Fenrir was the giant wolf of Norse Mythology: a dweller of the swamps, a monster that shook the earth, the eldest son of the evil god Loki and the giantess Angrboda, and the elder brother of Jörmungandr, the world serpent, and Hel, the goddess of death. During the Twilight of the Gods, he had killed Odin with a single bite.
Of course, not all those astonishing tales were true. For instance, the legendary evil god Loki was merely a Legendary Wizard. His forbidden love with the giantess Angrboda had been opposed by giants and wizards alike, turning them into evil figures in children's bedtime stories and their children into "monsters."
Zheng Qing was not familiar with the name Fenrir.
But he had heard of Fenrir's brother, Jörmungandr, the world serpent. Sephrano, Alpha Academy's "almost Augustus," liked the Ouroboros and used it as the emblem of his club and hunting team. Zheng Qing had looked into it and learned that the Ouroboros had some hazy connection to Jörmungandr.
That was all.
As for Fenrir, he only knew that he was a great wolf from Norse Mythology, even more formidable than the heavenly dog that ate the moon. For some reason, he had always imagined Fenrir with a beautiful coat of silvery-white fur.
"Fenrir." Zheng Qing frowned, turning the name over in his mind. "I remember he's a monster from Norse Mythology... Does that mean the little dog has something to do with Atlas Academy?"
At First University, if something involved religion or mythology, asking someone from Atlas was never a bad idea.
Before Xiao Xiao could speak, Ban Na rejected the young scholarship student's guess.
"Not this time." The fat man looked rather serious—a look Zheng Qing had only seen when he discussed investigative reporting or prepared Magic Potions. He had