Although Xia Mi's little fists were fair and delicate, Amon had no doubt about the power they contained, nor did he doubt that she could beat Fenrir until he howled.
...Even pretending to howl was still howling.
Fenrir was still waiting blankly where he stood. He stretched out his neck, as though extending his head farther would let him see his sister.
The two walked toward the end of the platform, with Amon in front and Xia Mi following behind.
During the final stretch, Xia Mi quickened her pace and held the snacks out before him.
"Be good. Call me Sister."
Her tone was very, very gentle, but Fenrir shuddered, keenly sensing a trace of danger hidden within it.
Where did I make Sister angry? But I've always been obedient... Fenrir felt a little wronged and said stiffly, "S-Sister."
Xia Mi was nearly reduced to tears by her idiot brother's stupidity. Fortunately, this time he was only her adopted brother and meant no harm. But if he met someone with malicious intentions next time and trusted them so foolishly, what then?
Looking at Fenrir, who was tense, uneasy, and cautious, she suddenly sighed. Thousands of years had passed like this. Her brother had never improved, but what could she do? It was an inborn flaw of his.
Amon stepped forward and said, "Little sister, it's normal for him to find it awkward when calling you that on your first meeting. Spend more time with him, and he'll get used to it."
Xia Mi shot him a glance, utterly speechless... What had this guy misunderstood now...? Fenrir was nervous and stammering because he was afraid I'd get angry, not because he was nervous around a stranger!
Fenrir also felt that something was strange, but the words "spend more time with him"