Time flew by, and over a month passed in the blink of an eye amid those leisurely days.
Ever since Barghest's previous rampage, Samael had realized that although the little troublemakers at home grew at an astonishing rate physically, their minds still retained certain traits of childhood—fragile and sensitive.
If left unattended for too long, psychological issues could easily take root and trigger distortions within themselves.
After all, fae needed to draw nourishment for their growth from human spirits.
Driven by her admiration for strength and the loyalty of canine creatures, Barghest was exceedingly devoted and affectionate toward Samael, a die-hard follower of the Ancient Serpent.
Yet although she had been among the first raised by Morgan and Samael, Bavangshi's transformation had first divided Morgan's attention, and then Merlutsyn, Freya, and the other fae had joined, keeping Samael busy.
Then came Camelot, the Crowning Ceremony, the Round Table Conference, the Lion King mooching meals, the omens of the Holy Selection, Mordred's birth, and a whole series of events in rapid succession.
Even Morgan currently had to work overtime in the underground workshop, while the laborers of the Six Fae Clans had no choice but to make the long journey from the Nameless Forest to sneak into Camelot, researching day and night in the Witch's black factory.
Samael, who had been left outside, devoted much of his attention to the time-limited Mordred and the aggressive, proactive Merlutsyn.
The crying child got the milk. That was an eternal truth.
By comparison, the more sensible and independent Barghest, who was less clingy, had been neglected without anyone realizing it.
With her soul still in its childhood and lacking spiritual nourishment, Barghest's longing for that closeness grew day by day, ultimately triggering her own distortion during a sudden close encounter.
Although the remedy had