The Pope's palace was naturally glamorous on the surface, but in reality, the patrols here were actually relatives of the Pope, regardless of whether these relatives had a few family trees (one or two of which might even be forged). Therefore, Valisa had never been impressed by the capabilities of these militias. Fortunately, there was a regiment of Winged Hussars just a few hundred meters away. Even three regiments of normal enemies would be a dead end. If not, the number of high-level connectors here was the highest in the country (not counting Chen Jing's Happy Nest).
So in theory, this is the safest place. In comparison, the other armies that allowed Nidhogg to roam freely in the suburbs were really disgusting.
Today, there were four little wolves lying in the bushes in the courtyard. Five minutes ago, there were only three.
The extra one is naturally the big senbei (FGO meme) Fenrir. As we all know, wolves are animals that will bite Xianglin Sao's children at the village entrance when they are hungry.
Fortunately, it wasn't the little wolf, otherwise there would be no children here.
The leading wolf came forward to sniff its fellow wolf, who was pitifully suffering from albinism. He was unexpectedly strong, and his fur was smooth and shiny.
"Could this be a dog?" it thought without any reason. Then it was pawed on the face.
Fenrir wagged his tail and looked at the three obedient little wolves in front of him. An imperceptible bitterness appeared on the wolf's face.
As the origin of a wolf clan, an old wolf followed by N wolves, she also has some understanding of the temperament of these little guys. For example, the one with three claw marks on his face should be the leader, and the two next to him are accomplices. The holy place for slacking off that she had found with great difficulty cannot be exposed so easily. A cold light flashed in Fenrir's scarlet eyes. It's time to deal with them.
"I gave you five minutes to leave on your own, why didn't you obey, little ones?" After all, she's a 3.5th generation god (three generations from her mother, four generations from her father). Even if Fenrir, the wolf, is used as a mount, that's still... I have a sister who does the same thing. (Loki's unpredictable Darwinian reproduction: wolf, snake, hermaphrodite, horse)
"Get out of here right now," Fenrir yelled in their minds, then continued to slack off: "It's a rare nap, why is it like this? Woo woo woo."
"We were here first, why are we leaving?"
"Why? Because I'm so powerful." Fenrir swept them to the gardener's feet with his tail. The old gardener took a closer look. Wow, what a big litter of cubs! Then he saw Fenrir in the bushes and raised his head: "That's right, it's time for them to give birth."
"?" Fenrir watched as the gardener brought them back and placed them in Fenrir's arms, now a size bigger than before. "Be nice to the children."
"No... listen to me..." She was not good at speaking, so she thought scolding Odin was an innate ability.
The gardener made a gesture to silence him: "No need to explain, I understand." He waved his hand and left.
"I feel so sorry for Chen Jing. How could such a beautiful wolf be taken away by an old wolf from nowhere?"
As the gardener left, the three little wolves shivered in Fenrir's fur. Seeing their innocent and adorable appearances, Fenrir couldn't bring himself to attack them. He could only snort coldly, "I'll be leaving soon. If you have nothing to eat, you can try to bite me... I don't believe it..." One of the tough little wolves had already confirmed Fenrir's warning with his teeth.
"Mom!" cried the youngest one.
The other two looked at each other and started barking. Looking at the three of them, Fenrir felt a headache. She usually played with Chen Jing everywhere, but now she had to deal with this kind of thing on her own. Finally, her stomach started to hurt.
"Mom." Fenrir led them to the foot of a courtyard wall: "Lie down quietly and don't make any noise. I'll get you some food." She used her perception to quickly scan the entire palace.
There were thirteen piles of reports of various materials in front of Valissa. Chen Jing and Irelia had disappeared. Milega stood beside Valissa, looking anxious. Fenrir had already marked all the servants with scent. There were seven people in the kitchen now, but Fenrir had found a safe route to sneak in.
"Well, it turns out that the brain will get damaged if it is not used. I have to use my brain more after this game." Fenrir climbed over the wall with self-deprecating smile.
"Click." The mousetrap just caught her tail.
“…” His skills have also regressed.
Hearing the sound, several maids turned around and saw Fenrir, who had a mousetrap stuck on his tail but was still very majestic. They all showed an expression that wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh.
"Ahem, what does Miss Wolf want to eat?" Privately, they all said that Fenrir's human form was the cutest creature in the palace, ranking first among the "seven creatures that most people want to hold in their arms."
The silver-haired, animal-eared lolita wasn't just popular with men. "What would she look like in a dress?" was a common topic of discussion among the maids, some even experimenting with their own children.
Fenrir transformed into human form and melted the iron mousetrap into a ball of scrap metal before saying, "Three, oh no, four chickens, and a sheep." At her size, it didn't matter what she ate. The diet of mythical creatures was basically a list of ingredients, but Fenrir was still used to the days when she used to eat with Tyr.
"It's going to be roasted." Fenrir pointed to a piece of firewood. Her own conceptual flame appeared somewhere, constrained. "This fire will go out in three hours. I want to see my food. Otherwise, I will tell her all the gossip you guys have been saying about Valisa. That prince is so ugly. If she finds out, she will definitely replace you with someone serving the old Pope. Humph."
She turned and left through the window at the other end.
"Crack." The tail was hit for the second time.
"Hahahaha." The kitchen was suddenly filled with joy.
An hour later, three perfectly roasted chickens were placed in front of the little wolf. Fenrir divided the fourth chicken into three parts, wrapped them in cloth, tied them tightly with string, and tied them one by one on the backs of the three little wolves. "This is your luggage. Eat this meal and leave quickly. Don't get in my way!"
Looking at the huge roasted lamb in front of him, Fenrir thought for a moment and cut off a few pieces for the little wolf: "Don't eat too much. It would be bad if you get caught by a tiger or lion if you get too full..."
A few lucky little spells were cast on their heads, but Fenrir still felt it was not enough. He threw the roasted lamb into the air, directly decomposing it into conceptual spell materials and casting a big spell.
"Okay, it's done."
The three little wolves had no idea what they were going through when they were cast into more than seventy spells by the magic wolf Fenrir, turning them into a land fortress in the magical sense.
"Hehe, don't go out and embarrass me, you guys."
The little wolf had eaten its fill and said goodbye to Fenrir. Fenrir watched them disappear into the dog hole and stared blankly for a moment. "Am I being too mean to the children? Never mind. Chen Jing never took me with him when he went out to play. What does it have to do with me?"
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