Chapter 549: A Day In Sara’s Life: we Found a Flamedeer

Lady Violette was wearing a short, brown Amazonian skirt... with nothing on top, her massive and very threatening breasts bared in the open field.

Her breasts were large and heavy, swaying with each movement, and she seemed completely unbothered by her state of undress.

Nyx, Rahab’s daughter who shared her features, was dressed in a simple, but stylized tunic that triangularly held her from shoulder to beneath her knees, hugging her suspiciously erotic yet young body.

The fabric was a deep shade of purple, nearly black, and it clung to her curves with an intimacy that seemed deliberate.

Her yellow eyes, identical to her mother’s, darted around the savannah with curiosity and wariness, taking in every detail of the landscape around her.

She was practically her mother’s shadow, always seeking validation and praise from her, her small hand frequently reaching out to touch Rahab’s sleeve.

I mentioned going out for a personal patrol, and maybe hunt something for lunch.

The words had been casual and offhand, a simple statement of intent as I prepared to leave the tribe’s perimeter.

But Lady Violette and Rahab heard me and requested (demanded, actually) they tagged along.

Their voices had been insistent and eager, as if they’d been looking for an excuse to escape the confines of the tribe and stretch their legs in the wild.

We were quite far from the tribe now, over four miles apart, and the sun was blazing hot.

The heat radiated off the ground in shimmering waves, distorting the air and making the distant horizon appear to waver and dance.

But I was used to the heat, accustomed to the relentless assault of the sun that was a constant presence in this region.

The savannah stretched out before us, vast and golden, dotted with clusters of hardy shrubs and the occasional twisted tree that had managed to take root in the soil.

I had led them through some dangerous parts to see if the monsters there were still acting within expectations.

But these people tried to hunt them.

I had to give them a long explanation of why the ecosystem doesn’t need to be destroyed for no reason.

My voice had been patient, measured, as I explained the delicate balance that existed in the Whispering Wilds, the way every creature played a role in maintaining the health of the land.

Due to millennia of hunting them for sports, monsters—even the ones capable of defeating the average Amazon—would freeze or flee the moment they spot us.

The instinct was deeply ingrained, passed down through countless generations of predation, a survival mechanism that had been honed by centuries of experience.

Only certain high level ones either fight for territory, or remain docile when we encounter ourselves.

These were the apex predators, the creatures that had risen to the top of the food chain through sheer power and cunning, and they knew better.

It’s been a quiet, unwritten law in the Whispering Wilds: except it is absolutely necessary, we don’t interfere with ourselves, the apexes in Whispering Wilds.

We respected each other’s strength, acknowledged each other’s territories, and only clashed when there was no other choice.

Because some monsters misbehave and are usually needed to be reminded, with force, what the real danger is.

It was a rare occurrence, but it happened—a creature that had grown too bold, confident, or forgetful of the pecking order.

Those encounters were always brief and brutal, a swift lesson in humility that often ended in blood.

Currently, we had found a prey to take home for lunch: a Flamedeer.

It was massive, about as thick as a small dragon: 20 feet long, 7 feet tall, and weighing enough to crush fifty humans if simply dropped on them—piled up till they turn into a single carpet.

The creature was grazing peacefully in the distance, its massive body moving with grace, its long, powerful legs carrying it across the savannah.

The reason it’s often hunted only by dragons and heat resistant monsters is because of its ability to exude magma-forming heat, and those long, large horns can light ablaze: an annoying problem in this savannah region, where wildfires are unimaginable if left alone for long.

It was a constant danger, a threat that required constant vigilance to prevent.

It was grazing afar, not very sure if we were just passing or if we wanted to hunt it. Its head was raised, its nostrils flaring as it caught our scent, its eyes watching us with cautious wariness.

If it felt we wanted to hunt it, it’d set its horns ablaze and start burning everything in a precise manner that will cause a problem.

The flames would spread quickly, turning the savannah into a inferno that could take days to contain.

Luckily, I am proficient with the fire element: not at master level, but enough to halt a growing flame.

However, the two titans with me were competing over who could hunt it first and cleanly. I could feel the tension between them, the barely concealed rivalry that simmered beneath the surface.

Lady Violette’s eyes were fixed on the flamedeer, her body coiled like a spring, her massive breasts swaying slightly as she shifted her weight.

Rahab’s yellow eyes were also locked on the creature, her hand casually playing with her hair, her face expressionless.

"You underestimate me, Daitentamono," Lady Violette snickered, her voice low and confident. "Surely I can destroy that beast before it even realizes its own death. But that would be no fun."

She flexed her fingers, cracking her knuckles with a sharp, satisfying sound.

"Hm? Then what do you suggest?" Rahab side-eyed her, putting a hand on her waist, her posture shifting into something more confrontational. "What would make it more fun?"

Her tone was challenging and taunting, as if she was daring Lady Violette to propose something truly entertaining.

"That Flamedeer is very sensitive," Lady Violette began, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Any gesture it interprets as a threat will make it burst into a massive heat spree. So... the one who kills it without the monster exuding heat wins."

It was a contest of camouflage and concealment, then.

A test of stealth and precision, of the ability to approach the creature without triggering its defensive mechanisms.

But the Flamedeer is impressive in that it can sense the sudden absence of a presence as threatening as well.

If Lady Violette becomes invisible to the senses, it will know.

The creature’s instincts were finely tuned, its survival instincts honed by generations of predation. If something seemed off, if the world around it felt wrong, it would react, setting its horns ablaze and unleashing chaos.