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Chapter 12 - Your Little Red Riding Hood is a 36D?

Chapter 12: Your Little Red Riding Hood is a 36D?

Rhodes stepped out of the sealed chamber. The young girl who had been waiting anxiously outside looked toward the room the moment he emerged.

“Ah!”

The next second, the gruesome scene inside made her scream in horror. Rhodes frowned and quickly raised a hand to cover her mouth.

“The priest was possessed by a demon just now. I helped exorcise it from him. You should go find a doctor to stop the bleeding.”

The panicked girl froze for a moment, then seemed to realize something.

No wonder the priest had looked so fierce earlier.

So, this man had saved her. Realizing this, she immediately looked at Rhodes with deep gratitude.

“I’ll go get a doctor!”

As the girl hurried off, Rhodes turned to leave the church as well. Whether or not the priest survived, it had nothing to do with him. Next, he planned to visit the village chief. That’s likely where he could find clues about the werewolves.

At this point, things were becoming clear. The werewolves’ appearance was definitely tied to the village chief. In fact, it was highly likely that the village chief was behind all of this.

Just as he was about to leave the church, Rhodes’s eyes landed on the enormous cross standing behind it. Its surface was plated with silver, several meters tall. This church had probably stood here for decades, so the cross could be considered an antique.

“No way I’m leaving empty-handed.”

He raised his hand and performed an exchange, ‘Equivaria!’

Shing!

With a flash of light, the giant cross vanished into thin air. Rhodes felt something materialize in his palm. Opening his hand, he found a ten-centimeter ornate cross necklace emitting a radiant, sacred glow. Moments later, the glow faded, as if it were all an illusion.

Rhodes frowned, a strange sense of discomfort washing over him. It felt like his body was instinctively rejecting the necklace. Then, it hit him. His werewolf bloodline! Silver inherently suppresses werewolves. Even a minor wound caused by a silver weapon could be fatal.

Rhodes’s werewolf bloodline had been acquired by sacrificial abilities, so it was fundamentally different from an inherent werewolf’s. Therefore, he wasn’t as vulnerable. All the blessed cross did was make him slightly uncomfortable. If it were a normal werewolf, just touching it would probably leave them collapsed and helpless on the ground.

“Could come in handy against some of the tougher dark creatures,” he muttered.

According to Western legends, most dark and mythical creatures had very distinct weaknesses. Elves feared iron. Werewolves feared silver. Vampires feared crosses. This necklace could prove useful when dealing with more powerful enemies. After storing the cross in his personal space, Rhodes exited the church.

He was about to head toward the village chief’s house when a figure suddenly darted out from a corner. Rhodes frowned and instinctively sidestepped. But the other person, as if targeting him, ran straight into him, headfirst.

Thud!

There was a sharp cry of pain. Rhodes, with his thick skin and muscle, barely felt a thing. But the woman who crashed into him stumbled and fell flat on her butt.

“Ow! That hurts!”

She rubbed her behind and slowly looked up. Their eyes met, and Rhodes’s gaze lit up slightly.

The woman on the ground was wearing a crimson knee-length dress, a red velvet hat, and a matching red cloak trailing behind her. Around 170 cm tall, her skin was pale as snow, and her long golden hair flowed freely over her shoulders, highlighting her porcelain-white complexion. Her chest was voluptuous, with a deep, shadowy cleavage that seemed bottomless. Below her cinched black corset, her slender waist looked like it could be broken in one hand. Despite the loose dress, her exaggerated curves were impossible to hide. Her hips were round and perky, shaped like ripe peaches. Below that were long, toned legs that were flawlessly pale. Her face was delicate, with striking red lips—innocent yet seductive.

Looking at the girl, in high heels, sheer black stockings, and with a 36D figure, Rhodes was genuinely surprised. A woman with this kind of body, looks, and aura was rare even in modern cities. Yet, here she was, in a rundown village of all places.

“I’m sorry. I was in a hurry to visit my sick grandmother and didn’t see you,” the girl said, slowly getting up with an apologetic look.

“Your grandmother?” Rhodes raised an eyebrow.

Before he could ask further, the girl rambled on her own, “My grandmother lives alone in the forest. I have to hurry there, or it’ll be dangerous for her to be by herself at night.”

Rhodes’s expression turned strange.

A sick grandmother. A delicate girl. If this were following a classic story script, wouldn’t he now be expected to offer to escort her? But wasn’t this way too coincidental?

He had just arrived in the village, and now, this?

More importantly, what kind of young girl would dare venture into a forest known for werewolves? All alone at that?

Something felt off. It was all…way too convenient. Rhodes thought for a moment, then decided to play along.

If you don’t step into the trap, how will you ever find out who’s hiding behind it?

“You going alone is too dangerous. I’ll go with you. Oh, and I didn’t catch your name?” Rhodes replied.

“I don’t have a name,” she replied with a smile. “But everyone calls me Little Red Riding Hood!”