of color. They were now standing in the center of what appeared to be a solid black road with white dotted lines, with concrete curbs, green grass, and homes coated in plastic sidings.

Powerlines littered the area above their heads, along with a brilliant false sky, similar to the one Neia had seen on the first floor but very much different. There were a number of clouds lining the edges. It was clear the floor was circular in shape as if they were in the center of a snowglobe. The sky above was stuck in perpetual twilight, stars dotted the skybox above. It was unlike anything either of them had ever seen before.

The two humans parted from one another and looked at the sights around them. It was like looking at an alien terrain. "Twilight..." Uttered Neia as she stared up at the sky, then over towards Fenrir. "This is the place you called 'Twilight Zone,' the floor Nidrennyius oversaw?"

"The Floor?" Blinking Pavel hardly understood what he was seeing, "What is this place...? Who is Nidrennyius?" He was obviously confused and he had every right to be considering how disorienting Hel's Citadel was designed to be.

"You're still within the Citadel, this is my creation, and it is no illusion." Fenrir gave a slight gesture towards the homes which had driveways and full modern-day appliances.

The Twilight Zone was one of the most detailed data hogging floors within the entire citadel. It turned a modern suburban center into a massive maze. Though after learning from Nidrennyius, it appeared that this entire place had become real, even the fruit-bearing apple trees.

"So... Because you created this, you fancy yourself a God?" Pavel scratched his chin at this before narrowing his eyes on a massive Angel which consisted of dozens of wings, hovered overhead.

It was Nidrennyius, a First Sphere angel known as an Ophan.

"Father... He has Angels who serve him, ones that can speak. They're nothing like the ones the Paladins can summon, they have a mind of their own..." Neia spoke from her own accounts. She had met each one of them, heck, she had been practically living in the Throne room since her training began. At least except for when she was in the hot springs.

"You are a God...?" Pavel was letting everything catch up, and he could see that his daughter believed in the very facts she was spewing. "You created those angels?"

Fenrir simply nodded with an unamused expression, it didn't look like he felt to need to spell it all out for the human. Though it was clear the ranger was still bitter over the broken bow.

However, it would give his unit good reason to believe he had either been killed or taken. It was all the more reason to get their troops moving outside, wasn't it? A faint smile could be seen across his lips.

"Why did you bring us here, Fenrir-sama?" Neia asked as she balled up her hands at her sides, her gaze occasionally leaving him and observing nearby curious trinkets and props like a random pink flamingo.

"Throughout the duration of his stay here, until the situation is resolved, he will choose one of these dwellings as his temporary housing. They are optimized for families of four to six individuals," Fenrir was now speaking analytically and he was hardly trying to sell it to them.

"You want me to stay in this strange place?" No matter which way Pavel looked, this place felt far too organized and looked easy to get lost in. Though he doubted he would be lost for long if that did occur. "Will my daughter be staying with me?" He narrowed his eyes on Fenrir.

"That is up to her, but she will continue her training under me during normal hours of the day." Fenrir crossed his arms over his chest as if expecting this Pavel guy to try throwing his fists, which would be inevitable as useless as his bow had been earlier.

"Do you really have any intentions of letting us go?"

"Us?" Fenrir looked over the man, "Your daughter is now MINE. The only one I will let go is you." He emphasized the idea that Neia was now his, as she had recited an oath to him even if it was merely to appease him.

"What do you mean by yours...?" The corner of Pavel's mouth twitched.

Neia moved between the two of them, sensing continued discord, "Father please..." She had her hands out in front of him as if to calm her father down as she used a pleading tone, he hesitantly began to step down.

...

Thud. Pavel lay there unconscious in the grass, his chest slowly rising up before deflating as he let out his breath. Sprawled out on what appeared to be the front lawn of a small rancher property, the elite ranger was hardly moving.

"F-Fenrir-sama! What did you just do to my father!?" Neia stared down at her father as she put a hand through her blonde hair, turning her head to look over at Fenrir, her eye wide and accusingly glaring at him.

"Put him to sleep," Fenrir scratched the side of his head with one finger looking down at her. "He wasn't being cooperative, so pacification seemed to be the best route to take."

