Path To Godhood Begins With Marrying Wife And Gaining SSS Rank Skill Chapter 470:The Flutist

Days gradually flowed by following the wedding and the previous clashes.

Without anyone grasping the exact cause, the tense war atmosphere along the border unexpectedly quieted. Demon troops, who had pushed forward boldly before, now eased their advances, while numerous fronts grew hushed.

Nobody truly comprehended the shift.

Whispers circulated through the borderlands of potential new talks between the empire and demon armies.

True or false, those tales held little sway as the battlegrounds stayed oddly still.

Ethan wasted little effort fretting over it. With the conflict on hold for now, he relished the tranquil days.

For the first time in ages, Blanks' residents could relax free from endless fighting pressure.

Blanks grew even safer thanks to Amber and Kassandra, the two mighty Legendary rank warriors now bolstering its defenses.

Scarce were the nearby powers bold enough to confront them head-on.

In the meantime, Ethan's offspring had matured.

A number had already shown their talents in diverse tasks, prompting Ethan to hand out various Blanks territories to them for independent governance.

Silverridge, a thriving valley famed for rich soils and merchant paths, fell to Ray's rule.

Ironhold, a sturdy mining zone by the northern peaks, came under Herion's command.

Lunavale, the graceful river land renowned for bustling bazaars and rivers, went to Nera.

Stormwatch, the seaside bastion guarding western bluffs and ocean lanes, was awarded to Leo.

All took their duties to heart, overseeing their domains with Ethan's counsel.

Yet one individual outright declined involvement.

Miranda.

Ethan's suggestion of a territory for her met instant rejection.

Her blunt denial left Ethan shaking his head.

He quietly conceded that handing her a whole city could spell disorder. To shield the populace, he chose not to impose it.

Freedom to roam aimlessly wasn't hers, though.

She remained obligated to aid in city governance and defense as required.

During a serene afternoon, Miranda strolled Blanks' avenues.

Over the years, the city had transformed greatly.

Fresh structures rose, bazaars expanded, and merchant trains now streamed steadily via the portals.

Along the cobblestone path, Miranda ambled, eyes scanning her surroundings.

Memories of her youth's cityscape flooded back unbidden.

Streets had been narrower then, with vast sections still abuilding.

Today, all appeared grander and buzzing with life.

Shopkeepers hawked wares to passersby as kids dashed about giggling. Food aromas wafted from vendor carts amid the clang of smiths at their forges.

Through the thronged lanes, Miranda moved silently, taking in the sights.

At last, she arrived at the city's heart plaza, where a big throng clustered.

Excited murmurs rose from the assembly.

Miranda's brow arched faintly.

Interest ignited within her instantly.

She wove forward, nudging past the onlookers softly.

There, she beheld the spectacle drawing all eyes.

In the plaza's midst loomed a fellow.

A enormous Direwolf accompanied him.

Its dense gray coat and gleaming fangs lent a fearsome air, even in repose.

The fellow appeared utterly at ease, toying with the beast.

He rubbed behind its ear as the monster's tail swished gently, akin to an oversized pup.

Surprise made Miranda blink.

"Ahh… isn't it dangerous?" she inquired, eyeing the giant wolf with intrigue.

"Don't worry. It's in full control of the tamer."

Those assured words came from the man by the giant Direwolf, grinning at the spectators.

Hearing him eased the nearby folk a bit.

The hulking creature roamed placidly, directed by the tamer's basic signals. At times it sat; others, it bounded gracefully over the plaza's clearing.

Every action flowed precisely.

"Look at that!"

"It really listens to him!"

Cheers and applause erupted from watchers as some clapped.

Kids pointed gleefully, bursting into laughter at the behemoth.

Arms crossed at the group's fringe, Miranda observed intently.

Undeniably strong, the wolf's razor claws and bulging sinews could shred a human swiftly. Its predator essence lingered despite the tame demeanor.

Even so, the audience unwound further as the show pressed on.

The beast tamer led the Direwolf through a series of feats. It vaulted over a wooden barrel, rolled across the dirt, and unleashed a booming howl at the man's cue.

Cheers exploded from the crowd after every stunt.

The little performance dragged on for a few minutes.

Then, out of nowhere, an unexpected twist unfolded.

A tiny boy, barely five or six years old, emerged from the crowd's edge.

In his little fist, he gripped a scrap of meat, probably tumbled from a nearby stall.

Giggling with delight, he dangled it before the wolf.

"Hehehe… doggy, bite it…"

Several grown-ups spotted him all at once.

"Hey!"

"Kid, stop!"

Yet the boy had already inched nearer.

The Direwolf, moments ago frolicking peacefully, went rigid in an instant.

Its ears flicked up while its piercing eyes zeroed in on the meat.

In a split second, the air turned tense.

The creature's frame dipped low. A subtle killing glint sparked in its stare.

Then, it sprang into action.

WHOOSH!

With horrifying swiftness, the Direwolf hurtled toward the boy.

"No!"

Shrieks of terror ripped through the onlookers.

The crowd exploded backward in chaos. Frightened adults shoved aside, while a few lunged for the child but stayed too distant.

Miranda's eyes bulged wide.

She sprang into motion without hesitation, her form shooting ahead.

She raced toward the boy at top speed.

But the Direwolf proved swifter.

In the blink of an eye, the beast covered the gap.

Its huge jaws yawned open as it barreled at the little boy. Behind him, the adults had recoiled in panic.

The boy's legs quivered uncontrollably.

He backed away but tripped and crashed to the ground.

The meat slipped from his grasp.

The Direwolf's fangs plunged straight for him.

Right as doom seemed certain, a sound pierced the air.

A soothing tune.

Serene and crisp.

Flute notes drifted gently over the square.

The melody held an eerie beauty.

It clashed wildly with the surrounding mayhem.

Still, its power struck instantly. The Direwolf locked up mid-pounce, body suspended.

Its fierce eyes dimmed, sharpness fading away.

The beast touched down softly, just paces from the scared child.

The tune kept weaving through the breeze.

Tension melted from the Direwolf's muscles, the killing aura gone for good.

Its head drooped gradually.

Obeying the sound utterly, the massive creature plopped down in perfect calm.

Stunned hush blanketed the entire square.

Wide-eyed stares fixed on the spectacle.

Miranda, inches from the boy, halted sharply. Her eyes swiveled toward the flute's source.