Village Head's Debauchery - Chapter 1312

Chapter 1312: Avarielle’s Foolproof Plan
“It has been a long time since I encountered a genuine divine being. I thought you were soon to be extinct. Well, if you don’t want to be a step from extinction, give us the information that we seek,” said a woman with a curved horn made of steel dressed in a long-sleeved knee-length fur dress.

Others watched coldly, finding no need to speak.

They awaited Avarielle’s response.

However, her following words made them frown.

“Unfortunately, we are unable to release such sensitive information until you take a binding oath, and without the presence of our Supreme Leader,” Avarielle spoke.

“What is this binding oath? And who is this Supreme Leader?” asked a crimson-furred wolf.

It wanted to dismiss the goddess’s words. But with the number of formidable Spirit Beasts present, if anyone were to act recklessly, the others would follow suit, leading to a situation in which the individuals holding the information they sought might be harmed.

That was not the result they wanted. As long as they received the information they had come for, they were willing to entertain what she had to say, as long as it wasn’t excessive.

This was the consensus they had all agreed on.

“The binding oath is simple. Each of you must swear before the Spirit Realm to not raise arms against us or this territory, interfere with our plans or betray our trust. You will lend your strength in driving back a dangerous entity — a Vylkr spawn — as we instruct,” Avarielle said.

“Only through your restraint and cooperation will we grant you the information you seek before our Supreme Leader.”

“If you do not wish to take this binding oath, then you will gain nothing and lose the opportunity forever.”

In the Material Realm, a binding oath was a vow made on the Divine Mysteries. It was absolute. Nothing could break it unless one entered the Spirit Beast realm and chose to remain there for the rest of one’s life. Such an oath would only last for one reincarnation unless specified.

It could also be rendered useless by a Mystery of equal standing—the Paradise Mysteries.

Similarly, the Spirit Beasts could make a binding oath, but it was upon the Spirit Realm itself, and it would not be broken until it had been fulfilled.

Avarielle had made this decision carefully. If the Celestial Spirit Court were cooperating with the Vylkr spawns, they could send more than one Vylkr spawn after the death of this one.

Though they were confident in their abilities, Paradise was not confident enough to face the Vylkr entities head-on currently. As such, they could only increase their forces within the Spirit Realm or pull in accomplices who would aid them.

Considering the innumerable numbers of formidable Spirit Beasts residing within the Spirit Realm—beings that could make even the Divine Corps approach with caution—even the Vylkr spawns would have to proceed carefully in order to stir up a problem they couldn’t handle.

It was a foolproof plan that ensured their plan worked, their safety and the defeat of the Vylkr spawn should another emerge.

“Vylkr spawn? So that was its name. I knew that the being that had appeared here seemed familiar. Still, I couldn’t place where I had previously encountered it,” a lean, silver-skinned man with shaggy silver hair grinned savagely, baring elongated canines at her.

“Those cursed beings! I’ve killed one of them before. As long as one doesn’t come in contact with the Vylkr energy, they’re easy to handle,” said a muscular bear covered in jade scales, slamming his paw against the sky, creating a rumble.

While others took her words into consideration, a few weren’t pleased with the terms.

“As expected. You divine beings are just as cunning as I remembered. If you value your survival, you will drop these childish games and tell us what we need to know!”

“This reeks of deception! Let’s start by tearing down your floating island and see if this Supreme Leader comes crawling out!

“Enough of these games! Hand over the information, or we will reduce this entire territory and the ones around it to ruins!”

Avarielle maintained an expressionless face upon hearing their words of disagreement.

But inwardly, she was filled with relief, understanding that the Spirit Beasts before her had encountered the Vylkr spawns and had even fallen out with some. This meant several of them already harboured enmity with the Vylkr spawns.

With this, there would surely be a few individuals desperate enough to accept the vow. And after gaining their trust, it would be easy to acquire information about the Vylkr spawns.

This was going better than she had imagined.

Suddenly, a loud voice resonated across the air, silencing the others.

“We accept the condition. However, you must also take a binding oath to show us that you are trustworthy and that you will keep your word!” said a man with warm orange skin and slick black hair.

He was dressed in a black feather-like suit of armour, with crow-like wings behind him and a white horn protruding from his forehead.

Besides him, there was a woman with the same complexion who was dressed in a similar attire. She had flowing black hair and a horn protruding from her forehead.

They were members of the same race and looked like a couple.

The surrounding Spirit Beasts went silent, glancing at them.

Even though many were hesitating to make the first move, they could still find a way to extract the information they sought, which was more favourable than accepting a condition obviously made to exploit them.

However, the couple ignored their gaze. Instead, they both wore solemn expressions as they looked at Avarielle, awaiting her response.

Avarielle shifted her gaze towards them and nodded with a smile.

“Alright, I will take the first step to show you my sincerity,” she said.

She announced: “I, Avarielle of Paradise, swear this binding oath before the Spirit Realm: I will reveal the knowledge you seek once you fulfil the terms of our agreement. I bind myself to this vow with every fibre of my being. However, should you fail to honour the agreement, the binding oath will be null and void, for I shall never bind myself to those who do not uphold their word.”

A rush of wind appeared around Avarielle, and the space rippled briefly before it swiftly vanished.

Avarielle felt a unique connection to her words.

She looked at them and asked, “Is that okay?”

The man glanced at the woman beside him, meeting her gaze.

He then refocused his gaze forward and nodded. “Yes, it’s okay.”

“I will go first,” he said, attempting to take the oath.

However, before he could utter a word, a woman in a tattered black feathered robe, her clawed arms folded across her chest, approached them from a distance.

She narrowed her eyes at them and said, “Isn’t it too reckless for you to agree to such a binding oath? If you are that desperate to grasp the information about the King-ranked being that has emerged in this territory, then please step aside and allow us to handle this conversation.”

The man shook his head. “The binding oath only prevents us from acting against her, those around her, and the territory. We only have to lend our strength to push back the Vylkr spawn. After that, she will be forced to keep her oath, nullifying the entire oath, and then we leave after getting what we want.”

“Unless you have other plans, then keeping the binding oath shouldn’t be an issue. However, in that case, I would rather be far away than risk causing harm to those who have attracted a King-ranked beast’s attention. You may step aside and wait until we are done before starting your squabbles.”

The air around the couple solidified, indicating that they weren’t going to change their minds and were ready to fight anyone who stepped in their way.

He glanced around at the Spirit Beasts, both above and below him, and continued, “If any of you are still unwilling, we will honour the binding oath ourselves and share all the information we have gathered with you.”

His underlying message was clear: he desired a peaceful resolution to the confrontation despite being prepared to fight.

The woman clenched her teeth. She sensed that the power they both exuded was equivalent to that of Duke-ranked Spirit Beasts. Though she was a Duke-ranked Spirit Beast herself, she had no idea how many years they had lived, the kind of race they were, the Spirit Laws they had grasped or their abilities.

It would be foolish to fight two of them at once.

She snorted and returned to her position.

The man refocused his gaze on Avarielle. “I, Zaelthar, swear a binding oath before the Spirit Realm and all who are listening that I will not raise arms against you, Avarielle of Paradise, nor those around you, nor this territory. I will not interfere with your plans, nor will I betray your trust. My strength will be lent to driving back the Vylkr spawn as you instruct. Should I fail in this vow, may I suffer the consequences.”