Heading towards the Jujelei River, Feihren had finally crossed the 'safe zone' of the Wolfenstein Kingdom in which neither beast nor bandits could be seen. He was finally within the territory that an adventurer would love to explore. It was a bit nostalgic for Feihren as this was the path he took together with Marvin when he first arrived in this world. It was also the place where he acquired the first [Demonic Essence].

It was late in the afternoon when Feihren had finally reached the riverbank. The sun was setting, so Feihren decided that it would be best for him to camp out for now. Although he could easily travel at night and wouldn't be bothered by anything, his body still needed rest. Having high HP is something, but suffering from a sudden [Fatigue] debuff is another.

"I have the 4th [Demonic Essence], though... It is useless to me for now" 

Feihren muttered to himself as he remembered the Demonic Carbine that was lying dormant inside his Inventory. Although the Ancient Demon Lord blatantly attempted to escape, Feihren could not really blame him. Being stuck in something that can't move on its own is definitely a form of torture.

Back when Feihren was fixing the [Carbine of the Demonic Stallion] in the Wolfenstein Kingdom during his 'spare time', he was thinking if there was a better way to use the fragments of consciousness. He was fully aware that this was probably not the best way to utilize the demon lord's consciousness. 

Although Feihren would admit that the carbine was useful, especially the WMD mode, he could not help but think that it was limiting what the Ancient Demon Lord could do. Feihren would not mind losing the gun in exchange for something else that he could use. He does not lack in firepower in the first place.

Looking through his Inventory, Feihren searched for something else that the Ancient Demon Lord could 'possess' in order for him to feel more 'free'. 

"How about possessing some armor?" 

Feihren had immediately thought of the possibility as he scrolled past the Armor tabs.

Although Feihren does not mind having one of his armors be possessed by the Ancient Demon Lord, the armor that was created through the game coding of Gaia's Paradox is not something that could be easily altered to such an extreme by the things in this world. To put it very simply, the armor from the game was incompatible with the items from this world.

"So... I should make one then?" 

Feihren immediately went to the tab where he stored the [Special Blueprints] and found something that piqued his interest. [Full Plate Armor], the name was bland even though it was under the [Special Blueprints] tab. This was due to it being something that would need another sub-class for its creation, the [Armor Specialist]. Among all the subclasses Feihren has, this was his least proficient one.

Even though Feihren had decided that he would make it for the sake of the Ancient Demon Lord, it was still just a plan. After all, he had just come up with the idea and it would look stupid for him to return to the Wolfenstein Kingdom right now just to forge the armor. All he could do was set this aside until he could find a suitable place for him to create the armor. It was still too early for him to worry about such things while he was in the middle of his travels.

...

2nd day, late morning. In fact, it was almost noon.

Feihren had overslept due to thinking so much about how he could 'fix' the demon lord that he ended up not being able to fall asleep. Samael, who was sitting next to him, stared at Feihren with an oblivious expression. This giant was Feihren's night watch for when he was 'peacefully' sleeping, as sentient ores do not need to sleep. The night was quiet, so Samael only ended up playing on the riverbank. This was quite evident from the gigantic footsteps left imprinted near the water.

"Eh? You even caught something for breakfast? Good job!" 

Feihren noticed the few large fish that were beside last night's campfire. 

"Though I wonder if you actually eat?" 

Feihren was pondering this question as he prepared to light the fire up again to cook the fish. In truth, Samael had only 'caught' these fish because of him simply wanting to play with them, until they ran out of breath and died... Samael watched with sad eyes at the 'little fishy' that he had played with last night was getting roasted by Feihren.

The man and ore duo left after the quick brunch and headed towards the destination Feihren planned to go last night. His target was the nearest trade city to the Wolfenstein Kingdom, Sechua City. In fact, it's the second largest trading center within the Shodan Continent. Although Feihren assumed it was the closest, it wasn't necessarily very close. It was still around 120 km away. It would take him a few days if he's just gonna walk, or a day if he's gonna run nonstop. If he was gonna use the Titan Slate however, it would only take around an hour or so for him to arrive.

"Hmm, but where's the fun in that? Eh, no need to rush." 

Feihren decided to just walk and venture out into the deep forest. According to the map, a few kilometers from the Jujelei River, there was a small village of forest elves. Feihren had learned, after becoming the king, that a lot of different races actually co-exist within Nuwiell. But for some reason the Humans were still the dominant race. This piqued Feihren's curiosity as to how the humans asserted their dominance amongst the other races that had natural advantages which they don't.

Returning Samael to his gem-form, Feihren decided to pay a little visit to this elven village.

It hadn't been much further than a kilometer of walking before Feihren had detected some weird activity that was going on in the distance. Weird howling sounds accompanied by the shouting of humans could be heard. 

"Some kind of beast or animal attack perhaps?" 

The howling and weird noises grew louder by the second. It grew to the point that Feihren could not ignore it any longer.

Hurriedly rushing in the direction of said noises, Feihren climbed up into the tall trees as to have a better view of what was happening. But, contrary to his expectation, this was not a beast attack, or even something that forebodes danger to the humans. It was the exact opposite of it!

"Poaching?" 

Feihren immediately noticed that these little, weird looking puppies were being dragged about by large chains and either being sacked within large bags or being caged within the carriages that these people were using.

The poor hounds were being tied up so that they couldn't fight back, while their mouths were being sealed shut by what appears to be a restriction spell from one of these hooligan mages. One of the larger cubs was fighting back against these poachers as he successfully bit off a good chunk of one of these poacher's arms. That last cub ended up getting whipped and beat into submission by around seven of these men.

"All right that's it. You little sh*ts are going down!"

Feihren shouted as he heroically jumped from the tree.