Werewolves Fear Nothing

"You said so much, but I finally understand."

The Black Cat raised her head slowly, her gaze cold and gloomy.

"Aren't you just trying to say that I'm only Little Arro's Literacy Teacher, only Little Arro's playmate, and have no right to criticize your Way of Teaching?"

"You..." David was despairing. "After all that, that's the only sentence you heard? Are all female creatures this unreasonable?"

"You don't need to emphasize it. I'm not human!" The Black Cat lashed her tail, looking extremely irritated.

"I didn't say that!"

"You didn't say I was Little Arro's playmate? You didn't say I was Little Arro's Literacy Teacher? You didn't say I was a female creature?"

The Black Cat's three consecutive soul strikes left David speechless.

I was wrong. I never should have tried to reason with a female!

Forget it. I give up.

"Fine. Do whatever you want. Go beat that little wolf cub to death."

The Black Cat's fur bristled. "What do you mean, 'do whatever I want'? Do you even know how to reason?"

Reason...

David closed his eyes in agony.

Stop talking. Just destroy me already!

But the Black Cat glared at David and continued, "The Negative Energy is about to dissipate, and the Weakness Spell won't last much longer. Since you believe I have no right to interfere with your teaching, then call Little Arro's mother over to discuss it with you!"

Without waiting for David's response, the Black Cat closed her eyes as well.

A moment later, the Black Cat opened her eyes again, and Nicole's voice rang out.

"David, what happened? Hmm... wait. Gemma left me quite a lot of information. Let me look through it."

David's expression changed slightly as he looked uneasily at the Black Cat, whose eyes had closed once more.

Another moment passed before the Black Cat slowly opened her eyes. David hurriedly asked, "Nicole, did Gemma send you a few sentences, or..."

"From the moment you appeared, she sent all her memories to me..."

Just as David breathed a sigh of relief, Nicole said, "David, I have to say, what you said just now was too hurtful."

"Huh?"

David looked at Nicole in surprise.

When did I say anything hurtful?

Is this how all females think?

"And," Nicole turned to look at the oblivious Little Arro nearby, "David, let's go outside. It's time to end this."

"Wait," David raised a hand to interrupt her. "Nicole, I thought you would agree with me. How could you..."

"No, David." The Black Cat stood up. Black Mist spread from her body, swirling around her as it gradually condensed into a human shape. Nicole's voice continued from within it.

"I'm a wizard too. I can understand your reasoning."

"David, I don't deny that one must be ruthless toward enemies, but that ruthlessness should not be used on family."

"Eagles kick their chicks out of the nest to teach them how to fly."

"But no one remembers the chicks that fell to their deaths. They only see the eagles soaring through the sky."

"It's like the deadly trials at the Wizard Academy. People will only ever see those powerful wizards. They will never remember the dead souls aboard the seaship."

"But, David, this isn't someone else. This is our son."

"Eagles are animals. We are people."

"When humans first teach their young to walk, they support them and let them adapt first. They let the child know that their parents are beside them. Only after the child has truly learned to walk do the parents... gradually let go."

"You want to see Little Arro's courage. You want him to understand the dangers of the world, to know vigilance, to know retreat, to know battle, to know how to face things..."

"David, as his father, you are teaching him to face the cruelty of this world."

"And I, as his mother, want him to understand the warmth of family."

"I think... Arro's performance did not disappoint you either!"

David remained silent for a long time.

After calming down and thinking about what he had done, repeatedly patching the flaws in his plan, obsessing over making Little Arro suffer a setback, and releasing the Werewolf's power again and again...

With a faint sigh, David patted his own head.

"This shouldn't have happened. I had planned for that little wolf cub, who only had the strength of an ordinary adult, to attack him. Then I would make him transform, so Little Arro would know that even among ordinary people, there were dangerous monsters. Even when facing ordinary people, he needed to remain on guard."

"And I was supposed to stay beside him the entire time, protecting him and preventing him from being truly harmed..."

