Chapter 147
So the red wolf rubbed against her calf again.
"Good boy." She patted the wolf's head to encourage him, and watched as the little wolf's steps became even lighter.
She quickly spotted the culprit that had harmed the wolf—a mountain of corpses, a jumbled mass of rotting flesh covered with dozens of disorganized limbs and pale faces. It had thick limbs, sharp claws, and a massive jaw. It was as tall as several people stacked on top of each other.
But it died.
Something tore it apart, as if with a saw or teeth—the enormous creature lay sprawled on the ground, motionless.
—Is the ecological environment outside the city relatively dangerous?
A slight curiosity arose in the girl's heart as she looked at the wolf she had kept. The wolf circled around her knees, looking full of energy.
Let's keep going.
She blew a gentle breath, and the mist parted to both sides—she saw the black canyon littered with gruesome, broken pieces. Clearly, a hunter had passed through and crossed the canyon.
Where did it go?
Miss Surtr became interested, and her interest was in the fate of the hunter.
She led her pet across the canyon, following the hunter's tracks. She walked quickly, faster than the one who had made the move. Before long, the tracks on the ground became fresh and clear.
She saw the wolves at her feet become alert, prick up their ears, and crouch down, growling softly. And when she parted the thick fog, she witnessed an extraordinary battle.
On one side was a giant pieced together from rocks, flesh, and white fur. It seemed to perfectly conform to the growth patterns of this land. Its opponent was a sea creature with smooth skin, sharp teeth, and razor-sharp fins and tail.
A shark.
A shark that can swim in the air, as agile as it is in the sea.
The shark bit through the giant's waist and abdomen, while at the same time the giant's hand pierced through the shark's chest.
Perish together?
—We have to help that shark.
Surtr thought for a moment, and as he did so, he unleashed a sword strike. A perfectly balanced Flame Sword energy vanished the instant it sliced the giant in two.
The wolf pounced, tearing the giant's flesh apart. The shark, which had been hovering in the air, seemed to lose all its strength in an instant, plummeting from mid-air to the ground.
She caught the marine creature before it crashed to the ground.
She saw the seafood staring at her with its bright red eyes, motionless.
"You're injured," Miss Surtr said to the shark, extending her hand. "I'll heal your wounds."
Flames flowed from her fingertips—the shark seemed to struggle, but she held it firmly. After all, compared to her arm, a mere sea creature was far too weak.
Then, her power flowed into the shark's body—the shark's wounds seemed to extend beyond its chest.
But it didn't matter; she could heal them all at once. Her will flowed into the shark, accompanying the healing of its wounds. And when her flames surged towards another hidden injury in the shark, a strange ailment in its brain, she felt as if some force was fleeing as her will approached.
Something's strange.
But that's a minor detail—she healed the shark, allowing it to take flight again. And compared to the previous red wolf, this shark seemed to become much more friendly towards her in an instant.
It swam around her, its tail swaying merrily from side to side, and when she reached out her hand, the shark gently lowered its head beside her, allowing her to reach out and stroke it.
Very good, very good. Touching the fish's head felt comfortable. The little red wolf beside her seemed to sense some kind of danger, and released the giant's corpse and rolled to her feet.
—Hoo hoo, am I particularly popular with small animals?
—This is quite interesting.
The slight sense of frustration that had been building up inside her vanished silently, replaced by a renewed interest and anticipation for the adventure to come. She stroked the wolf's fur, calming the little animal down and making it quiet and docile once more.
So, what's next...?
Miss Surtr suddenly raised an eyebrow.
"Wait here for me a moment," she said, flicking her wrist to dispel the thick fog that stretched for a kilometer. A towering pillar of fire suddenly rose, protecting the shark and dog she had recently adopted. The next moment, she opened her eyes.
She returned to her office and to her sofa.
Right before her eyes, she saw a pair of spectacular spheres bound in fabric swaying on the tip of her nose!
She leaned back slightly. Then she successfully looked directly into those ruby-like eyes—that pretty face was only fifteen centimeters away from her, and a pair of slender hands were almost touching her shoulders, straddling her!
"Skadi." Miss Surtr felt a little displeased.
"Has anyone ever told you that it is very impolite to barge into someone else's room and get so close to them?"
"No, not before you." She received the expected reply. "And the Doctor told me I'm your assistant. Your personal, life assistant."
Skadi emphasized the word "close-fitting".
Very well, Miss Surtr would bet Persephone's breasts that this guy has absolutely no idea what a personal assistant means in the human world. His purpose is simply to stay by her side and monitor her every move that might be 'contaminated' by the Stars.
But...
"Now you know?"
"Hmm." Skadi nodded, but showed no intention of moving away; instead, she moved even closer.
Chest to chest, nose to nose, Miss Surtr wanted to punch the guy in the stomach.
"Please, tell me." She heard Skadi's whispered question before she could throw a punch.
"Where did you go just now?"
As a result, I wrote six thousand words _(:з"∠)_
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The cuckoo bird isn't doing anything funny today.
Ah... I'm feeling a bit unwell, and I feel like I can only collapse. I was planning to frantically type away for two hours in the early morning to get everything sorted out, but my buzzing brain is refusing to cooperate.
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