My Master Is Waiting for You

At noon, the sunlight was like a dull knife, barely piercing through the dense canopy.

Below, a winding path cut through the thick forest, leading into the distance.

It was the only way to Fruit Basket Village.

A carriage was parked by the side of the road, its body meticulously crafted from fine oak, as smooth as a mirror, reflecting the faint golden light of the setting sun.

The roof was covered with a soft purple velvet curtain, the edges embroidered with intricate silver thread, and the carriage was pulled by two glossy black steeds.

Viscount Karen Hughes was lying on the front of the carriage, tossing a Red Fruit into the air, catching it, and repeating the process, seemingly bored.

He was wearing a well-tailored black dress and a delicate silver tie. If one ignored his overly broad shoulders and casual movements, he would truly resemble a noble gentleman.

Near the carriage, several mounted guards were vigilantly observing the surroundings, protecting the viscount's safety.

Of course, they knew this was just for show, as everyone knew that the lord was the strongest in the entire territory.

Thump, thump, thump.

At that moment, the rapid sound of hooves came from afar. The guards instantly raised their spears warily until they saw the identity of the approaching person and lowered their guard.

"Lord, Sauron Knight has returned," a guard reported.

"Finally, I'm about to be strangled by this tie!"

Karen was overjoyed upon hearing this. He bit the Red Fruit in his hand, swallowing it whole, even the core.

"My lord, that Your Highness has agreed to your request to meet at Dusk,"

Sauron Knight, who had ridden over, quickly dismounted and said respectfully.

"Agreed so readily? It seems the probability is increasing quite a bit..." Karen mused.

"Dusk is approaching, prepare yourselves, we'll depart immediately."

Karen stretched his back vigorously, then jumped from the front of the carriage to the ground.

This ostentatious carriage was not prepared for himself, but was one of the dowry items his wife, Dennis, brought from the Masha Family.

If that Your Highness's identity was genuine, this luxurious carriage would be the simple vehicle to take him from the village to Black Wolf Castle.

After all, allowing an heir of a superpower to reside in his territory's dilapidated village would sound terrible. Even he, who never valued noble etiquette, felt he should be stripped of his nobility.

Of course, all of this was based on the premise that the other party was truly the first person to return from the East Continent in hundreds of years, and that their identity was the heir to a superpower kingdom that likely ruled the entire East Continent.

If it was fake... Karen's eyes gradually turned dangerous, and a chilling killing intent bloomed from him. The surrounding soldiers felt a tingling sensation on their scalps.

Then he would let them experience the pain of watching themselves being devoured by wolves.

"Awoo!"

Karen took a deep breath, then let out a wolf-like howl.

Awoo! A moment later, a shrill wolf howl came from the distant dense forest to the right of the road.

Bang, bang, bang! Accompanied by a series of cracking branches and the heavy breathing of some large creature, a behemoth slowly emerged from the dark forest and entered the sight of everyone.

It was a fierce Black Abyss Wolf, more than two meters tall at the shoulder and five or six meters long. The size of the alpha wolf that pounced on Xian was not even half its size.

Its muscles were knotted all over, and its dark fur reflected a cold luster in the dim light. One could imagine how frightening it would be as it moved through the dense forest to hunt.

In its wolf mouth, filled with fangs, it tightly held the corpse of another gray wolf, and the foul-smelling blood was spilled all over the ground.

That wild wolf was also obviously a size larger than ordinary wild wolves, but in front of this giant wolf, it had completely become a gluttonous food.

For some reason, facing this behemoth with its fierce aura, the guards and the Sauron Knight were not panicked at all.

"Black Tail, didn't I tell you to just relax in the dense forest, don't hunt?" Karen frowned.

"We are going to meet a big shot, if you get into that person's eyes, just wait to be severely punished by me!"

This behemoth was his mount as a Knight—the overlord of the Wolf Howl Forest, the Black Abyss Wolf.

Back then, it was with this magical beast mount that he was able to kill many extraordinary Knights with one against many, create a great cause, and win the title of "Wailing Wolf."

Awoo! Feeling the unkindness in its master's tone, Black Tail bit the head of the wolf corpse in its mouth to pieces, and then swallowed and chewed it in big gulps.

Munch munch.

Along with a scalp-numbing chewing sound, soon only a dry, broken skin remained of the wolf corpse.

Immediately afterwards, Black Tail began to groom itself like a house cat, and after there was no blood on its huge body, it wagged its tail and came to Karen, sticking out its tongue flatteringly.

"Hey, you're obviously a wolf, how can you be like a dog!"

Looking at his partner's flattering appearance, Karen's anger instantly dissipated, and he shrugged helplessly.

Black Tail continued to wag its tail as if it hadn't heard, and a humanized contempt flashed in its dark green wolf eyes.

Is being a wolf good? Exposed to wind and sun, and no one to take care of you when you are sick. How can being a "dog" be better, living in a castle every day and having special servants to serve you.

"Let's go."

Karen jumped up and onto the back of the Black Abyss Wolf.

Afterwards, the group moved towards the direction of Fruit Basket Village... Dusk.

The sunlight was no longer as intense as at noon, but became softer.

The golden sunlight flowed down from the azure sky like melted honey, dyeing the fields golden. The lush green fruit forest in the distance trembled slightly in the breeze, like a watercolor painting soaked in water.

Karen and his party arrived at the entrance of Fruit Basket Village on time.

For nobles, being late is rude, but arriving early for an audience is also a kind of rudeness.

"Welcome, Viscount Hughes."

A girl in a blue dress lifted her skirt and bowed slightly.

"You are..."

Looking at the beautiful girl in front of him, who seemed to be carefully carved by a god in the sunlight, a trace of amazement could not help but flash in Karen's eyes.

Although he was used to seeing beauties, and even his wife Danielle was a famous beauty in the south of the kingdom.

But the girl in front of him did have a kind of otherworldly stunning feeling, even Danielle was slightly inferior.

But soon Karen's eyes gradually calmed down.

If it were the eighteen-year-old him who encountered such a beautiful girl, he might have recklessly pursued her love. But now, at thirty-two, constantly dreading turning in his dues, he only felt a pain in his back.

"I am Anlìyà, Your Highness's maidservant. My master is already waiting for you. Please go and pay your respects immediately."

The girl's expression was calm, as if the person in front of her was not the lord who controlled the life and death of everyone in the entire territory, but just an ordinary guest who had come to visit.