The Gray Mist condensed into Nicole's form. She looked gently at her husband. "David, everyone makes mistakes. Don't let shame and regret cloud your eyes."

"A wizard's strength comes from reason. Even powerful wizards are not all-knowing and all-powerful."

"I know that because I carried Little Arro, my advancement to Formal Wizard was delayed. You desperately want Little Arro to grow up quickly so that I can advance with Peace of Mind."

"But you really don't need to."

"As parents, when our son was an infant, we worried whether he was hungry."

"When he was young, we worried about the development of his character."

"Even if he becomes a Formal Wizard, even if he becomes a Starlight Wizard whose brilliance shines upon the world, we will still worry whether he might encounter a powerful enemy."

"Focus on yourself, David. Don't let the negative emotional energy of the Mist Realm affect your reason."

"We are not merely his parents. We are ourselves as well. After recuperating during this time, I feel that I'm about to advance to Formal Wizard. David, don't make me wait too long."

He had made a mistake, yet Nicole was still so understanding, still forgiving him, still comforting him.

David closed his eyes slightly and took a deep breath, steadying his emotions. A gentle smile returned to his lips, and his refined face regained its usual radiance. Turning to Nicole, he said affectionately, "Nicole, you truly are my goddess!"

"Hehe!"

Nicole smiled playfully, directly taking the hand David had extended. Laughing, she said, "Then you are my savior, my Brave Knight!"

"My Brave Knight, put away that expression. You are Little Arro's strict father."

"Of course, my goddess, Little Arro's gentle mother."

Despair filled Little Arro's heart.

He did not know why, but no matter how many times he kicked and struck the young Werewolf, the young Werewolf no longer cried out in pain.

Little Arro could even see that although he still had not stopped, the wound had begun to wriggle and heal. The Werewolf Youth lying flat on the ground had simply stopped moving, letting Little Arro vent on him while staring at him with mocking eyes.

What should he do?

Stop?

Say something like, I was actually giving you a massage. This was all a misunderstanding!

He did not know... if it was still too late.

Little Arro did not dare stop!

Even though the adrenaline had faded and every muscle in his body trembled with exhaustion!

Even though the force behind his kicks was growing weaker and weaker.

He still did not dare stop!

Because he did not know.

Was the Werewolf Youth unable to resist because of the intense pain, or was he waiting with the intention of playing around, waiting to laugh at him when he collapsed from exhaustion?

Even if he wanted to laugh at him, he had to keep going!

Little Arro secretly encouraged himself.

This place was very close to the Castle. Any Maid only needed to glance out the window to notice something was wrong. You know this Werewolf's strength. He is definitely no match for the Guards!

Arro, keep going!

As long as you are not dead, there is still a chance!

"Little Arro."

That voice... Mother?!

Was it his imagination?

"Arro."

There was a trace of awkwardness in that stern tone, but Little Arro could still recognize it as his father's voice!

Seeing the two familiar figures from the corner of his eye, Little Arro was overjoyed.

His father was a powerful martial expert who could turn invisible!

"Udyr!"

The Werewolf Youth spoke out tremblingly. Facing Little Arro, he had seen the scene of those two suddenly appearing out of thin air.

Udyr?

What did that word mean?

Was it something used to describe a realm of power?

Like Innate or Grandmaster?

But no matter what it meant, the trembling in the Werewolf Youth's voice made one thing clear—he was afraid!

"Roar! Werewolves fear nothing!"

As if encouraging himself, the Werewolf Youth bared his fangs and struggled to rise.

David frowned and glared at him. "Kneel!"

An invisible force rapidly pressed down upon the Werewolf Youth. With a thud, he collapsed helplessly.

Mental pressure!

At minimum—an Advanced Wizard Apprentice!

The Werewolf Youth struggled desperately, but he had already foreseen his fate.

He had attacked the descendant of an Advanced Wizard Apprentice.

And been caught red-handed!

He was... dead for sure.

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