Bell, Get Lost!

In ancient times, Overlord burned his boats; today, Bell blew up the moon... Ahem, never mind. Bad luck to say it...

Once Hermione learned that Bell was simply in seclusion, training hard, rather than having met with some accident, the weight in her chest finally settled.

However, as Bell remained out of contact for longer and longer, Hermione's heart began to drift uneasily again.

Why wasn't he out yet?

Bell had secluded himself several times before to conduct experiments or craft magical items, and Hermione had more or less grown used to it. But those previous times had lasted no more than two or three days at most. This time, it had already been over a week. Could something have happened to him in the laboratory?

The more she worried, the more she thought; the more she thought, the more she worried. Trapped in that vicious cycle, Hermione could neither eat nor sleep. Whenever she had a spare moment, she would stare blankly at the moon in the sky.

"Big Sister Hermione, why aren't you eating? Did you sneak some snacks again this afternoon?"

Little Wolf was somehow squatting on his chair again, a fried chicken leg in one hand, a roasted lamb chop in the other, and a meat bone clamped between his teeth. He was busy beyond measure.

After suffering through many lessons, Little Wolf had become increasingly skilled at sneaking snacks. He could now precisely control how much he ate, making sure he had mostly digested the snacks by dinner so they would not affect his appetite.

That way, his snack-stealing would not be exposed, and he would not be punished by Big Sister Shanna.

Because he had been through it himself, Little Wolf understood very well just how difficult it was to resist the temptation of