Extra's Perfect Ending-Chapter 237: Capture

We went back out of Duranberng"

Reeva said, his eyes looking into the gray sky. Then he looked back at Quin who was asking the question.

Even he displayed an affirmative look on his face. However, it then changed into that of an uncomfortable face.

"Apostle…. Might I ask… are you not of the sun god?"

Reeva looks at the guy harder than before. He knew that his answer was crucial for this matter. The faith in himself would plummet if he answered wrong.

"What is the sun god to you?"

Reeva’s eyes met Quin’s. His words directly pierce into the soul of the believer. This question would not have any weight if it was asked by a nonbeliever but the person right before him was an apostle. The gods have chosen this man.

At that moment Reeva’s smile seemed rather mysterious in the eyes of Quin.

"He is my savior, if not for him I wouldn’t exist. I serve the sun god because he is the most generous. For us to live under his grace is the best gift.

Quib closed his eyes and said with his utmost respectful voice. It has always been a truth for him.

Reeva’s smile grew gentler, then his eyes looked back into the gray sky. Distracted by the bridge repair.

"To me, the sun god is like a distant neighbor"

Quin’s eyes widened, and couldn’t grasp what the apostle meant.

"I saw him through the window several times but never greeted him properly. And when I met him I begged for this position and got it."

"...." Quin is speechless, however, he quickly catches on to what Reeva’s said.

" Have you met the sun god before?"

He was intrigued by this aspect of the story. Captivated by the telling of Reeva’s story.

"Multiple times actually, "

"What does he look like?"

Reeva then looked around to find the perfect guy to represent the sun god and then pointed to him. Quin looked over to see that one of the villagers was walking to build the holy bridge. His gaze questioned the intention of Reeva but before he could ask, Reeva said.

"You have seen a demon before, right? Do you remember any of them?"

Quin thought about it and said that

"I saw them before but my mind remembers them as a blur"

"The sun god was the same, You will see him as a blur. But when you saw him you’ll see the farmer of Eyre"

The high priest didn’t need a truth divination for him to know that Reeva was telling the truth. The way Reeva talks about the sun god felt like he had been what him for a long time. But the priest couldn’t see how since Reeva was just a teenager.

"I..."

He didn’t know what to do with that information, He always thought that the sun god had a palace high in the sky where angle tended to his need. So hearing Reeva say that the god looked like a farmer is very weird to him.

"The sun god never told the record of himself, he always sends down an order to maintain peace so this is rather new to me...."

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"That does sound like him"

Reeva could see the sun god doing that. The farmer of Eyre who reached godhood didn’t care about how people viewed him, as long as peace was maintained on his beloved land, he would be pleased.

"What does his abode look like?"

Fascinated by the place of god, Quin decides to ask more.

"It’s just a field of reeds, where he collected the souls of people and burned them into reincarnation"

Reeva didn’t know if that was true or not but, writing a bit of fanfic won’t get in smote. After hearing this Quin couldn’t help but contemplate a whole new look for the sun god. All their statue of the sun torch or a depiction of a guy holding up the sun is maybe wrong?

"The sun god cares not of who he chose as an apostle, he did not need a voice that could lick his boots but a voice he could communicate to. And that voice happens to be me."

"You have enlightened me, your holiness"

Quin bowed his head and left Reeva.

Damn... I really am an apostle now

Reeva thought, he even surprised himself by how deep he sounded. When he only needed to communicate the the sun god didn’t care about who was his apostle. need to look at the other side again, as the deer start to group up.

The more it stacked up the more worried Reeva was.

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Two days had passed, and Hilda and Theia had covered a considerable distance despite the snow’s hindrance. Traveling on foot in such conditions would normally be grueling, but Egul, ever the relentless leader, had quickened his pace. His restless energy was palpable—ever since the fight with the deer tree, he’d been on edge.

He had no way of knowing just how bad things were here. If the situation in the remote village had deteriorated so quickly, then what of the main tribe? The mutations had started there first. It was hard to believe it would be any better.

