An Extra's Rise in an Eroge-Chapter 216: Predicament of Wolf Tribe

Alicia, after listening, furrowed her brows. "Eight great tribes?" she echoed. "I've heard about the Beastkin clans before, but never in detail. What makes them the 'great' ones?"

Kaela perked up slightly despite the heavy conversation. "Oh! You don't know? Then let me explain."

She turned to face them fully, her tail swaying slightly. "The Beastkin aren't just one big group. We're divided into many tribes, but eight of them are the strongest, the most respected, the ones blessed directly by the gods."

Cedric raised a brow. "And those eight are?"

Kaela began listing them off, her voice tinged with both pride and bitterness as she spoke of her own people's decline.

Wolfman Tribe – Worshipers of Fenrir, The Devourer of Fate

Kaela's expression softened as she spoke of her own clan. "Our god is Fenrir, The Devourer of Fate. We, the Wolfman Tribe, value loyalty, strength, and unity. We hunt together, fight together, and survive together. Our warriors must prove their worth by surviving in the wild, facing nature and beasts alike. But…" She hesitated, glancing at the abandoned shrine. "With Fenrir gone… our unity is breaking."

Drakos Tribe (Drakekin) – Worshipers of Tiamat, the Five-Headed Wyrm

Kaela scowled slightly. "Then there's the Drakos Tribe, or the Drakekin. They worship Tiamat, the Five-Headed Wyrm, and believe that strength and dominance decide leadership. They have the hardest scales and the strongest warriors. The Drakos always think they're above the rest of us because of their dragon ancestry. Their leaders literally fight to the death for the right to rule."

Arthur smirked. "Sounds like fun."

Kaela shot him a look. "Not if they see you as weak. Then they just kill you on the spot."

Kitsuren Tribe (Foxkin) – Worshipers of Kitsune, the Nine-Tailed Trickster

"The Kitsuren Tribe are the foxkin," Kaela continued. "They follow Kitsune, the Nine-Tailed Trickster. They're the best at illusions, magic, and deception. They don't fight like we do; they prefer to win with their minds. If a Kitsuren is smiling at you, they're probably about to rob you blind."

Cedric snorted. "Sounds exhausting."

Kaela grinned. "They'd love you, rich boy."

Shiran Tribe (Tigerkin) – Worshipers of Byakko, The Roaring Storm

"The Shiran Tribe are the tigerkin," she continued. "Their god is Byakko, The Roaring Storm, and their warriors are some of the best one-on-one fighters you'll ever see. Strength, discipline, and honor are everything to them. A Shiran will fight to the death before they accept defeat."

Arthur nodded approvingly. "I like them already."

Kaela smirked. "They'd like you too—until you beat one of their warriors. Then they'd probably start challenging you nonstop."

Leonhardt Tribe (Lionkin) – Worshipers of Aslan, The Sunborne Lion

"The Leonhardt Tribe are the lionkin. They worship Aslan, The Sunborne Lion, a god of leadership and justice. They believe in a monarchy, where their king must prove himself the strongest warrior. They're natural leaders and take pride in guiding others… whether they want to be guided or not."

Cedric frowned. "Sounds pretentious."

Kaela laughed. "It is! But they're not all bad. Just… very sure of themselves."

Urskar Tribe (Bearkin) – Worshipers of Arktos, The Unshaken

"The Urskar Tribe are the bearkin," Kaela went on. "They follow Arktos, The Unshaken, the god of endurance and protection. They're huge, strong, and practically unstoppable in battle. If a bearkin sets their mind on something, nothing can change it."

Arthur chuckled. "Stubborn bastards, huh?"

Kaela nodded. "Very."

Rakshari Tribe (Pantherkin) – Worshipers of Nyalta, The Nightstalker

"Then there's the Rakshari Tribe, the pantherkin. Their goddess, Nyalta, The Nightstalker, teaches them to live in the shadows, hunt unseen, and kill silently. They train as assassins, scouts, and spies. If you ever feel like you're being watched in the wild… it's probably a Rakshari."

Alicia shivered. "That's unsettling."

Kaela shrugged. "That's the point."

Bovaren Tribe (Minotaur Kin) – Worshipers of Taurus, The Iron Horn

"And finally, the Bovaren Tribe, the minotaur kin. They worship Taurus, The Iron Horn, a god of raw power and battlefield domination. Their warriors never retreat, no matter the odds. To them, dying in battle is the only honorable death."

Cedric muttered, "Sounds like idiots."

Kaela grinned. "Big, strong idiots."

****

As Alicia and Cedric sat on a fallen log, listening intently to Kaela's explanation about the Wolfman Tribe's downfall, Arthur stood a few steps away, his arms crossed. To the others, he seemed to be lost in thought, perhaps pondering the tribe's fate.

