Child Regression

At the foot of Mount of the God of War, Samael halted and casually glanced at the lovely figure clinging to his left arm, bashfully leaning against his shoulder. He withdrew his hand and raised a brow impatiently.

"Enough. Since you don't want to live with Horo and the others, go up Mount of the God of War first. Find the patrolling Valkyries and have them help you find an empty house. Settle down first; I still have things to do."

With that, the Ancient Serpent tossed Tamamo no Mae a Gorgon badge for convenient passage, clearly wanting to keep this trouble at arm's length.

Tch, was even being a Fox Spirit this hard these days?

Abandoned on the mountain path, Tamamo no Mae felt a wave of frustration. Then she watched Samael's golden eyes recede into the night, clenched her delicate fists, and renewed determination bloomed across her charming face.

Then, since he rarely had any free time, it was time to speak with Attila.

After pondering for a moment, Samael headed toward the scene of Nero's illegal concert.

However, the door was half-open, and the room within was silent.

The Ancient Serpent frowned slightly. After knocking several times without receiving an answer, he stepped inside, sniffed the air, and followed the trace of familiar aether lingering there. His gaze fell upon the bulging blanket on the bed.

Already asleep? Should they talk tomorrow instead?

Just as Samael muttered to himself, he suddenly realized that the shape beneath the blanket did not match Attila's build, and that small bulge was trembling strangely.

Something was wrong!

The Ancient Serpent's pupils contracted. He immediately seized a corner of the blanket and flipped it aside, only to find a pile of clothes that had originally belonged to Attila scattered everywhere.

At the