When they finally reached the main village of the Front Fang tribe, the architecture was larger, and more imposing, but there was little comfort in that. The air was thick with gloom, the villagers walking with the kind of weariness that spoke of too many battles fought, too many losses endured.

"Egul!"

A voice rang out, cutting through the thick silence, and a group of villagers approached, their faces lighting up with relief upon seeing him. Egul exchanged a few brief words with them before striding off to meet the tribe’s leader, urgency in every step.

Hilda and Theia were left behind, surrounded by the villagers’ weary eyes. The atmosphere here was heavy, much heavier than in the smaller village. They had likely fought off multiple malformed deer by now.

Suddenly, a voice rang out from the crowd, sharp and angry.

"Empire people—what are you doing here?"

An older man stepped forward, his face etched with bitterness. He hadn’t forgotten the scars left by the empire. His comrades had fallen defending the border, and his eyes carried the weight of those losses.

Hilda immediately raised a hand in a defensive gesture. She didn’t want to escalate things, and she certainly didn’t want to fight—especially with so many angry eyes on them.

"Egul hired us to help," she said calmly, her tone measured.

But the tribesman was having none of it. His eyes flared with hostility, and he pulled his axe from its sheath with a sharp, metallic sound.

"Don’t fuck with me! You empire people are nothing but bad news!"

As his voice rose, others in the crowd began to murmur, their glares hardening. Theia stiffened beside her, but Hilda kept her composure, her eyes flicking to Leon.

"Stop this. They’re here to help," Leon said, stepping between them, trying to diffuse the tension.

The older tribesman snarled, his voice rising to a scathing sneer. "Traitor. You might as well be deer shit. Tell me one reason we shouldn’t attack you right now."

The crowd around them began to close in. The hatred for the empire had been building for too long, and now, it was threatening to spill over.

"We’re here because of Egul, please, just wait for him," Hilda said, trying again to reason with them. But the man would have none of it.

"Shut up!" he barked, his voice cracking with fury. "I don’t want to hear your lies."

Before anyone could react, the crowd surged forward. Four of the tribe’s men moved quickly to surround them, cutting off any chance of escape.

The doctor behind them tried to speak, but his words were muffled by the rope binding his mouth.

Theia’s expression hardened as Hilda muttered to Theia, "Don’t resist."

With no choice but to comply, Hilda and Theia raised their hands in a gesture of submission, trying to appear as nonthreatening as possible. The tribesmen glared at them, their faces twisted with suspicion and anger.

The first tribesman squinted, his eyes dark with distrust. Then, without warning, he kicked Theia to the ground. Hilda was tense, every muscle coiled like a spring, but she remained silent, her eyes locked on Theia’s fallen form.

The tribesman sneered at them, testing their patience, but when Hilda didn’t retaliate, he spat on the ground and brought them to the cage.

"Tch."

They pushed the girls and Leon into a small wooden prison in the center of the village. It was nothing like the elaborate prisons of the empire, but the tribesmen watched over them with, their eyes fixed on the captives like animals in a zoo.

The prison was little more than a cage, crude and hastily constructed, but it would serve its purpose. The tribesmen tied them up with fiber ropes, leaving them no room to move.

"You’re quite clever, empire people," one of the men spat. "Sending your cursed animals to us."

Hilda narrowed her eyes, her pulse quickening. She had no idea what he was talking about.

"What?" Theia asked in genuine surprise.

"Don’t play dumb!" The tribesman growled. "This is all because of your disgusting experiments. You think we don’t know what you’ve been doing?"

Hilda could feel the air grow colder. She had a sinking feeling that the tribesmen weren’t just angry—they were afraid, too. Fear had always been a powerful motivator, and now it was clouding their judgment.

Hilda kept her silence, knowing better than to argue. The more they spoke, the worse it would get. The tribesmen had already made up their minds.

The first tribesman sneered and spat on the ground before delivering another kick to the cage. "This is your fault. All of it."

Hilda’s voice was soft, but firm. "This is not our doing."

"Shut up!" the tribesman roared again, and the rest of the crowd echoed his fury.