The Silent Pact of a Wolf Babysitter
Chapter 71: Don’t Hate Me. Hate Fate

Chapter 71: Don’t Hate Me. Hate Fate

When I slipped my hand into the sack, it was like dipping into water—except what I felt was a bottomless abyss.

Even with God Wolf Eye, I couldn’t see into its depths.

Definitely not an ordinary sack. It probably had special properties—something similar to my Shadow Realm.

Yeah... finding the enchanted item on my own was out of the question.

(Platform!)

{Understood.}

This time, she actually started combing through the bag’s endless insides.

And with her help, I managed to fish it out.

It was a stone—oval-shaped, beautiful, and green—its surface shifting like an illusion of moving forest leaves.

A thread looped through it, fashioned to be worn around the neck.

It was an amulet.

But not just any amulet—this was a high-tier Divine Amulet, the kind you’d only find dangling from the necks of top-ranking sect masters or bishops.

How in the world did a Spider Devil end up with something like this?

Meanwhile, Jorō had started stalking toward me again, eyes locked, ready to pounce.

I tossed the sack back to her.

She could have the rest. I wasn’t about to stoop to robbing thieves.

But this gorgeous amulet?

I was keeping it—as compensation for all the trouble she caused me.

So not robbery.

Consider it... a fair exchange.

Whether she lived or died from this point on really wasn’t my concern.

"Go on. Shoo," I said, waving her off like a pesky bug.

She didn’t take it well.

Jorō stretched her hand out toward me slowly, trembling.

"Give it... back..." she whispered, voice pitiful and cracked.

Huh.

Guess I’m fluent in Crazy-Spider-Devil-ese now.

She completely ignored the sack I threw to the ground—a sack brimming with treasure I definitely wouldn’t mind having for my journey into human lands.

But she bypassed all of that... for one silly little amulet?

How greedy!

I turned to face her fully, my grin deepening as a chuckle bubbled up.

Honestly, I couldn’t help myself.

At the end of the day, I’m a real jerk, aren’t I?

I opened my mouth.

And the amulet slipped in.

Jorō’s eyes slowly widened, her entire body trembling in what I could only describe as theatrical horror.

She just stood there, watching—stunned—as I swallowed her precious divine jewel like the heart of a newborn deer.

I like deer.

Then I looked her straight in the eye.

"Come and get it," I said, patting my stomach. "It’s right here."

Kukuku. Foolish cockroach.

I wanted to spare you, Jorō. I really did. Because I was feeling generous. Merciful, even.

But let’s be honest—when you got this amulet, you didn’t exactly ask politely, did you?

With the kind of chaos you cause for shiny things, I bet some hapless human stumbled into your mauls—and probably ended up spider food.

So...

I’ll take the liberty of avenging them, alright?

Don’t hate me. Hate fate.

So...

I’ll take the liberty of avenging them, alright?

Don’t hate me. Hate fate.

And while I’m at it, I’ll be taking the sack too.

Crab cuisine, stress relief, a top-tier divine artifact, and a sack full of treasure?

Ahh... the heavens haven’t forgotten me after all.

But just as I was enjoying my little monologue, Jorō lunged—faster than before.

Twice her normal speed, easy.

Heh. The tantrum of a mad beast.

I didn’t move. I didn’t need to.

I had swallowed the amulet—so the lucky enchantment should’ve been mine now, right?

SPLURT!!

...Hoh?

I looked down.

Ah. That’s my torso. And there’s a hole in it.

Jorō managed to puncture it.

Makes you think...maybe the enchantment doesn’t work on thieving Fenrirs?

*

SWANIR

I truly believed we could defeat that lowly devil... but how mistaken I was.

It’s turned out to be far more troublesome than I anticipated—despite not seeming vastly more powerful than us, at least not individually.

Yet even against the odds, our Supreme Lord—Lord Ruben—is properly dismantling it.

He’s making it look like he’s struggling, though I can’t fathom why.

But I trust him. I know he has a plan.

A mind like mine could never grasp the depths of his infinite wisdom.

*

I was reborn just yesterday—remade by his Lordship into a being capable of leveling entire fields and kingdoms.

I remember nothing from my past, save for a vague, flickering image: I fell in battle against a demigod.

Bladir, who stands beside me, feels like my...brother... though I don’t fully know why.

He also calls me "elder sister," and the same familiarity comes from Chiyama and Fangstrong.

They seem oddly closer than the rest of the Mumoko no kiba.

Well, those kind of thoughts are unnecessary.

We’ve been given a second chance—a divine purpose.

To aid the Supreme Lord. Everything else is a distraction.

With the naming, our souls were drawn closer to Lord Ruben—Thus our forms.

I now feel a connection to him stronger than I do even with our generals: Trigger-sama, and the rest of the Mumoko no Kiba.

I turned my eyes to the raging battle—our Lord against the spider devil.

At first glance, it looked like he was being cornered, driven back.

But surely... surely, this was all part of his plan!

(Note: It wasn’t.)

He was constantly evading, his defenses breaking more often than not—until he suddenly moved.

So fast, we could barely track him.

Chiyama, the fastest among the Specter Wolves, was grinning ear to ear, perched atop Fangstrong’s broad shoulder.

Fangstrong himself seemed completely absorbed, eyes wide, muscles taut, watching every movement.

Bladir beside me... his face flushed, heart racing at the display of our master’s raw, manifested power.

Mhmm. As it should.

Our Master had just obliterated the spider’s vessel.

Though it was regenerating, it was slower now.

We could see it—this fight was finally turning.

Master retrieved the sack she had been clutching, reaching into its depths to pull out a holy relic.

Apparently, this had been his grand plan all along.

"It seems the amulet was granting it unimaginable luck," Fangstrong muttered, his crimson-black eyes gleaming with something close to hatred.

"So it would seem," I replied, keeping my tone even. "But its luck has run out. It’s fighting a Supreme Lord, after all."

"But..." Chiyama chimed in, her voice light and almost cheerful, "that thing could’ve defeated us, right?"

"Hah! Inconceivable," Fangstrong scoffed. "Maybe if we’d charged in blindly, or fought it alone... but together, using our full strength? It’d have been incinerated. Without question."

He wasn’t entirely wrong.

The bond we shared went deeper than most.

We worked in tandem, perfectly. And we had the presence to get the others moving as one too.

"True," I began slowly, "but even so... we wouldn’t walk away unscathed."

Fangstrong gave a curt nod. "As a proper battle should be. Still—we can no longer truly die."

"Hehehe," Chiyama giggled, reaching up to pat the side of Fangstrong’s head. "You sound so smug about it, Pops. Isn’t that cheating, as a warrior?"

Fangstrong tugged lightly at her nose. "In war, little one, nothing is sacred. You use every advantage you have, or you perish."

...That’s... a bit of a terrifying worldview, coming from him. Borderline a war crime.

But still...

One thing had been nagging at me.

"Chiyama," I said, turning to her. "Why do you call him ’Pops’?"

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