Child Regression

At the Mount of Ares, Samael stopped and glanced indifferently at the beautiful figure who was clinging to his left arm and leaning shyly on his shoulder. He casually withdrew his hand and raised an eyebrow in annoyance.

"Alright, since you don't want to live with Horo and the others, go up Mount of Ares first and find the Valkyrie on patrol. Ask them to help you find an empty house. We'll talk about it later; I have other things to do."

Immediately, the ancient serpent tossed Tamamo no Mae a Gorgon badge for easy passage, intending to keep her distance from this troublesome creature.

Tsk, these days, even Fox Spirit are having a hard time finding employment?

Abandoned on the mountain path, Tamamo no Mae felt a sense of defeat. Then, her golden pupils gleamed eerily in the darkness as she watched Samael depart. Her fists clenched, and her charming face regained its fighting spirit.

Now that I finally have some free time, I should talk to Attila.

Samael pondered for a moment before heading towards the scene of Nero's illegal concert.

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

The ancient serpent frowned slightly, knocked a few times but received no response, got up and went into the room, sniffed, and followed the faint trace of familiar ether in the air. Its eyes fell on the bulging blanket on the bed.

You're asleep so soon? How about we talk tomorrow?

Just as Samael was muttering to himself, he suddenly noticed that the outline of the blanket didn't seem to match Attila's figure, and the small bulge was trembling strangely.

Something's not right!

The ancient Serpent Eyes contracted slightly. It immediately grabbed a corner of the blanket and casually lifted it. He found that the pile of clothes that originally belonged to Attila were scattered everywhere.

In the center, a white-haired, red-eyed, shrunken 1.3-meter-tall brown-skinned girl was clenching her teeth, her body curled up, her brow furrowed, and the sweat flowing down her face had already soaked the sheets beneath her.

As he lifted the blanket, Samael inadvertently touched the skin of the brown-skinned girl. The surging ether within the little girl, like a volcanic furnace, instantly found an outlet and began to boil and flow violently.

Caught off guard, the ancient serpent was like a household electrical line subjected to high-voltage current. The magic power infused into its body surged wildly, wantonly destroying the flesh and meridians along its path.

Puff puff puff puff!

Suddenly, red mist burst from Samael's body, and he spat out a mouthful of Reverse Blood.

Through this, he was finally able to expel the uncontrollable turbulent forces from his body. His torn flesh began to heal slowly, his bones automatically returned to their original position, and his injuries gradually recovered.

Just as Samael was propping himself up on the headboard with one hand, his face pale, he struggled to get up when he heard a rustling sound coming from under the covers.

The young girl with white hair and red eyes, and brown skin, sat cross-legged on the bed, arched back a corner of the quilt to reveal her little head, raised her hand to rub her sleepy eyes, and stretched out her arms to utter indistinct murmurs as if in a dream.

As she spoke, the naked little girl tried to snuggle into Samael's arms.

"Stop!"

The ancient snake, recalling its near-death experience, was still shaken. It immediately jumped back, keeping a wary distance, and repeatedly scrutinized the white-haired little girl in front of it before asking uncertainly.

"You are... Attila? Do you remember me?"

In the hazy outline of those eyebrows, one could clearly make out the familiar features of that Xiongnu King.

As the little girl tilted her head to examine Samael, she unconsciously moved closer, her serious little face getting closer and closer to the ancient snake. Suddenly, she seemed to remember something, her brows relaxed, and she spoke in a clear voice.

"Mother!"

The ancient snake's breath hitched, and it nearly collapsed.

No male mothers!

Just as Samael was patiently teaching the child how to distinguish between boys and girls, and recounting their encounter in hopes of awakening the little girl's cognitive abilities, the brown-skinned girl who had unknowingly snuggled into his arms reached out with her little hand and skillfully found the Space Node, crushed the fragile structure, and retrieved two shimmering starlight-filled fragments from the ancient serpent's little storehouse. She tossed them into her mouth like snacks and chewed them with a crunching sound.

Then, a dazzling, shimmering light appeared, and the white-haired girl yawned, as if overcome with weariness, and fell into Samael's arms, falling into a deep sleep.

At the same time, the slightly dim star patterns on her skin brightened again, and she could clearly feel the weight in the ancient snake's hand increasing.

Is it possible for a toddler to withdraw from school?

Could it be that Attila's body experienced an accident earlier, leading to functional disorder? And these Star Core Fragment might be the key.

How unlucky I am to run into this!

Samael seemed to be deep in thought, then looked down at Little Attila, who was curled up in his arms like a hamster. Recalling her previous behavior, he couldn't help but laugh and cry at the same time.

I was wondering why you called me "Mom," so you must have milk in me, right?

Well, it seems the meeting today is off. I'll wait until the child recovers from the illness and then find another opportunity to have a detailed talk with Attila.

Currently, we don't need to worry about the threat posed by this Xiongnu King, and can focus on dealing with the Iliad War. We can also take this opportunity to investigate the specific cause of this change in her.

After making up his mind, Samael glanced at the messy bedroom and Little Attila clinging to him like a koala, and shook his head helplessly.

With things having come to this point, he had no choice but to prioritize safety and have Brunhilde and a few other Valkyrie take him in. Under the pretext of discussing Magecraft, he dismissed the Blood Guards who had come to investigate after hearing the commotion, and then headed towards the government hall.

However, as the ancient serpent gradually moved away, the Divine Blood Guards who had gathered nearby dispersed one by one. Several figures emerged from the darkness, entered the bedroom, and carefully examined it for a moment. In the glances they exchanged, a hint of irritation and gloom was revealed.

Juliusha has lost!

However, his injury was a pleasant surprise.

Meanwhile, in the government hall, the Saint King, who had just entered, looked at the Fox Spirit had neatly arranged the documents and was kneeling before the table to serve tea and welcome him in, and couldn't help but feel a sense of unease.

"Didn't I tell you to find a room to stay in? Why are you still here?"

"I've made my choice, this is it. As your close friend, this is a great opportunity to get to know you better. I'm willing to stay by your side during this long night!"

"When did we become best friends? Are we that close?"

"Ugh, you did that to her, and now you're trying to deny it so quickly..."

Tamamo no Mae, raising her hands with delicate fingers to shield her face. Her expression was sorrowful, as if she were about to weep. However, the golden eyes hidden behind her fingers showed no trace of tears. Instead, they were filled with the playful, teasing tone of a fox teasing its prey.

Well, if he were to say "Migu" at this moment, it would be exactly the same as the Trash Fox in his mind.

"I only rescued you from the bandits, I didn't do anything else, don't make it sound like we're having an affair..."

Samael rolled his eyes inwardly, unmoved, and calmly reiterated their pure relationship.