Yarra’s Adventure Notes
Chapter 1088 - 202 The Clever Little Fox_2

Chapter 1088: Chapter 202 The Clever Little Fox_2

"You are getting fatter and fatter as you eat." Freya expressionlessly pressed the little banshee back into the crystal, ending the performance that could terrify the faint-hearted at night. She borrowed a scolding she had heard countless times to lecture the little one, "You’re a girl too, can’t you be a bit more mindful of your image? Look at how fat you’ve become, and all you think about every day is eating. If you keep this up, you will not be allowed to eat dinner every night."

"Giggles, Sister Freya is so fluent in that," the little banshee was not at all afraid of Freya’s threat and, with a smile, dodged Freya’s plump hands and cheerfully said, "And I won’t get fat, haha, I’m the type that never gains weight no matter how much I eat. On the other hand, Sister Freya, haha, Sister Catherine, last night I saw Sister Freya secretly eating cookies again, oh, you couldn’t catch her."

"You fool, mind your words or I will really spank you," Freya said through gritted teeth, and turning her head, she caught Catherine’s smirk, immediately felt guilty, and waved her hands saying, "Big, big, big sister, you shouldn’t believe this fool’s words. It was like this last night. I was organizing my bag, and I found, I don’t know who put them there, three cookies. Then, ah, it might be hard to believe, but really, the cookies jumped into my mouth, I wasn’t trying to eat them."

"Heh, heh, I believe, how could I not believe," Catherine said with a sneer, "Speaking of which, you might not believe it either, but today your dinner really disappeared on its own, definitely not because we ate it. Hmm, it seems like Pannis personally took a hand in it today, and it was a kind of food we have never seen before. I remember, every time he makes something special, it turns out exceptionally delicious. Isn’t this time an exception either?"

"Sister, you are too cruel," Freya, no longer pursuing Annie, clutched her head and wailed, "I only ate four pieces of candied fruit today, I won’t be able to sleep without dinner."

"Oh, it was four pieces, was it?" Catherine said, feigning realization, "Well, since that’s the case, you’ll also miss tomorrow’s dinner."

"Clap clap," Pannis clapped his hands and said, "Stop it now, everyone come here, dinner is ready. If you don’t come now, you won’t have any tonight."

The next moment, a delicate Death Banshee was already hugging her knees, floating next to the campfire, staring intently at a bag hanging over the fire, with saliva glistening at the corners of her semi-transparent face.

"Where’s your sister Little Deer?" Pannis casually patted the little one’s head and said, "Call her over too."

"She is playing with the Little Fox right over there," Annie looked back and called out, "Little Deer, Fox, come for dinner."

"Then you come and help me first," a frantic voice from behind a pile of clutter in the camp called out, "Stupid Fox, don’t hug my head, it’s not a toy, ah, don’t run, come back here."

A golden flash emerged as the Little Fox rolled a white, boney skull along, and the headless skeleton of the Little Skeleton chased after it, with the voice emanating from the skull, "Ah, ah, it stole my head again, help me get it back."

The golden Little Fox rolled the round skull all the way to the campfire. Due to its natural fear of fire, it didn’t dare to get too close. Stopping a short distance from the fire, it lay on its back, legs in the air, and began rolling Little Deer’s skull around—an enjoyable game for the Little Fox.

"Stupid scarf, if you keep making trouble, see this bag here? I don’t mind adding a bit of something to it," Pannis wickedly smiled and threatened, "Actually, adding a bit of fox meat would make it taste even better."

"Roar." Upon hearing the familiar name, the little fox could no longer care about its ball-topping game, flipping over to stand and instinctively baring its sharp teeth at Pannis, but it kept retreating, quickly burrowing into Catherine’s embrace, making a pitiful crying sound.

"This little one has also picked up some bad habits from Annie and the Little Deer," Catherine said with a laugh and a tear, holding the fox and affectionately scratching its chin. She sighed and said, "No matter what, the little fox can’t continue with us anymore; it doesn’t have the ability to protect itself from soul attacks in there."

"Howl." Illusion Fox was a very clever animal and seemed to understand what Catherine had said. Its ears and tail immediately drooped while it let out a low whine. Catherine sighed once more, and without saying anything further, she gently stroked the little fox’s soft fur. After spending days and nights together, everyone had grown accustomed to the little fox’s presence. But now, unlike before, this separation had become inevitable, leaving the girls feeling somewhat empty inside.

"It’s best to leave it here." Flare smiled, waved at the little fox, which immediately perked up its ears upon hearing this. The little guy let out several sharp cries and dashed to Flare, energetically wagging its tail.

"This little thing has almost become as smart as a sentient creature," Flare said as she petted the little fox’s head. "We already said we would wait here for you for a month, so let it stay here during this time. After you come out, just take it straight home with you."

"Take it back to the city?" Catherine was taken aback. Although she had thought about it before, she had various concerns and hadn’t expected Flare to bring it up proactively. Hesitating, she said, "Will it really like living in the city?"

"Your home is big enough for it to live in, and although it is a magical beast, being so clever, it won’t do things to make you uncomfortable," Flare shook her head. "As for whether it will like living in the city, I can’t give you an answer, but it does indeed love being with you, and that’s enough, isn’t it?"

Indeed, the little fox had already run back to Catherine’s feet, lying on the knight’s foot and gently biting her shin guard, gazing pitifully into the girl’s eyes.

"Alright, you win," Catherine pressed the little fox’s glossy black nose. "As long as we make it back alive this time, I will take you home with us."

"Are you still planning to have dinner or not?" The ladies’ attention had been solely on the little fox, completely ignoring the dinner situation, and Pannis said discontentedly, "If you’re not eating, I might just finish it all myself."

"Of course, we’ll eat." The girls responded in unison. They were still looking forward to Pannis’s cooking, especially since this was the last quiet dinner before entering the core of the Forest of Death. One could easily imagine that once they entered the fog-covered wandering terrain, entering the world that even demigods dared not tread, although it was unclear what would happen, they likely wouldn’t have such untroubled peace for a while. As for whether there would be a chance to sit down to a joyful dinner in the distant future, or how many of them would have that chance, no one could determine, not even Pannis.

"Don’t think too much," Pannis said, comforting the girls for the first time since they entered the forest. "What we can do now is to make all the necessary preparations. As for the outcome, we’ll leave it to time to decide."

"Right, everyone had better rest early tonight; the journey ahead will be straightforward, and you’ll need plenty of energy," Flare said. "But Kyle, come out for a walk with me tonight; there’s something I want to talk to you about. You probably guessed what it is already."