Pinching the bridge of her nose hearing the information he was spewing, before throwing her hands out in front of her, somewhat panicked as she pleaded. "You told him I was yours, obviously anyone in their right mind would assume..." She let her arms drop to her sides, "I...I suppose I should be grateful you didn't kill him..." Neia turned away from the tall werewolf, looking over her father who seemed to be peacefully sleeping there in the middle of foreign terrain. "He had talked back to a God, even after seeing what you created..." Squatting down by her father's head, she ran a gloved hand through his hair. She then tilted her head back to look up at Fenrir, pursing her lips.

While in a way his assessment and actions were thought out, for the most part, this was only a temporary fix for a long-term problem. Fenrir had given him two choices but forced the first one when he didn't give an immediate answer.

Then he took her father prisoner, gave him a place to stay which was far better than a jail cell, but then also told him he pretty much owned his daughter. That he owned her.

In a way, Fenrir could very much get away with owning her, either as a slave or as a lover. Neia didn't really think that she was that kind of material, at least as a lover. She was modest, she couldn't see herself on the same level as him and the social construct she had observed all her life was near obscured by the way she was being treated by him.

Fenrir was Scholarly, but he was also arrogant, at the same time he was far from ignorant. This God knew what he wanted and could get away with just taking it. Instead, he had been trying to wedge himself into her heart, into her mind, and into her good graces.

He wanted her trust and she wanted to give it, but only if reason permitted it. Gods were not inherently good or evil, which was well represented in the Theocracy's pantheon of Great Gods.

The one thing that sat well with her though, was the fact that he wasn't turned off or away by her eyes. If anything he had locked his gaze with her own. Not many people would do that, not with her. Did he like her eyes? Neia began to wonder, what did he want out of her other than leading some sort of faith that involved Shadows and Wolves?

Her eyes rested on those ears on the top of his head, they were twitching. A light blush formed over her face as she thought about touching them.

Fenrir clearly heard her heart rate quicken for a few seconds and saw the heat rise to her face, and began to stroke his beard. Though still, he said nothing as within a minute of that blush appearing, it was gone as she broke her gaze from him.

"If I wanted to kill him, I would have done it in the very beginning, rather than capture him and bring him deeper into the Citadel. Though I doubt he is a threat, he is essential."

Parting her lips, Neia believed she understood his words, "Because... You want my trust?"

"No, because it would destroy you if I were to kill him," Fenrir's eyes transversed over her face, as it contorted into an expression of surprise, before tracing over her collarbone before letting out a sigh. "Or it would completely turn you away from me, or even against me."

Neia could analyze his stern tone in which he used, he was completely serious with his words. "I am a Paladin. I swore fealty to you, Fenrir-sama, if I were to go back on my oath, what would that make me?"

"The Roble Holy Kingdom really doesn't deserve you," Fenrir shook his head as she raised to her feet. It was clear he was praising her with these words, but she still admired her kingdom. She saw its glory, its power, and even though it wasn't as powerful as other nations... It was still her homeland.

"Perhaps," Neia rubbed the side of her face with her hand. "It is my home though, and I will fight for it, even if I have to fight just a portion of it in order to save it." Her eyes traced over God's face, trying to see what his response would be. "So please, Fenrir-sama... Don't spoil me with your praises."

"A patriot, it's been a long time since there had been one of those..." Fenrir seemed to have softened eyes from the words she had shared and the ones he had given in return.

Neia simply blinked up at him when hearing this though, not sure whether or not being such a thing was good or bad to him. Seeing his eyes told her, he was actually happy to hear about it, but she didn't really understand why.

As if seeing her slight confusion, he spoke up again with a question that caught her off guard almost immediately. "If I were to spoil you with praises, would you trust me less?"

"No... Not necessarily?" Neia gazed up at him inquisitively, not understanding why he was asking this question in particular. Resting her palm against the bow which was in her scabbard, she shifted to one side as she stood in place. "Why were you so adamant about me being yours...? To my father, I mean. Does it have something to do what you said before? About seeing a kindred spirit in me?"

She had to admit, that sounded romantic if anything it was as if she was reading into a synopsis of some sort of epic. A god falls for a peasant girl who struggles with a sword. At the same time, she again had a hard time believing this God as it seems he was, liked her in such a fashion at a first glance.

