Game Master in Another World

Eventually, Igasnov got home, looking tired and bloody from carrying the wolf carcasses. Vera greeted him as he walked in.

“Hello dear, did you have a good hunt?”

Igasnov sighed. “Yes, we have supplied the village with a large amount of meat. We will be able to take some of it with us, which should make the journey more pleasant.”

Vera smiled. She leaned in to give Igasnov a kiss on his arm. Igasnov just let it happen this time, seemingly resigned to the advances now.

Vera then served him some hot food from a pot that was left on the stove. “Here you go, love. Please enjoy your food.”

Igasnov sat down and began to eat, looking exhausted. After a few bites, he looked up, saying, “Thank you, Vera, this is quite good.”

Vera smiled. “I’m glad you like it.”

Observing the scene from the corner of my eye, I was quietly amused, witnessing Igasnov be domesticated a little. That small crack was likely enough to cause him to eventually give in to Vera’s advances.

After Igasnov had finished dinner, he got up. “I’m going to get washed now before bed.”

Vera’s face changed into a cheeky smile.

Igasnov began to walk outside to the bath; Vera followed closely behind him. Juliana, noticing, decided to sit on the windowsill and watch the interaction from there.

Igasnov had removed his shirt and actually allowed Vera to wash his back. It seemed like he had resigned himself to his fate. He looked completely exhausted. Vera looked excited; she had a creepy smile on her face and was washing his back more slowly than it needed to be.

Vera then leaned in to kiss Igasnov on the neck; he just sat still, ignoring it. Eventually, Igasnov got up and put his shirt on before walking back inside. Vera followed him with a giant smile on her face.

“I’m off to bed now. I'll see you both in the morning,” Igasnov said, walking into the bedroom. Toby simply stared as Vera practically skipped behind Igasnov as she followed him in.

After what seemed to have been two minutes, Vera was moaning loudly; clearly, Igasnov had given in to the relentless advances. I made a mental note to ask him why tomorrow.

Toby pretended not to hear the noise and headed to bed himself.

Listening to people having sex was always a little awkward, especially if you were with someone else.

That night we heard the moaning four times; Vera clearly had a lot of stamina.

The next morning, Vera was practically glowing as she appeared, starting to prepare some breakfast.

It was only Juliana as the cat who was up. Vera began to speak to us as if we didn’t understand.

“I finally got to have some lovemaking with Igasnov. Although he only just lay there, it was definitely still worth it,” Vera said vaguely in our direction.

After another five minutes, Igasnov appeared, looking exhausted.

“Good morning, my love,” Vera said with a giant smile.

Igasnov just sighed.

“Thanks for making breakfast, Vera,” Igasnov replied.

“It is the least I could do considering what you gave me last night. I hope there will be many more nights like it in the future.”

“Fine, but don’t expect me to do more than lie there. I am only doing this so that you don’t get taken advantage of by some scoundrel,” Igasnov said in a flat voice.

“You are clearly into it though, or it would not be possible otherwise,” Vera said, smiling.

“It is involuntary. For the time being, I do not mind you using my body, but don’t expect my heart to follow.”

Vera smiled to herself, likely thinking eventually he would come around.

It wasn’t long before Toby was also up eating breakfast; he looked tired, likely kept awake by Vera’s noise.

“Good morning, Toby,” Vera said politely.

Toby merely glared at her while sitting down with a fresh bowl of porridge.

“Now, no need to be like that. I may become your mum after all.”

I had to laugh; Vera was fairly deluded about how these relationships worked.

Once we finished breakfast, we collected our belongings before joining the caravan to prepare for our departure. It had grown; there were now two additional carts tagging along, driven by Harry and Tracey, and Barry and Trudy. Both couples appeared to be in their sixties.

“Ready to go, everyone!” shouted Barry, the de facto caravan leader.

“Yes!” the other drivers shouted back.

We set off once again, progressing slowly behind the draft horses. Despite the light rain, the temperature remained fairly pleasant, and being a cat, we could hide inside Toby's jacket to stay dry.

The new carts were loaded with a mixture of grain and fresh wolf pelts, likely the excess from last night’s hunt. Trudy and Tracey were still working on the pelts in the back, continuing to strip the fat from the hides.

During the journey, Toby struck up a conversation with Vera.

“Why do you like Igasnov so much?” he asked.

“He’s so tall and strong, plus he is kind. I couldn’t hope for a better man, so I have to make the most of this opportunity.”

“Right, but you barely know him,” Toby said.

“He passed by my village once before, and in that moment, I knew I wanted him. You’ll experience the same thing one day,” Vera said, smiling.

