I picked up the seriously injured Silver Wolf King and made a secret contract, hoping to have the ceiling of combat power. As a result, the light beam dispersed, and the powerful wolf king turned into a little one with soft silver fur, ignorant blue eyes, and a sweet and milky fragrance all over his body.
Me:……
From then on, I was wanted by the whole orc tribe and embarked on the frightening escape route of "taking the cub". Others fight and let go of their war pets, but I fight - and take out a sleeping wolf cub from my arms.
Until one day, when the siege was desperate, the cub in my arms opened its ice-blue eyes, faded away from its tenderness, and turned into the beautiful man who looked down on the world, protecting me behind him. The fragrance of milk lingered on his fingertips, but his voice was as cold as a knife: "Who gave you the courage to touch my people?"
Later I learned that on the day I picked up the girl, I was not contracting a bodyguard, but the king who would take over the world in the future, and his unique, milky tenderness.