"I... I don't know if I'm crossing a line by saying this, but I think you and my father... Could get along... If you both find something in common, perhaps he'll accept you." Her eyes turned back towards her father as Fenrir too looked at him with an absent look in his eyes.

"I could erase his memories and start over." Taking a step forward, Fenrir looked over to his Squire, raising a brow to see her reaction.

"No," Neia flashed her gaze right back at him again as he came up with the idea of wiping her father's memory of him. "Do not try erasing my father's memories," she massaged her temples as she couldn't help but shake her head at this, "Please don't."

"Huh..." Fenrir knelt down and picked Pavel off the ground, carrying him towards the closest suburban house and opening the front door. The living room had a dark maroon carpet, vanilla white walls, a television box, and a sofa. There were plenty of stock photographs and paintings on the walls as well.

He rested the man down on the sofa, before turning to look at Neia who was standing in the doorframe to the entrance of the house. Her eyes rested on him before she crept further inside.

Her gaze immediately went to the television and her brow raised, before going to the ceiling fan and over to the direction of the kitchen with no door separating it. She walked passed her father and Fenrir and looked it over. Waxed wooden floors, a small dining table for at least five people, and granite counters. The cabinets seemed to be made out of dark wood and the refrigerator was something she had never seen before, it as bigger than any icebox or pantry she had seen.

"What... Kind of house is this, Fenrir-sama?" Her head turned to look at him curiously as she could hear the water heater going in the basement, despite how subtle it was.

"Hm... Judging by the design... Four bedrooms, two bathrooms, one kitchen, one common area, and a basement which I assume has a personal laundromat. It's a small family home." Crossing his arms, he raised a brow at her. From what he knew from her they were not a technologically advanced civilization, but they were more advanced than the Medieval times of Earth.

"That's not what I meant... What are these things?" She gestured her two hands out to the electric stove, then towards the microwave and the fridge, to the television as she stepped outside the kitchen and then towards the imagery that obviously weren't paintings.

"That's a stove, the area beneath it that opens up is an oven. That's a microwave, it's utilized for warming food up, that's a television and these are photographs generated by light and ink."

"Photographs..." Tasting the word on her lips she shrugged lightly and began to wander around the room, looking at pretty much everything. Neia padded on over to a jewelry box and picked it up in one hand.

"What's in this?" She tossed it up and down slightly, feeling that it wasn't empty.

"Not sure?" Fenrir crossed his arms.

"Fenrir-sama, Had... uh," she paused as she was caught in thought before continuing to speak, "People ever lived here before?" It was a normal question to ask, considering all the personal junk laying around.

"Not from my knowledge, no one lived in these houses, they were built and furnished for show." This was truthful, in one way or another. As the house wasn't originally something someone could enter normally.

Hearing his answer, Neia could only nod in acknowledgment. Gods creating something because they could don't sound too far fetched. Though she was rather curious about the clothing and the things she saw in the photographs. One thing added up though, the photos were not all of the same family.

Turning her attention back to the jewelry box in her hand, she pursed her lips. Popping the lid open with her other hand, she nearly jumped as a song came into motion with a tiny dancing ballerina rotating inside. This caused her to fumble the box, before catching it and accidentally slamming it closed.

"What...?" Slowly opening it, she peered inside as the Ballerina stood up and begun to spin once more with the song. The clicking from the gears was scarcely perceptible, but she could recognize there was something inside making it tick. Closing the box, "Can I have this?" Neia inquired as her head turned to face Fenrir.

Fenrir seemed pleasantly surprised by the things that seemed to be inside the house, and what could be in the others as well. It seemed everything, according to the Ophan's report, has undoubtedly become real.

So when she asked if she could have it, he simply nodded and turned his attention over towards her sleeping father. He had used the 『Sleep』 spell on him, nothing too advanced.

"Thank you..." Neia smiled lightly to herself, looking down at the box and opening it again after having closed it for a second time. The ballerina was heavily detailed, despite how small the face was. She was sure her mother would love something as delicate as this and began wondering if the other houses had similar treasures, or maybe even the other rooms.

Padding over to her father, she placed the box down on the ground beside her as she crouched to his level. "How long is he going to be asleep, Fenrir-sama? You'll have about three days until the Paladin Order storms the Citadel with their full force..." Her eyes drifted over to him, "Knowing Grandmaster Remedios-dono."

