Path To Godhood Begins With Marrying Wife And Gaining SSS Rank Skill Chapter 471: Persistence Efforts.

Moments after the Direwolf halted abruptly, the whole plaza stayed perfectly still.

Nobody stirred.

Spectators gawked at the massive creature perched calmly before the terrified youngster. The kid remained seated on the ground, eyes bulging wide as he shivered faintly.

Whispers gradually rose up.

"What… what happened there?"

"That wolf nearly chomped the boy!"

"Why did it halt so suddenly?"

A few folks mopped sweat off their brows, eyeing the beast with residual dread.

Certain mothers dashed ahead to scoop their kids back into embraces. Some just gaped at the Direwolf in utter shock.

All the while, the soothing flute tune lingered in the breeze. Heads turned bit by bit toward the melody's source.

A figure emerged from the throng, advancing steadily while blowing the flute.

His pace stayed unhurried and firm.

The instrument stayed close to his mouth, the soft notes pouring out.

The masses parted naturally to let him pass. The figure headed right for the Direwolf.

Miranda observed him intently now.

He came to a halt right before the colossal beast.

The tune died away.

He eased the flute down. Then he crouched and extended a hand tenderly toward the Direwolf's head.

His fingers stroked the dense fur behind the creature's ear.

The animal emitted a gentle noise and flicked its tail a bit, just like a big pup relishing a pat.

The man rubbed its neck softly with a subtle smile. The wolf seemed almost playful then.

Shortly after, he halted and raised his gaze.

His eyes shifted to the tamer positioned close by.

"Take it away with care, so it doesn't hurt anyone," he stated evenly.

The tamer rushed up at once.

He dabbed sweat from his brow, nodding vigorously.

"Yes… yes. Many thanks."

"I never thought it would rampage out of nowhere."

The man gave a single nod.

"Tame it right next time."

The tamer seized the wolf's leash swiftly and led the beast off as guards hurried in to bring order back to the plaza.

City guards showed up and worked to soothe the masses.

"All of you, back up."

"Make some room."

The little boy got scooped up by his folks as they expressed gratitude to the guards and scurried off.

Meanwhile, the man melted into the crowd quietly, acting like the event never occurred.

He started heading out of the square.

Yet at the street's border, a figure blocked his way.

Miranda.

Arms crossed, she stared straight at him. The man paused.

He regarded her steadily for an instant.

An eyebrow arched faintly.

"Pretty girl," he remarked offhandedly, "didn't your folks warn you against tailing strangers?"

Miranda brushed off the remark.

Her gaze locked on the flute gripped in his hand.

"Teach me that," she demanded outright.

The man cocked his head a touch.

"Teach what?" he inquired, pretending not to know.

Miranda jabbed a finger at the flute.

"Teach me how you tamed the beast using that flute."

The man shook his head gently.

"You've got it wrong."

"No," Miranda shot back resolutely.

"I witnessed it plain as day."

"Your melody struck the beast and halted it."

The man examined her face briefly.

She seemed dead serious.

He let out a soft sigh and pivoted as if to depart.

"Pure luck," he claimed.

But Miranda lunged ahead and cut off his route once more.

"I know exactly what I saw."

Her tone grew earnest.

The man's brow creased a little.

"Such persistence."

Miranda dipped her head in a slight bow.

The gesture caught him off guard.

"Please teach me," she murmured.

Her voice lost its edge, turning genuine.

"I mean it."

The man eyed her for several seconds. Miranda lifted her chin.

Resolve shone in her features.

"I realize it's a big request," she went on.

"But I truly wish to master that skill."

"I've never witnessed anyone soothing a beast in such a manner."

The man folded his arms leisurely, scrutinizing her expression.

"You're asking some unknown man to instruct you without even learning his name," he pointed out.

Miranda gave a small shrug.

"You prevented a Direwolf from slaying a child."

"That suffices for me."

A soft laugh escaped the man.

"You're remarkably direct."

Miranda held firm.

"I'm serious."

The man glanced at the flute clutched in his palm briefly.

Then his eyes returned to her.

"You desire that lesson so much?" he questioned.

Miranda nodded without delay.

"Yes."

The man exhaled softly.

"You know," he spoke deliberately, "mastering something like this isn't easy."

Miranda showed no hesitation.

"I fear no challenges."

The man observed her a bit longer.

A subtle smile crept across his face.

"Well," he replied evenly, "it depends."

Miranda blinked in surprise.

"Depends on what?"

The man raised the flute just a touch.

"It hinges on if you truly possess the ability to master it."

The man gave a faint smile as he gazed at Miranda. "Not just anyone can pick this up merely by wishing to," he added calmly.

"A special talent is required."

He cast a quick look at Miranda's bright eyes, filled with unwavering resolve as they fixed on him.

For an instant, he averted his gaze and pivoted away, seemingly dismissing her. Yet Miranda refused to yield.

Starting that very day, she trailed him wherever he went.

Whenever he strolled through the market, she followed close behind. When he paused by the city gates, she lingered nearby, watching in silence. Even as he settled at a serene street corner to play his flute, Miranda stayed nearby, studying his every move intently.

"Father taught that steady persistence brings triumph. As his daughter, how could I surrender so soon?"

This went on day by day.

At times, she attempted to talk to him once more. Other times, she kept quiet and simply observed.

Initially, the man paid her no mind at all.

However, after a few days, he let out a weary sigh. One afternoon, he halted abruptly and spun around.

Miranda almost collided with him.

"Alright, little girl," he snapped, irritation evident in his voice.

"If you manage to play the flute in a way that pleases me, I'll teach you."

Miranda's expression brightened at once.

"Really?"

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