Chapter 2312 Werewolf and Vampire’s Familial Love
Via quickly woke up to find herself lying on the ice surface. Wis was playfully poking her with her wolf claws while holding an oil pen.
“You! Always pulling such silly pranks!” Via exclaimed in exasperation, conjuring a golden circular mirror. She saw that several drawings had been made on her face.
“It’s fine, you won’t lose a piece of flesh. They’ll disappear easily enough,” Wis said with a laugh. The last time Via was defeated, Wis had done the same, seeing it as a small punishment for the loser.
She was right. Via instantly dissolved into a swarm of flies, then reformed into a small blonde loli. The markings on her face vanished on the spot.
Although it was just a small prank, Via couldn’t let it go. She grit her teeth and declared, “It’s too disadvantageous for me during the day, and I can’t possibly win against you at sea. When we dock, I want to have a match with you at the cemetery!”
“Alright, I’ll accompany you to the end. But if you lose again, I won’t just draw on your face. I’ll strip your clothes and draw on your body,” Wis said with a triumphant smile, clearly delighted by her victory.
Due to her powerful strength, Wis had always won more than she lost. Before Via’s return, she had also engaged in duels with other girls, achieving considerable success, and mostly winning.
“Hmph! You won’t win so easily next time. The cemetery is my home ground, just you wait. If I win, I’ll strip you bare right in front of Big Brother!” Via threatened fiercely.
Wis blushed, her triumphant demeanor faltering slightly. Her only true counter was Jayad. When she first arrived, unaware of her limits and full of arrogance, Jayad had led her around like a dog. Coupled with being toyed with by tentacles, she had become much more subdued since then.
Just as she was about to retort, she heard Jayad loudly calling from the nearby cargo ship, “You two, hurry back after you’re done. Stop playing!”
“Yes!” Hearing Jayad’s command, the two women leaped up, jumping directly from the ice surface onto the ship’s deck. Their graceful and dashing figures, along with their intense and exciting battle just now, earned them cheers from the subordinates.
After leaping onto the railing and then onto the deck, Wis looked at Jayad, nodded respectfully, and lowered her ears. Her large tail even swept the ground as she said deferentially, “Mr. Jayad, you’re awake? I was just having a little exchange with Miss Via.”
Judging by the commotion of their recent fight, it was hardly a “little exchange,” but Wis, fearing Jayad’s punishment for fighting privately, was exceedingly polite and respectful. It was clear that Jayad had left a significant psychological scar on her.
In reality, Jayad didn’t blame her. He simply nodded and encouraged her, “You fought very well. Fighting without stable footing at sea was also spectacular. You can spar with the other girls more next time. More communication usually is very helpful.”
Most of the girls in their household were experts. When they had nothing else to do, they would often spar with each other, but all the girls had one consensus: never to duel with Jayad. He was an exception; no one could defeat him, only be utterly dominated, even by unspeakable tentacles. However, for some girls, this could even be considered a reward.
I also looked at Wis with satisfaction. Compared to the solitary, cold, and violent werewolf she was when she first emerged from the dungeon, she had become much more adaptable. She also now used her paintbrush to playfully draw on opponents after defeating them.
This was actually something Wis herself had experienced. Despite her great strength, she could lose under certain rules or conditions. She also lost in games due to unfamiliarity with the rules, and then her sisters would draw on her face as a joke.
Now, it seemed Wis had almost completely integrated into their group. She also behaved more like a girl her age, occasionally sulking, joking with people, or bickering. She was no longer the frenzied, gloomy, self-closed, and cursed illegitimate wolf girl she once was.
“Wis, I brought you a gift,” I said. Wis looked at me doubtfully. We were out at sea, and she was in unfamiliar territory. Who could have brought her a gift?
“Here you go.” I produced the Princess’s gift box, which also had a greeting card with elegant German handwriting, making it obvious who had written it.
“Sister?!” Wis exclaimed in astonishment. She took the gift box and the card, still in disbelief. Seeing the birthday wishes on the card, she muttered in surprise, “She actually remembers my birthday?”
I thought it would be best not to tell her that the Princess had inquired with the Grand Duke to find out. Actually, it wasn’t the Princess’s fault. The Duke had never held a public birthday banquet for Wis before, only celebrating privately at most. It was normal for the Princess not to know.
Wis opened the gift box. Inside was a sky-blue hair accessory adorned with a cute ribbon. Frankly, its style didn’t quite suit Wis. Wis suited a wild or cool beauty style. This kind of cute accessory seemed more fitting for the Princess, or rather, it was chosen by the Princess herself based on her own aesthetic.
The accessory was a magic apparatus, but it wasn’t store-bought. The Princess had enchanted it herself, emanating her magic. Her enchanting technique was rather crude, and the spell itself seemed to only have a minor function of increasing appetite and aiding digestion—a basic spell for Glutton believers.
“That idiot, this enchantment won’t last long before the magic dissipates,” Wis mocked, yet she felt an attachment to the hair accessory. After examining it back and forth several times, she even put it on.
She pinned the accessory below her left ear, letting the ribbon hang down with her hair. It looked quite charming, and seeing them worn together, one could notice an underlying similarity in their auras, despite one possessing Fenrir’s divine power and the other Beelzebub’s. They were indeed sisters.
“Sister Parul, how is my Father? You saw him yesterday, right?” Via also asked. She still cared about her father, after all.
“He’s doing well. He’s engrossed in business in Cando City, to the point he doesn’t miss Romania. He seems to be in the process of handing things over to members of the Murder Church but hasn’t decided to leave yet,” I said with a smile.
Speaking of which, Lavias had gone to Cando City to find his daughter and, incidentally, to support me. Yet now, both I and Via had left, but he was still happily lingering in Cando City, which seemed a bit like getting the cart before the horse.
“Then I can rest assured. I hope Sister Parul can help me bring some gifts to Mother next time,” Via said, seemingly realizing she could use me to deliver items during meetings.
“Mhm, I also want to write a reply to my sister,” Wis added.