Thankfully, Igasnov was elsewhere during this conversation, helping Tracey and Trudy prepare the pelts.

The day passed without incident. We eventually arrived at an old campsite and quickly pitched several tents, getting a campfire going.

Toby was once again preparing the meal, while the new villagers watched with satisfied grins.

“You’re a good boy, Toby, for offering to cook. I’m looking forward to a tasty meal,” Barry said.

Toby, ever shy, merely nodded slightly and continued cooking.

“Igasnov, where did you find this boy? He seems quite reliable,” Trudy asked.

“I found him after dealing with those invading soldiers. He seemed to be a war orphan, so I felt obligated to help him. Plus, he comes with a cool cat, too,” Igasnov replied.

“You’re too kind,” Trudy replied. “The poor boy was likely terrified.”

“Dinner's ready,” Toby announced.

“May Solvarn bless this meal,” Igasnov prayed.

Everyone then began to eat; we even received our own small bowl of food. The wolf meat was a welcome addition to the usual foraged fare.

Once everyone had finished, they sat conversing around the campfire. As a cat, we remained curled up on Igasnov’s lap, being petted by Vera, who was practically draped over him.

I didn’t mind the affection, and Juliana didn’t seem to object either; Vera’s hands were quite soft for a village girl. She clearly took good care of them.

“How did the war start?” Toby asked.

Barry looked at Toby, a little perplexed. “You don’t know? I thought it was common knowledge throughout Forlinth.”

“Wasn’t it when Forlinth attacked and sacked the port town of Gorinth?” Toby asked.

“That is Cyrll propaganda, Toby. The reality is it started with Ravencrest.”

My blood ran cold. Ravencrest was where I had lived while Illara was alive, inside Norman’s tower.

“Cyrll soldiers snuck in during the dead of night and began a slaughter, blocking the exits and burning the city to the ground. There were very few survivors; the only thing people knew for certain was that the attackers' uniforms matched those worn by Cyrll soldiers. Out of the ten thousand inhabitants, only around two hundred survived. They were that thorough.”

Barry cleared his throat.

“And the survivors weren’t even safe after that. Assassins were sent after them one by one, methodically eliminating them all.”

The knowledge hit me hard. People I had once called my friends were now dead and gone, their lives cut short by a brutal regime. Now I understood the intense hatred the civilians harboured toward Cyrll.

“Why would they kill the survivors, though?” Toby asked.

“From what I heard, it was to ensure no one knew who did it. They needed to eliminate the witnesses.”

“But hadn’t they all provided information about the raid at that point? So why kill them?” Toby asked.

“Maybe they just like killing and wanted an absolute, complete massacre,” Barry said dismissively.

“The point is, they attacked a city in the middle of the country, nowhere near the border, purely to kill. They murdered men, women, children, and the elderly. Absolutely everyone, without mercy. They didn’t even declare war first; they struck the weakest target and then vanished into the countryside, their soldiers likely making their way back to Cyrll in disguise.”

My emotions began to boil over. Juliana seemed to notice, jumping off Igasnov’s lap and trotting away towards the edge of the camp.

She found a secluded spot and shifted back into her Nhalyri form.

“Are you okay, Lord Geoff?” she asked.

I took control. Immediately, I started shaking, barely able to catch my breath, and collapsed to the ground. I managed to whisper, “Ravencrest was my hometown,” before releasing control. I didn’t want the limitations of a physical body; I needed time to collect myself.

“Oh, do you want to go back then to hear more?” Juliana whispered.

I seized control very briefly and nodded. I needed to know; I needed clues as to why this had happened.

“Okay,” Juliana said quietly, before shifting back into the cat and scurrying back to the fire.

We returned just as Toby was asking another question.

“Why raid Gorinth then?” Toby asked.

“I’m no military strategist, but from what I’ve been told, a powerful fleet was stationed there, and it needed to be destroyed to prevent the raiding of our trade ports.”

“Oh, I guess that makes sense.” Toby looked down, rubbing his eyes a little.

“Don’t feel bad, boy. Those Cyrll bastards deserved it. From what I know of the raid, they actually let people escape, unlike the monsters at Ravencrest.”

Toby looked up, tears streaming down his face. He then said very quietly, “But they killed my little sister while laughing.”

“I didn’t catch that, boy, you’ll need to speak up. But anyhow, I can see you are upset by the massacre at Ravencrest, so I suggest you head to bed. You’ll feel better in the morning.”

Toby simply nodded, heading to his tent and lying down. We followed him inside and curled up in his arms as he cried himself to sleep.

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