[Author note- My new novel 'Spirit Soul' is out-take a look and don't miss it!]

Another week had passed before it was finally time for the tribe chief gathering.

Having met Brell and the former tribe chief beforehand, they were shocked to see that the Sacred beast was, in fact, a small squirrel that slept in Jason's palm without any worry.

Initially, the former tribe chief had wanted to take it away from Jason and lay it on a cushion in order to give the squirrel more comfort.

Yet, the moment the squirrel noticed that someone other than Jason was approaching it, it woke up and decided to move up Jason's sleeves.

This confused not only the former tribe chief and Brell, but also Jason, who didn't expect the squirrel to think of him as its protector.

Even after several attempts of coaxing it out, the squirrel stayed where it was, though he was not really bothered by it, either way.

Only the former tribe chief's composure seemed to be affected by the fact that the squirrel didn't want to leave Jason's side.

Fortunately, when Jason tried to distract the former tribe chief by telling them how he found it, and what happened, it worked and he calmed down.

It was still shocking that Jason had found the Sacred beast they had been looking for for years, but instead of feeling betrayed by their Gods, the former tribe chief saw this as a sign from them.

Seeing the way the Sacred beast trusted Jason, and vice versa, even the tribe chiefs that liked him the least were now forced a little to accept him.

That was great and extremely helpful for Jason.

Because there was still a week left before the next tribe chief gathering would be held, the former tribe chief, Brell and Jason were able to prepare the perfect plan in order to shock the tribe chiefs, and villagers that would be present.

Once they saw the Sacred beast, everyone would finally believe Jason, even more so after the squirrel were to foretell the attack of the Oceanfolk's army.

All three of them were satisfied by this, yet, oddly enough, the squirrel was just sleeping and absorbing the surrounding energies.

After facing a near-death experience, it seemed like the Sacred Squirrel just wanted to rest and not bother answering the most important question they had in mind- the date of the Oceanfolk army's attack!

Jason felt a little bit restless, but telling himself that the Sacred Squirrel would give them an answer soon, he decided to be patient.

Unfortunately, even after the gathering had started, the Sacred Squirrel continued to sleep.

As such, Jason fell flat on his face as their grand plan of exhibiting the Sacred beast to an awestruck audience vanished into thin air.

Squealing out towards Jason, it rushed back into his palm before staring intently at him.

This caused the tribe chiefs, and other spectating villagers to exclaim in utter dumbfoundedness, not quite believing their eyes.

Even rubbing their eyes didn't help dispel the illusion they thought to see, and when Jason retracted the Celestia aura that was enveloping the Sacred Squirrel, everyone exclaimed once again.

Loud gasps echoed through the crowd, and some were about to faint at the sight presented in front of them. There was not a single Mewi that doubted that the existence in front of them was the Sacred beast their ancestors had been talking about.

Nevertheless, the Mewi were displeased when they saw that the Sacred beast didn't want to leave Jason's side.

It was almost as if the squirrel chose Jason over them because they were not worthy of it.

This thought tormented their mind, only for many Mewi to start gossiping amongst each other.

Jason didn't even pay attention to their gossip, but he noticed that everybody's opinion of him was slowly changing.

Instead of keeping their prejudice against him, it looked like they were beginning to accept him.

Afterward, they recalled his Celestia aura, the divine energy he had once released, his glowing stigma, and now the fact that the Sacred Squirrel acted like it would never want to part ways with Jason.

This made them comprehend the situation in an entirely wrong way, and Jason felt a little bit bothered by this.

Fortunately, it didn't matter how they saw him because the most important fact was whether they paid heed to his warnings, or if they would still try to ignore them.

Half an hour had passed before everyone quieted down, which was mostly owing to the tribe chief's hard work to calm everyone down.

It was at that moment when Jason was finally ready to do something he had been waiting for.

Looking at the Squirrel that was still staring at him as if it was in a trance, he asked,

"Can you tell us when the Ocenfolk's army will attack?"

Jason was not sure if the Sacred Squirrel could understand him properly, but considering that it was extremely strong for its low cultivation base, he hoped for the best.

Only a few moments later, a faint smile emerged on Jason's face as he sensed that the Sacred Squirrel was using up some of the blessed energy it had painstakingly accumulated during the last week.

Its eyes turned milky white, and Jason was able to faintly perceive something in the depths of the squirrel's irises.

Yet before Jason could take a proper look at what the Sacred Squirrel wanted him to see, a weird feeling swept through his entire body causing him to stiffen for a moment.

The feeling was not burdensome or something that forcefully wanted to enter his body.

Instead, it was as if the Sacred Squirrel wanted to temporarily attach its blessing to his Emperor Eyes!

The sensation was weird, but Jason readily accepted it and was flooded with information that caused him to have a splitting headache.

However, he refrained from closing his eyes, because he felt as if it was necessary to keep them open.

His eyes turned milky white, with golden and silverish strands, only to project something directly above the stone table.

While Jason had no idea of what he was doing subconsciously, his mind was actively living through the moments the Sacred Squirrel was sharing with him.

As such, he was completely distracted and didn't even hear the exclamations around him as the Mewi were able to see what Jason sensed, felt, and saw.

"That's the silver moon!"

One of the tribe chiefs exclaimed only for Brell's master to think for a moment before he uttered,

"That's a full silver moon, not a normal one...It should occur in...three months, I think?"

Just as the former tribe chief finished his words, the projection dispersed, and Jason's eyes returned to their former color. Meanwhile, the same occurred with the Sacred Squirrel that slumped in Jason's hand and closed its eyes to sleep again.

The little beast was overly exhausted, and Jason felt the same.

Earlier, he hadn't expected that being able to see a possible path of the future would be so burdensome, but after experiencing it he realized how difficult it was.

"We saw what you projected to us the full silver moon will shine over the valley in three months!" It was Brell who told this to Jason, who didn't understand what the Mewi meant with the first part of his sentence.

It was great that the Oceanfolk would attack in three months, but Jason couldn't even think about that right now because he was utterly dumbfounded by the sensation that had swept through him when the Sacred Squirrel had shared its vision with him.

His hand was trembling, and other than the single blessing, he had been able to sense the other three blessings too.

'Just what kind of existence is that squirrel?' He thought as goosebumps appeared all over his body. He couldn't help but think about the creator of the dungeon, questioning their reason to create the Sacred beast of the valley.

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