Chapter 86: [Fairy Tale] He Has a Little Gray Wolf (12)

“You really are a little glutton! One chicken is plenty, you can’t eat any more!” Huo coaxed, gazing at Asir’s tearful eyes. Asir could only whimper in response, stretching out his injured paw to gently lick it.

“Which bastard hit you? Uncle will get revenge for you.” Huo looked furious. Asir blinked, his tail swaying behind him. Then he placed a paw on Huo’s arm, tilting his head and blinking softly at him, his mouth curling into what must have been a smile.

I’m fine now, don’t be angry. Huo gazed at the little wolf cub in front of him, unable to help himself as he gave him a rough rub.

“Your aunt always wanted a daughter. Now I know how sweet little girls are!” Huo laughed heartily, then asked, “Was the chicken tasty?” Asir nodded.

“Uncle can make even better food.” The little wolf’s eyes sparkled. Huo coughed a few times, probing, “Would you like to live with Uncle?” Asir stood up, walked over, and nestled affectionately beside him, his tail sweeping back and forth.

Huo’s grin stretched so wide he could hardly close his mouth. “If your aunt knew, she’d be so happy!” Hearing Huo mention his aunt several times, Asir glanced toward the house.

But saw nothing. Huo patted Asir’s fluffy head. “Your aunt is gone. She really was something—there were so many human foods she never got to try, and yet she left just like that!” Huo’s lips curled into a smile, his dark eyes shining bright, though faint traces of tears lingered.

“Little one, remember to stay away from humans, they’re trouble!”

“Whimper, whimper.” Asir was sorrowful, nuzzling Huo gently to comfort him.

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Laird hadn’t managed to exchange for gold coins. There weren’t many left at home. He set a basket of herbs in the yard and prepared a simple meal. After eating his fill, Laird opened the wardrobe again, touching the only thing his parents had left behind—a red cloak. His eyes brimmed with grievance and disappointment.

The flames in his hand were not those of a knight. He was deeply saddened.

“Father, Dad, Mother.” Laird called out, full of grievance, his azure eyes glistening with tears.

He would rather be mocked as an ordinary person than possess dark magic. Across the continent, nothing was more despised than knights with dark magic—for dark magic was the very symbol of evil.

Yet…

Laird had never done anything wrong. He didn’t believe rescuing an injured wolf was a crime. But the people of Red Hood Town thought otherwise.

Laird had made a mistake. Had he really made a mistake? Should the wolf tribe truly be exterminated?

Though he hadn’t sold any herbs, Laird still set out early the next morning for the Black Forest. Today, Laird was clearly distracted, wandering deep into the forest. He didn’t collect a single herb.

Suddenly, a shadow rushed at him. Laird was knocked to the ground, pebbles pressing painfully into his back.

“Whimper, whimper.” Asir, not just a wolf but a whole wolf, sprawled atop Laird. With her wolf fur shielding her, her flushed face was hidden from view. She hadn’t expected to knock a person over—she was a little startled.

She immediately scrambled off Laird, circling him anxiously, whimpering. Her dark eyes stared intently at him lying on the ground, worried he might be hurt.

When Laird saw it was the little wolf, his lips curled into a smile. His azure eyes brimmed with a joy even he could hardly recognize.