But in reality, his attention was elsewhere.

Inside his mind, the smooth, teasing voice of Sol, his system AI, suddenly echoed.

[So, are you going to help them?]

Arthur smirked slightly, his golden eyes glinting. Look who finally decided to show up. You've been oddly quiet lately. Enjoying your new room partner?

[You could say that.] Sol's voice carried a hint of amusement before she pushed forward. [But that doesn't answer my question. Are you going to help them or not?]

Arthur tilted his head slightly, pretending to be deep in thought. Hmm… maybe. But wouldn't it be more convincing if there was a mission attached? With a nice, juicy reward to sweeten the deal?

A pause. Then, Sol let out a weary sigh.

[Unbelievable. Kaela is your friend, isn't she? Shouldn't you help her without expecting anything in return?]

Arthur shrugged mentally. She's my friend, sure. But her whole tribe?

A beat of silence. Then—

[You've really become selfish.] Sol's voice had a hint of disappointment. [You already have more artifacts and abilities than you know what to do with. Your EP has skyrocketed into the millions from your little 'escapades,' and yet, here you are, demanding more?]

Arthur grinned. Hey, hey, let's not act like I got all that for free. I worked my ass off for it. And besides, what's a little extra incentive? Doesn't hurt, does it?

Sol sighed again, clearly exasperated.

[Fine. Have it your way.]

A familiar ding rang in his mind.

*****

New Mission Issued!

[Unveil the Mystery of Fenrir's Disappearance]

Time Limit: 47 hrs 59 minutes 59 seconds

Rewards: Blessing of Fenrir | Allegiance of the Wolf Tribe

Penalty: Erectile Dysfunction for a week

*****

Arthur's smirk instantly disappeared. His entire body stiffened.

"…The fuck?"

[What? You wanted a reward.] Sol's tone was infuriatingly smug.

I was gonna get that reward anyway if I helped them! Arthur fumed. And what the hell is that penalty?! That's blackmail! No—worse! That's a war crime!

[You asked for it.]

And with that, Sol went completely silent. No matter how much Arthur raged, she refused to respond.

His eye twitched. A nerve pulsed in his forehead. And then—

"ARGHHH!!" Arthur suddenly groaned, running a frustrated hand through his hair.

The entire group snapped toward him in confusion.

Alicia blinked. "What the hell was that?"

Arthur coughed, quickly schooling his expression. "Ah… nothing. Just—" He clenched his fist, forcing a grim expression. "Just pissed off thinking about how the other tribes are exploiting the Wolf Tribe's weakness."

Kaela sighed, nodding solemnly. "Yeah… they're circling like vultures."

Cedric shot Arthur a skeptical glance. He wasn't buying it.

But Arthur ignored him.

Damn system. Damn Sol. I swear, I'll get my revenge.

****

As the sun dipped below the treetops, streaks of crimson and gold painted the sky, casting long shadows over the beastkin village. The once lively air of Kaela's tour had turned somber, weighed down by the heavy truth of the Wolf Tribe's struggles.

Kaela exhaled, her wolf ears twitching slightly. "It's getting late. We should head back before it gets too dark."

Alicia and Cedric nodded in agreement, and the group silently began their walk back.

Unlike before, when Kaela had eagerly pointed out every corner of the village, this time, no one spoke. Even Cedric, usually the loudest among them, seemed to be deep in thought.

But Arthur wasn't merely thinking—he was planning.

Fenrir didn't disappear… he was sealed.

Arthur knew the truth. It wasn't some mystery that needed solving; it was a major plot point in the game's lore. But revealing that information was the real challenge.

If I suddenly claim to know what happened to Fenrir, there's no way they won't be suspicious.

Even Kaela, as friendly as she was, would question him. The Wolf Tribe was desperate for answers. If he gave them a half-baked lie, they would tear it apart.

No—he needed a more natural way to 'discover' the truth.

Perhaps a prophecy?

No, too cliché.

A lost artifact?

Risky.

A vision granted by a divine presence?

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Hmm… that could work.

Arthur's mind churned with possibilities, carefully constructing a believable scenario. His golden eyes remained focused ahead, his expression unreadable as he subconsciously followed the group back.

Before he knew it, they had arrived.

The familiar wooden structure of Kaela's residence stood before them, torches flickering at its entrance.

Arthur only snapped out of his thoughts when a soft nudge brushed against his arm.

He turned to see Alicia looking at him, her silver-blue eyes narrowing slightly. "Where are you lost this time?"

Arthur blinked, then quickly recovered, his usual smirk sliding into place. "Oh, nowhere. Just thinking about how beastkin girls have excellent night vision. It must be convenient."

Alicia rolled her eyes. "Just say it if you don't want to answer. Don't give ridiculous excuses."