I would have to secure another child with Master Raven and have him name them quickly—I refused to be outmaneuvered . Still, if she was waiting for Master Raven to name her, I could hardly grant her a proper name. Perhaps... just a temporary one. "It is fine then," I said lightly. "I will give you a substitute name until that time comes. Let me call you... Violet." "That is a wonderful name, Levina-sama," she said with a graceful bow, her tail curling faintly as though pleased. "Okay, were you the one who received my message?" I asked plainly. She made a wry smile. "Levina-sama was serious about that? Well, I took it into consideration. Here in the Shadow Realm, after all, most of our entertainment comes in the form of battles." As her words ended, something the size of a speeding boulder suddenly shot toward us from the distance. It struck Valhugr with such force that his body was sent flying away. Vilskapa, already on high alert, quickly raised his hand. A silver, viscous substance materialized from thin air and shaped itself into a broad-bladed sword in his grasp. However, before he could even make use of it, the weapon bent unnaturally, coiling around his neck and tightening like a snake. "So these are the intruders? Hmph!" The voice came from a small girl with short red hair, fox ears, and a fluffy tail. She wore a short kimono patterned with neat triangular shapes. "If you want to meet with Haha-ue," she announced with a mischievous smirk, "you’ll have to give me some attention too... Uh—what I mean is, you’ll have to go through me!" Valhugr had somehow managed to block the earlier boulder strike with his golden gauntlets. I could not help but notice them—had I not destroyed that artifact? Either he rebuilt it, or this was some kind of substitute. Beside the red-haired girl stood a young boy with warm brown hair, also with fox ears and a tail. "I’m surprised there’s not a hole in your torso, Oji-san," the boy said arrogantly. "But will you survive the next one?" As he spoke, chunks of rock began to rise and gather around him. In case you are wondering—yes, I was the one who requested the kitsunes to attack the men. It served as their punishment, but it was also an opportunity for me to see how the dwarves truly fought. The last time they had faced us, it was nothing more than a one-sided beating. It became clear quickly that the boy possessed some form of earth manipulation. I wondered if he had inherited it from Tamayō. The same question arose with the red-haired girl—she had twisted Vilskapa’s sword into a weapon of strangulation without even touching it. The way she bent reality itself reminded me of Tamayō’s abilities as well. Valhugr, for his part, smashed through every rock hurled his way with relentless force. Yet on closer inspection, I realized that each strike was aimed at a specific weak point, ensuring the stone would shatter completely. He was brutal, but there was a precise calculation hidden within that brutality. Vilskapa, on the other hand, had managed to dissolve the silver blade in order to free himself from being strangled. Once he was free, he shot me a look filled with quiet sadness. "Yes," I told him with a slow nod, "I orchestrated all of this to punish you for your defiance. Enjoy the pain—and try not to die too much." Unlike Valhugr, Vilskapa was utterly unfortunate in his match-up. His opponent did not even need to touch him or lift a finger—again and again, he was crushed without mercy. "Argh, what the hell!" he yelled, lifting his head from the ground. "This cute girl is too strong!" "Eh?" The red-haired girl began to fidget. "C-Cute? You mean me, right? I’m cute, right?" "Uh, y-yes!" Vilskapa finally found what might be her weakness. "I couldn’t even fight properly because of your overwhelming cuteness!" "Oh no, don’t say that!" She waved her hands, her smile as bright as the sun. "Okay, say it if you want, I don’t care!" Sure enough, Vilskapa pulled no punches with his flattery, knowing they were crucial for his survival. Valhugr, a few meters away, was gritting his teeth. "Tsk! Why didn’t I get a cute girl too?!" he shouted. "Don’t look away when you’re in battle, Oji-san!" The brown-haired boy rushed forward in a blur, skillfully driving his elbow into Valhugr’s abdomen. With a sharp crack, Valhugr was sent flying backward. Before he could stop, jagged stones erupted behind him, and he crashed hard into them. As Valhugr continued to take his beating and Vilskapa frantically tried to rack up more flattery points with the red-haired girl, I turned to Violet. "Does your mother only have three children?" "Oh, no," she replied with a shake of her head. "Allow me to get the others." She glanced up toward the wide staircase that led into the inner building. Moments later, more children began to emerge, each one possessing fox ears and tails. Among them was a blue-haired little girl who fidgeted shyly, hiding in the shadow of a silver-haired boy. There was also a green-haired little girl who carried herself with pride and confidence, a haughty smile etched across her face. Another was a girl with ethereal golden hair and eyes, her arrogance even greater than the green-haired one’s, glaring at the men outside with open disdain. They all wore kimonos adorned with charming icons. The only exception was the brown-haired boy who had been pummeling Valhugr. He wore a short-sleeved garment that clung closely to his frame, paired with loose black trousers and black shoes. His attire closely resembled the combat-ready outfits worn by the Phantom Fangs — clearly made for movement and battle. Apart from him, there was one other person who dressed differently from the crowd. She stood far back, the very last to leave the building. Her presence was unsettling in a way that reminded me of Violet, yet there was a difference. Instead of the dark energy that Principalities typically radiate, she carried the essence of a purely holy being. Her hair was as white as freshly fallen snow, and her unsettling red eyes were etched with golden cross-like—or perhaps clover-like—icons. She wore a long-sleeved white top and a flowing red skirt, giving off the aura of a priestess. Ah, that reminds me. I have killed quite a number of priestesses in the past, have I not? "Minasan, please say hello to our guest," Violet addressed the crowd warmly. "This is Levina-sama, whom Haha-ue will not stop talking about." I suppose she is either the eldest among them... or perhaps simply their leader. "Ehhhh?!" The little golden-haired girl snapped her attention away from the battle raging outside and turned sharply toward me. "Unbelievable! Am I truly looking at the Levina? Leviathan of Envy?!" She was certainly excited.