More than half a month had passed since Amon met Fenrir. Over those days, he had been slipping into that Nibelungen every few days.
He equipped Fenrir with a desktop computer, connected it to a large monitor, and added a projector, carefully setting up a screen four meters long and three meters high. Though the equipment still looked tiny before Fenrir's mountain-like bulk, it was a world apart from the old-fashioned television he had before.
A computer naturally needed the internet, so Amon found a way to run a network cable in for him!
This novel thing left Fenrir gaping for ages, constantly going, "Ooh, ooh, ooh!" His molten-gold dragon eyes were filled with childlike curiosity and amazement.
With the toys in place, food was a necessity too. Amon simply rented a truck and had an entire truckload of potato chips delivered.
Using the excuse that there were too many potato chips and he needed help, he suggested letting the kamaitachi carry them. Fenrir naturally agreed. Under the Monarch's will, these Dragon-Blooded Creatures displayed an extraordinary degree of obedience—tell them to go east, and they would never go west.
Fenrir only said that the kamaitachi should listen to Amon, without specifying a time limit. Thus, Amon quite naturally gained command over the flock of kamaitachi.
Perhaps in their simple minds, Amon was a close attendant serving His Majesty the Dragon King, someone they absolutely could not afford to offend.
The barrage of immense happiness left Fenrir dizzy. His gratitude toward this "good friend" was as inexhaustible as the waters of rivers and lakes.
Even his longing for his sister, Xia Mi, was temporarily diluted by the bizarre, dazzling world on the computer screen...
So happy here that he forgot his sister.
During those days, Amon showed him Water Margin and