Chapter 222
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Chapter 222: You Can Call Me Mrs. Fuen or Aunt Fuen
“Killer Whale? Trado Whale?”
Lolth gazed at the tiny statue with a puzzled expression.
This little object was neither frightening nor massive, leaving her uncertain why it bore such a name.
Noticing Lolth’s bewilderment, the landlady proceeded with her explanation.
“This Trado Whale is in a sealed state and has not yet fully matured.
A typical adult would span at least fifty meters in length and possess legendary strength.
The size and power of a grown one would be even more impressive,” she said, gently caressing the whale statue.
“Though most of the time, ‘Killer Whales’ are peaceful beings, gracefully traversing the skies or seas rich with high concentrations of magic, they rarely attack others.
In the First Era, their high intelligence even led to pacts with various civilizations, aiding in the transport of large magical devices in exchange for magic as payment…
But toward the end of the First Era, this dynamic shifted due to a dramatic alteration in the magical environment.”
“Following that change in the magical environment, some Trado Whales, their habitats endangered, were compelled to siphon magic from advanced magical devices, alchemical constructs, and magic-rich arrays.
With their population severely diminished, they clashed frequently with the civilizations of that era and gradually faded away—
this one was likely sealed during that time,” the landlady continued her brief lecture on ancient magical creatures.
“Thereafter, wild Trado Whales typically reappeared only when the magical environment recovered, often heralding an ancient magic tide or Magic Surge…
The perils of those magic tides far exceeded today’s, so Trado Whales earned the moniker ‘Killer Whales,’ widely regarded as a foreboding omen.”
After absorbing the landlady’s explanation, Lolth nodded and remarked, “So it seems they’re a friendly species, capable of communication, and somewhat pitiable too…”
She prodded the whale statue and felt a touch of relief.
“So this little creature is meant to be a giant…
But how did it end up inside that alchemy tool?”
“I’m unsure of that, but that… ‘Versatile Kitchenware,'” the landlady said with an odd look as she referenced the name her adopted daughter had coined,
“was certainly not designed to seal and contain this whale.
I suspect the whale forced itself inside because it craves environments dense with magic.”
“Hmm… That seems plausible.”
Lolth nodded, her curiosity satisfied.
Simultaneously, she marveled anew at the landlady’s depth of knowledge and enigmatic nature.
She had anticipated a vague response, yet was astonished by how much the landlady knew about the First Era!
It’s worth noting that records from the First Era are nearly impossible to research,
obscured by “two great splits in time” and the passage of countless millennia.
What life was like back then, and what creatures roamed the continent, can only be pieced together from sparse ruins and fragments of evidence in alternate and half-plane realms.
The landlady was not only powerful and mysterious but also remarkably erudite,
seemingly a scholar well-versed in ancient history.
Regardless, learning that this whale was a benign creature
with the potential to serve as a vast, continent-spanning transport eased Lolth’s mind.
At least she needn’t fear this “Killer Whale” awakening and wreaking havoc on its surroundings.
Perhaps, given sufficient magic in the future, she could even tame it as a pet.
If she could harness ancient runes…
then its “food source” wouldn’t pose a major issue;
it might only struggle with the current magical environment of the main plane.
“Thank you, landlady.”
After reclaiming the whale statue, Lolth expressed her gratitude sincerely.
“Ah, no trouble at all.
I should thank you for tutoring Kanor,” the landlady replied, waving a hand as she sipped her drink.
“And I have a few questions for you…
Lord Lolth, there’s another demon race in Hillenbrand Town, isn’t there?”
Lolth wasn’t surprised that the landlady had detected Kululu’s presence;
she simply nodded and said, “Yes, that’s correct.
Her name is Kululu, and she heads the Detention Department in the Demon Army…
She’s a bit eccentric, but rest assured, she’s not malicious.”
“Kululu… I see,” the landlady nodded and pressed on.
“May I ask about your relationship with her?”
“The Interrogation Department and the Detention Department are allied units, and I rank one level above her.
Technically, she’s my subordinate,” Lolth mused, scratching her temple.
“Well… as for our personal rapport, we’re not quite friends, but we could call each other that!”
“Did she join the Demon Army before you?” the landlady inquired further.
“That’s correct, and she seems to be a veteran member.
Many legionnaire leaders have noted that when they enlisted in the Demon Army, Kululu was already serving there,” Lolth replied, eyeing the landlady.
“But why the keen interest in Kululu?”
“Because I’ve never encountered a member of her demon race before and know nothing about her, so I’m a bit intrigued,” the landlady chuckled, shifting the subject.
“On that note, I realize I know little about you, Lord Lolth.
Kanor has studied under you for so long, yet I still don’t know your full name—
Abyssal Demons must have rather lengthy names, yes?
Would you share it?”
“There’s no harm in telling you.
The demon race isn’t like those tales where revealing a true name unveils vulnerabilities,” Lolth laughed, shaking her head.
“But I rarely use my full name…
Lolthlinda Falt Sokabus—that’s me.”
After speaking, Lolth glanced at the landlady and added, “But speaking of not knowing each other, you’re the enigma—
I’ve been calling you ‘landlady’ this whole time and don’t even know your real name, let alone your full one.”
“Ahahaha, I’m not in the habit of using my name either, and it’s been ages since anyone addressed me by it…
I’d nearly forgotten it,” the landlady paused, then continued.
“But if you’d like, you can call me Mrs. Fuen or Aunt Fuen.”
She smiled warmly, her gaze toward Lolth softening with a newfound kindness.
