The early morning sun shone down lazily through the dense woods, leaving a few scattered soft lights along with the fresh dewy fragrance, gently shining on the sleeping duo.

The tip of my nose itched ......

There’s something ......

I breathed in and a handful of hair came out ......

"Emile ...... "I rolled over, "Don't fool around early in the morning ......"

Still there was something keep arching against my back.

"Emil-er!"

I turned back around and did a backwards snap.

"Hmm? What's going on?"

Emile stretched at a few meters away, her fair skin glowing softly in the daylight, her exposed calves round and vibrant, her body tensing like a cat's and then loosening up, but no visible curves because of her clothes or her figure.

"Good morning."

She rubbed her eyes and smiled gently at me.

"Well ...... uh ...... good morning."

So this ......

The white fur ball in my hand moved its body restlessly and curled into a ball, revealing a tiny pair of red pupils.

......

It found its way and rolled down from my arms to my shoulder.

"Eh, what the hell ......"

"How do I know ......"

I pulled it off my shoulder and pinched the soft skin on the back of its neck.

The fur ball had two paws protecting its pink belly and kept kicking and stomping its hind paws.

Emil bit his finger and frowned.

"This ...... seems to be the cub of a Dark Spectral Wolf."

I spread it in my palm and gently touched its pink belly.

"What's a Dark Spectral Wolf? All I know is that we've encountered quite a few wild wolves along the way."

"Anyway, it's not a good thing," Emil snatched it up and hung it on her staff, which was only half full, "Anyone who can be called a magical beast is a vicious creature, kill it."

The tip of her staff lit up with sporadic flames.

"Hey, hey, hey," I snatched it off in a hurry, "I told you it's just a cub why do you want to kill it, isn't it still very love ......"

...... ly?

Eh ......

When did I get such a feminine hobby ......

The snowball in my hand emitted a faint warmth and arched its nose towards my palm.

"...... just ......," I knew my voice was shaking, "kill it... ..."

"...... Well, you can if you want to keep it as a pet ......""No, I ......"

"Okay, okay," she waved her hand graciously, "Just keep it for me. "

"Emile ......"

I felt touched from the bottom of my heart.

"You’re welcome," she laughed and flung herself onto my back, "Alright, it's the start of a new day, let's keep going!"

"Is your foot still unhealed ......"

"A witch's body is quite fragile~"

"Then I trust you for once," I stretched, "After all, I thought you'd take the opportunity to make some terrible offer because I'm going to raise this thing."

Emile shuddered on the back.

"...... Em...... Emile?"

She snatched up the coyote on my right shoulder and jumped off.

"Hey ......"

She stood with her body angled to the ground and squinted her eyes.

"Ha! How dare you try to keep such a dangerous pet, have you forgotten your duty as a maid?"

She dropped the coyote on the ground, poked that half-staff into the fur of its tail, pinched up its waist and raised her index finger towards to me -

"Don't you quickly kneel down and give me ...... um... ...lick ......"

"......"

She pondered for a while, then extended her feet, the tender root-like toes lined up side by side on the tips of the petite, a lovely foot.

Lick ...... this?

That ......

If ...... I lick it and I can keep it ......

"Goo hehehe ......"

Emil smiled wickedly and wiped the drool that was running down her face.

...... forget it, I don't keep it, I don't keep it ......