"And...?"

"If you can talk it out with the Order, there may be a chance of there being a peaceful resolution for all of this... If you allow it, I can have my father deliver a message to them" Neia in a way didn't want a number of the Paladins to die in vain, but at the same time, they'd likely still see him as an aberration. At least Remedios would, especially if she saw the massive furball he could be.

"We can try it your way, of course, but if it doesn't work they will run right into their deaths..." Fenrir warned as he frowned as he knew from past events in earth's history, that humans rarely accepted the unknown. It was clear she had accepted his divinity due to his accomplishments and likely his holy aura.

He doubted though, that everyone was the same as her. Her mind seemed different, and she appeared fixated on wanting to have someone or something to believe in.

"Trust me, Fenrir-sama, and I will learn to trust you more," Neia shared a smile with him as to allow her words to appeal to him.

Fenrir felt a sensation of nostalgia wash over him as he heard her words, though there was no real apparent expression on his face. He could recall the times in which he first joined Ainz Ooal Gown, the Guild which had Conquered the Great Tomb of Nazarick.

He remembered how he learned to be apart of a team, and for the most part, become friends with everyone he played beside. As they had gone off on dungeon raids and farming, he was often told to trust in the plans of others.

At first, he didn't really like the idea of working with others and didn't trust anyone with his own life. Even if it was just a game, he had led a life that always had someone looking to take from it

There was only one person he couldn't become good friends with though and it was that Evil Chuunibyou. While he could find his dark romanticisms quite comedic, he didn't like the man too much either. Thinking back on it, he wished he could've made up with Ulbert, even if it didn't mean much. Their communication ended when he had left Ainz Ooal Gown, as it did with most of its members except for Momonga and Buku's brother Peroroncino.

Fenrir silently thought to himself as his eyes remained on Neia... How was Kazeumi doing? Was she alright? Had he died in the other world? If he did, was she sad? He briefly remembered reports of people disappearing, but he wasn't sure if it was even related to this at all.

Picturing her with tears running down her face, his expression contorted and morphed into something equivalent of self-condemnation and grief. A vacant look in his eyes, a strange stinging feeling of guilt making a lump in his throat. He was almost taken by his own imagination.

"Uh..." Neia raised a brow seeing him this way, not having seen him like this for the past few days that she had known him. "Fenrir-sama?"

His line of thought interrupted by her small voice, the image in his mind vanished and he resumed a more presentable expression. "Hm?" Hearing her address him by his newly assumed name, he raised a brow. "What is it?"

"...Are you all alright? You were making a very... Painful expression." She creased her brows as she stared up at him, he was still an impressive figure as he was able to tower over her. His emotions while they were normally hidden behind a stern wall or an arrogant exterior, had been far too clear.

Seeing as he just nodded in response, she parted her lips before hesitantly moving on, "Can you wake up my father...? Leave me alone with him, so I can talk with him?"

"Ah... Yes, but I'll leave the door open," waving a hand over the man, Fenrir cast a spell using silent magic. Without waiting to see Pavel's eyes flutter open, the proclaimed God was walking out of the house and onto the front lawn.

Neia remaining by her dad's side, watched as the man left the house, before turning her gaze to her father once more. Seeing his eyes open, she smiled lightly, "Hey..."

Nearly immediately Pavel's arms captured her in a strong embrace, a hug, something she hadn't gotten or felt from him in a long time. Even though she had gotten a similar embrace earlier when it was revealed she had not been killed.

"My daughter... Neia," Pavel's gaze shot forward over her shoulder at the strange box television that was sitting on top of a stand of some sort. His eyes then roamed around the living room, "Where..." His eyes drifted to the open door where the man who had put him to sleep was standing several meters away from in the middle of the yard. "What happened? What did he do to me?" Massaging his eyes with his thumb and index fingers, he sat up on the sofa.

"He used a spell to make you fall asleep... Fenrir-sama means you no harm."

"He means me no harm?" His eyes flickered from her to the man outside, then back to her again. "The man-beast didn't even hesitate to put me under. He threatened your life in order to..."

Neia was just staring right through him with the very eyes she inherited from him, a deadpan expression, "He's not a beastman, he's a God. He didn't threaten my life Fenrir-sama is just..." Her head turned to look at werewolf, "Lost."