Omniscient First-Person’s Viewpoint-Chapter 509: Boiling the Hound First

If the opponent is human, Azzy is powerless. As the King of Beasts, Azzy can only resist in the most passive way possible, ensuring she does not harm them.

However, if the opponent is not human, Azzy is more dependable than any other king of beasts. She will tear through everything with the ferocity of a wild animal—except humans. She would never harm a human.

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"Awwoooo!!"

Azzy dashed forward like an arrow and struck down a wolf. The wolf twisted desperately in an attempt to escape, but Azzy clamped down on its nape and flung it aside. The wolf tumbled across the ground, struggling a few times before going limp.

While one wolf fell, the rest of the pack had already fled far away. Azzy, her mouth stained with blood, glared at the retreating wolves. With no thought of revenge, the defeated pack lowered their heads like broken soldiers and disappeared beyond the plains.

Azzy kept her fur bristled, watching the wolves until they vanished. Then, she relaxed her expression and barked brightly at the human she had protected.

"Woof!"

The King of Beasts was friendly. Even with blood smeared around her mouth, it was difficult for humans to fear her.

But at that moment, as the humans gathered the bodies of those mauled by the wolves, their gazes toward Azzy were filled with resentment.

Sensitive to human emotions, Azzy tilted her head at the strange hostility hidden within their stares.

"...Woof?"

"What are you smiling about...? My son is dead...."

A weeping woman, kneeling beside a straw-covered corpse, clenched the hem of her skirt. Though unseen, her grief was palpable. Azzy’s ears and tail drooped.

"The wolves shouldn’t have attacked in the first place.... Why did we have to fight them?"

"Woof."

"It's because of you! It's all because of you...!"

The woman glared at Azzy with trembling rage.

"If only you weren't here! The wolves wouldn’t have attacked this place!"

"Hey, sister-in-law! Calm down!"

"That's enough. The King came to help us!"

"Help? Help?! Until recently, everything was fine! I was happy with my child! But now, it’s all over! It's all over!"

Some blamed, some mediated, some hesitated, and some subtly encouraged the accusations. Amidst the chaos of human voices, Azzy slowly curled into herself. Her bristled fur flattened, and her tail, once wagging with energy, now curled tightly between her legs. She only watched the people, hesitant and uncertain.

Sigh. This is why you need to be more flexible.

Catching up at last, I finally arrived, panting from exertion.

"Hah, hah. Damn, I’m out of breath. Azzy, you done here?"

"Woof...."

"Good. Well done. Let’s head back. There's an important meeting."

Azzy nodded and immediately began to move. I barely had time to catch my breath before I had to turn right around.

"Hey, hey. Slow down. Humans can't keep up."

Though I had built up my stamina, I still couldn’t match Azzy’s pace. I hurried after her, but suddenly, she stopped and spoke.

"Woof. Do you... not like me?"

"Huh? No. Why?"

Azzy crouched down, not even looking at me as she murmured.

"Woof woof. Humans... hate me. They wish I wasn’t here."

"Well, that happens. Not everyone in the world likes dogs."

"I like humans."

"You should learn to dislike some of them. There are plenty of bad humans out there."

"There are no bad humans."

"Feels like you got that backward."

Bad humans are everywhere. But bad dogs? There are none. Because bad dogs either die or become wolves. Dogs can only be good, and as the King of Beasts, Azzy is the very embodiment of that goodness.

"So, really, the people treating you badly are the truly bad ones."

"Woof? You?"

"What? When have I ever treated you badly?"

"You broke your promise!"

"It’s not like I broke it on purpose! And wasn’t the whole promise thing changed in the middle? It’s different from how it started!"

"I don't know!"

Yeah, what would you know? You and I are just beasts in the end.

But a promise is a promise. Even if a problem arises, it must be kept. Only then will we understand what the problem is. The choice is only whether to keep it now or delay it—breaking it is never an option. In a life where death isn’t an escape, you have no choice but to push forward, step by step.

"Don't dwell on it too much. I’ll take care of it soon."

"Woof."

I had already planted the seed in their hearts. They would soon make a cruel decision, feeding on their own fears and anxieties.

But they were making one great mistake.

They thought their choice could change the world.

Orcma’s grand assembly was not held in Obeli, but in Ende. There was no place large enough in Ende to gather so many people, so the outskirts were cleared of tent settlements to make room. Even so, with nearly all of Ende’s citizens attending, the open space was packed shoulder to shoulder.

And on the platform, standing before all of Ende, was none other than Poyna of Orcma.

"We are now facing a great catastrophe."

Normally, it would be Mayor Treavor or Lord Sapien speaking, with some loud-voiced figure relaying their words through a speaker. But Poyna had insisted on delivering the speech herself, so Mayor Treavor, after some hesitation, respected her wishes. Her voice was naturally loud enough to carry even without a speaker.

