Grandpa Has Defected!

The night was deep.

Samael brushed aside the ashes, added more firewood, and rekindled the campfire. He gently patted Barghest's back, patiently coaxing the little one to sleep.

In truth, caring for an infant at night was a rather tedious and exhausting job.

To say nothing else, feeding alone, by human infant standards, was needed once every two or three hours.

And Barghest, an Ancestral Reversion born among the Dog Demon pack and destined to be known as a "big eater," possessed a hunger that could drive whoever cared for her nearly to collapse.

In fact, ever since entering the tent, Samael had barely slept peacefully. He kept part of his attention on the little one at all times and had already suppressed at least four crying fits and riots.

Otherwise, if he had let her continue, his employer would not have gotten any sleep tonight.

"Little thing, let's make a deal. Can you be good and save me some trouble?"

Forced to wake up in the middle of the night, the ancient serpent lightly scraped little Barghest's rosy cheek with a bent finger and grumbled irritably.

However, perhaps because the Child of Fae was simply too energetic, the swaddled infant kept her round mismatched eyes wide open no matter how Samael soothed her. She studied the temporary stay-at-home dad before her and occasionally tried to crawl out of her swaddling clothes and escape restraint.

But in the next instant, a strange fragrance drifted into her nose. The restless little girl immediately turned her head and stared fixedly at the strips of bright red meat hanging above her.

Smells good! Tasty!

Drawn helplessly toward the fragrant food, the infant craned her neck like a loach caught on a hook, biting at the meat strip again and again.

But how could