Shota's Isekai NTR Adventure Chapter 2105: Forcing it out

When the day drew to a close, Lupus wore an expression of deep satisfaction, whereas I felt completely drained.

She had certainly held nothing back throughout those tests.

It appeared as though she had been longing to run for quite some time, but lacked the opportunity until now.

Given how much joy she had found in the experience, it took very little time for her to drift off into a deep slumber.

"Watch over her for a while; I shall return shortly."

The individuals assigned to this task didn't seem particularly enthused, yet they gave their word that they would comply with my instructions.

Of course, had Lupus truly awakened and sought me out, it was unlikely they would have possessed the strength to restrain her.

Therefore, I had to secure the information I required before she stirred.

Slipping away from the group, I infiltrated the territory belonging to the wind elementals. Having watched Lupus exert control over the wind to displace the gas, I had managed to emulate this technique with my own abilities.

At first, the wind elementals remained hidden, but eventually, they congregated around me.

"I need an audience with your ancestor."

Following my request, the pack of elementals scattered to seek out their forebear. Thanks to Lupus's guarantee, the wind elemental ancestor had long pledged to grant me an audience at any time.

However, it certainly seemed to rue that arrangement once I began posing my questions.

"Who was the individual that utilized the saddle on previous occasions?"

Though the ancestor lacked a discernible face, the way its airy form shifted betrayed its unmistakable discomfort at being asked such a thing.

It clearly had no desire to address the query.

"If you do not answer, I shall take my leave."

The surrounding elementals panicked upon hearing this, gathering tightly around their elder.

Ignoring them, the ancestor remained fixated on me, seemingly trying to discern if my threat carried any weight.

I simply stood my ground, waiting for a reply.

After an extended silence, I nodded briefly and remarked, "In that case, I will be going."

An air of flustered agitation washed over the ancestor, yet it still made no move to speak.

We were locked in a stalemate, a game of wills where, ultimately, the wind elemental ancestor faltered.

It had attempted to resist for as long as possible, but this was a boundary it could not allow to be crossed.

Finally, the ancestor had no choice but to call out, "Wait."

I pivoted back, though my expression remained devoid of patience. My gaze pressed the creature to speak with all possible haste.

The ancestor grew visibly discomfited under my scrutiny.

Clearly, it realized that merely stopping me was not enough.

Observation of its continued reticence prompted me to turn away once more, feigning my departure.

"It was the God of Wind, Zephyrus," the ancestor confessed, its tone heavy with the taste of defeat.

Having emerged victorious from our standoff, I turned to face the entity again. "Why was something like this done?"

"This is a private matter concerning her. Do you not agree that it is a subject better discussed with the individual herself?"

With a cynical smile, I challenged, "If she were willing to discuss it, would I be standing here now?"

A reflection of that bitter smile appeared upon the form of the ancestor as I spoke.

After spending so much time in their company, I had grown adept at reading them.

"Zephyrus was the one who created her in the first place," the ancestor admitted, dropping such a bombshell with a casual nature that it caught me completely off guard.

Upon processing the implication, I couldn't help but fix the ancestor with a look of utter astonishment.

"One could even classify her as their daughter."

I was rendered speechless, yet I understood the ancestor would offer nothing more. It was not a lack of knowledge that silenced7 it, but a genuine inability to elaborate further.

Indeed, I witnessed a violent tremor ripple through its form upon delivering that final revelation.

It seemed as if an otherworldly warning had been issued to the ancestor, a silent decree signaling that it had already overstepped the bounds of conversation.

If Zephyrus had indeed created Lupus—and the very saddle she used—it stood to reason that she had been manufactured for a specific, singular purpose.

As this realization settled in, a deep sense of sympathy for Lupus stirred within me.

It fundamentally shifted my perspective on her behavior earlier that afternoon.

Without a doubt, this was a byproduct of the upbringing she had been subjected to.

A part of me burned to hunt down Zephyrus and demand an explanation for these actions. But I held no means to locate such a deity, let alone confront them.

Even if I were to travel to the realm of the gods, I lacked any control over whom I might encounter.

Furthermore, I doubted Solista would champion my cause or assist me in tracking Zephyrus down.

I was merely a human; I possessed no authority to compel a god to meet with me, let alone extract an answer.

Consequently, the only path left to me was to support Lupus, ensuring she felt valued and secure.

After all, I was beginning to grasp the crushing weight of the expectations that had defined her past.