The Silent Pact of a Wolf Babysitter-Chapter 69: Something Cold’s in my Skull

It was a large, violet spider creature with silver scythes for legs and horns jutting from several corners of its body. But its head—

Well, that was the thing;

It didn't have a spider's head. Not a normal one, at least.

Instead, the entire upper half of a woman bloomed from that spot. A very, very beautiful woman.

Her skin was pale as snow, and her silky hair was an even lighter pink than Chiyama's streaks.

She had four pink ovals across her forehead, and two more beneath her eyes—equally pink, sclera and all. Menacing. Beautiful.

Guessing those were eyes too?

She had those jagged, shark-like teeth too. Yikes.

Hmmm.

Her breasts were... fairly large.

But covered. Mostly. The exoskeleton sparsely wrapped around parts of her body like armor...

Ah—what am I even thinking right now?!

Concentrate.

I started walking forward, ready to ask her why she thought it was okay to just waltz into our hunt without even greeting us when—

"My Lord!" Swanir and the other Phantom Fangs suddenly stood in front of me, forming a sharp line.

They took stance instantly, each one brimming with that calm-but-deadly aura.

Swanir spoke for them all. "Allow us to attend to this issue. You need not trouble yourself."

"What? I don't mind doing it," I said.

No, more like—get out of the way and let me enjoy my fun!

Swanir's eyes locked onto the spider-woman. "Worry not, my Lord," she growled, her voice sharpening. "We intend to shred this beast to pieces; limb from limb—rip its innards across this blasted land, grind its bones into shards, and leave her essence bleeding into the same earth that witnessed her insult to your magnificence. And when we're finished with the disrespectful insect, it'll never again dream of spitting on your excellence."

Well of course, because she'll be dead. Obviously.

The Phantom Fangs were fully switched now.

That eerie, silver-black aura coiled out from their limbs as curved blades of dark essence shimmered into their hands. Their bloodlust was thick enough to choke hapless victims.

But—

"No," I answered firmly.

They paused. Turned. Looked at me with a mix of confusion and hesitation.

I took a breath, feeling the scorched wind brush past me. The air still carried whispers of curse and poison, remnants of the blast.

"If I always have you guys do everything," I continued, "how would I ever grow on my own?"

They glanced at each other. Their brows lowered, quiet frowns forming—not out of disobedience, but contemplation.

"Or are you saying... I'm weak?"

That last line made them flinch. Immediately, they stepped aside, clearing the path for me.

I added with a grin, "Allow me to protect you—just this once. You're my adorable wolfies, after all. My favorites. Just... don't tell the others, okay?"

I winked.

And—Instant red.

Swanir turned away, pulling her cloak up till it covered her nose.

Bladir looked like he'd wandered into a dreamland.

Chiyama started tracing something into the dirt with her foot, arms tucked shyly behind her back.

And even the brawniest of the bunch, Fangstrong, was palming his blushing face like a flustered pup caught nuzzling his admirer mid-howl.

'If this isn't the cutest group ever, I don't know what is.'

Honestly, I just didn't want them stealing a potential chew toy. But hey—if we're all blushing and smiling, that works for me.

Leaving them behind, I moved closer to Jorō. (I gave her a name already, yes. Can't be saying Spider devil all the time).

We were just a few feet apart now. Close enough that any normal being would've noticed. But she?

Totally ignored me.

She kept ripping jewels and rare stones from my prey with unholy glee, stuffing them into the web-formed sack.

And she was breathing... heavily. Like a total pervert.

Cringe.

Actually creepy. And since her face was so beautiful, it somehow made it even worse to watch. Sad, even.

...Oh heavens, she's drooling.

I stretched out my arm toward her, charging it with 70% black lightning—the kind that could reduce a battalion of humans into a cloud of dark mist.

Crack!

I fired.

But the lightning bent. Midway.

Literally.

The black streak of energy curved on its own and slammed into the ground instead.

So now we've got two options:

Either the lightning was scared... or she bent it without even looking.

This alone makes her a stronger for than Owl-head. And that guy might've hit 900,000 PV if he'd been in top form.

But hey, a devil's a devil.

No different from cockroaches.

You just gotta keep smacking till they splatter.

I gathered a generous chunk of magic in my right hand, layering it with fire attribute, then blending in a touch of Abaddon's Jaw—you know, for that delightful erasing effect.

The resulting fireball swelled to the size of my head, dense and humming like a miniature sun. Without wasting a beat, I let it loose.

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It tore through the air at absurd speeds—fast enough to turn a line of soldiers into soot before they could blink.

And Jorō?

She backhanded it.

Like it was merely an annoying bug.

The fireball curved off-course, screamed through the skies in a flaming arc, and detonated somewhere far behind us with a heavy rumble. The ground trembled beneath our feet.

Her arm? Unscathed.

Only smoke on her fingertips.

She just went back to stealing, now digging her claws into the crab's flesh like she was harvesting fruit.

...Okay, so... It's personal at this point.

I strolled forward, slow and deliberate, closing the distance between us until I stood just inches away.

Then, with zero ceremony, I grabbed the giant crab's carcass and hurled it backwards toward the Phantom Fangs.

I hadn't even finished the motion when something cold threaded into my skull.

A heartbeat later, warmth spilled down my face, soaking my white shirt.

(I'll have Levi clean it for me with White water. I like white water).

Jorō—annoyed I'd interfered with her loot—had plunged one of her scythe-legs right into my head, lifted me like a ragdoll, and yanked it free with violent force.

Blood gushed from the wound, but the earth had already grown so dry and greedy, it drank every drop before a pool could form.

...Okay but seriously—how the heck did she pierce my skull that easily?

Ah, don't worry about me, reader!