"Wolves have appeared. Packs of wolves that once roamed outside Ende have torn through our fences, killing our sheep and our people. But even that is not enough for them—they now seek to devour every one of us. To those beasts, we are nothing more than prey."

Poyna, despite being a pig beastwoman, was an adept speaker. There were no pauses from nasal congestion or awkward breaks—she read the script smoothly. Mayor Treavor compared her speech to the prepared script, nodding slowly.

He believed in equality among beastkin. Given the chance, they could achieve just as much as humans. All they needed was opportunity. It was a strange turn of events, but he didn’t see it as a bad one. If a pig beastwoman led this war and won, she could earn dignity for her kind.

"But they are nothing more than beasts."

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However, from here, the speech deviated from the script. Poyna briefly glanced at Mayor Treavor before pulling out a separate sheet of paper from beneath her script.

A new speech, written by Orcma.

"Wolves do not kill entire flocks of sheep. Their goal is to eat, not to exterminate. The same applies here. Their purpose is not to wipe us all out. Beasts do not attack cities without reason. The wolves have another objective."

"...Miss Poyna?"

Poyna believed in equality. All beastkin were equal, and pig beastkin deserved the same treatment as the rest. If given the chance, they could prove themselves just as capable. That was why she had attacked Obeli—to seize power.

And now, she had to hold onto this opportunity, no matter what she had to sacrifice.

"The wolves are targeting the King of Beasts."

Poyna pointed at Azzy. Startled by the sudden attention, Azzy flinched, her eyes widening.

"Why are wolves attacking a great city? Why has the Wolf King come to Ende? It is all because the King of Beasts is here. In other words, if the King of Beasts were to leave this city, the wolves would withdraw and chase after her instead."

"Poyna! This is...! Mmph!"

Mayor Treavor tried to protest, but Urukfang swiftly restrained him. With Treavor silenced, Orcma had nothing left to stop their speech.

"We can overcome this threat. But there is a smarter way to avoid unnecessary losses. There is no reason for our homeland, our Ende, to become a battlefield."

The murmurs in the crowd were growing. But there were no boos or jeers—Orcma had already spread rumors in advance. In the chaos of recent attacks and looting, branding someone as the cause of misfortune was far too easy.

Then, with more force than ever before, Poyna declared,

"I hereby issue an exile decree for the King of Beasts."

Orcma’s followers. The pig beastkin who had been planted among the crowd. And those who had heard and fully believed the rumors. They all erupted into cheers.

Every beastkin in the crowd—except for the dog beastkin—was celebrating the decision.

"Ende will not fight the wolves. The King of Beasts must leave the city before the day is over."

"Woof? Me? You mean me?"

Only now realizing she was the subject of the discussion, Azzy perked up her ears and looked around in confusion. Before I could even answer in a more diplomatic way, the crowd roared.

"Get out!"

"Leave!"

Normally, these people had no sense of order whatsoever, but now they were perfectly in sync. The chants grew into a single, unified voice.

Azzy, the King of Beasts, was sensitive not only to humans but also to the emotions of crowds. As the collective hostility of rejection bore down on her, she slowly shrank back. Her uneasy gaze turned to me, as if asking what she should do.

Sorry. I don’t have an answer for you right now.

The regressor remained silent, even as the situation unfolded exactly as I had planned. But the sheer amount of killing intent radiating from them made it clear how much they despised what was happening.

Good thing I warned them in advance. If I hadn’t, a few people here might have lost an arm already.

"Uh, ugh?!"

"Stop this farce at once!"

And then, it happened.

Mayor Treavor broke free from Urukfang’s grip and leaped onto the platform. The startled orcs moved to stop him, but Poyna swiftly signaled them to stand down.

Shouldn’t we stop him?

Treavor is a highly respected dog beastkin. If we suppress him now, there will be backlash.

But if we let him speak...

I have a way to handle it.

The orcs quickly exchanged opinions and ultimately decided to let Treavor be.

Panting from exertion, the mayor stood atop the platform and shouted,

"This is an oath! We must fight the wolves! If we flee or turn our backs, we will lose our pride!"

"The dog beastkin may think that way. We won’t stop you," Poyna said, her tone laced with mockery.

"If you want to fight the Wolf King, then fight. Take up arms and protect the King of Beasts. The choice is yours."

A common rhetorical trick—disguising coercion as choice. Orcma was no different from humans in this regard.

"This isn’t about the King of Beasts! It’s about the treaty we made with the vassal states!"

But... could they truly accept a fair fight?

Why was Ende allowed to remain a free city for beastkin? Why was it ruled by an official in name only, with hardly any humans actually living here?

What did they truly need to fight in order to be equals?

Mayor Treavor shouted, his voice filled with desperation.

"Ende's autonomy was granted on the condition that we «N.o.v.e.l.i.g.h.t» stand against the wolves! Ende is the shield of the vassal states! It is the barrier meant to hold back the growing threat of the wolves!"