Supreme Magus novel Chapter 4297

Chapter 4297: The Nest (Part 1)

The tribes of the woods considered becoming a member of the Verhen family a great honor and the next best thing to earning the title of king. The magical beasts introduced the most promising young members of their respective clans to the kids.

The magical beasts’ role wasn’t just to be their playmates, but also their magical mentors and protectors.

To the surprise of no one, Teryon followed her sister’s example and chose a Ry, Falco picked a black-furred Shyf, and Lenart the biggest Byk he could find. Only Fenrir needed several minutes to make up her mind.

’Not the Byk. Please, gods, I beseech you. Don’t let my daughter pick the Byk! I can’t afford it.’ Selia prayed from the bottom of her heart. ’A Gylad would be the perfect fit for my family.

’Grass is free and grows everywhere. May Fenrir pick the Gylad!’

"Venison!" Fenrir said, proving there was a mystical connection between mother and daughter. "I want venison!"

Alas, the reception was bad, and at those words, the Gylads turned tail and ran away, disappearing in the Trawn Woods in the blink of an eye.

"Deer!" Selia yelled in desperation. "She means deer! She’s just a child, and sometimes she mixes up words!"

"Aren’t deer and venison the same thing?" Fenrir asked in confusion.

"Once they are in your mouth, yes." A Ry with a flaming, thick fur said with a laugh. "Otherwise, no, little one. Deer is the living creature. Venison is the meat on your plate."

"Then I got it right, Mommy! I want venison." The little girl said, licking her lips and making everyone else shudder.

"You’ve just eaten, baby girl." Selia sighed. "Also, Gylads are our friends."

"I was going to keep it for later." Fenrir tilted her head. "And it looked yummy!"

Selia groaned, inwardly thanking the gods for the deer magical beast’s prompt escape.

’At least that poor Gylad missed my daughter confessing that making friends is as important as choosing the cut of meat she wants for dinner to her.’ She inwardly cried.

Left with only the representatives of four tribes, Fenrir moved from one magical beast to another, sniffing and patting them in turns.

’Screw the tribe’s honor. If she says one word about roasted chicken, I’m out of here.’ One of the Crons attending the selection thought.

"I want the bird, Dad!" Fenrir said, her little tail wagging in excitement.

"You want *Mister* Bird for what, pumpkin?" Protector asked.

’At least her mouth is not watering. Maybe, she’s not thinking of food.’ He also thought.

"Right, I want Mister Bird." The little girl nodded, recognizing that she had been rude. "As my friend."

"That’s nice of you." Protector sighed in relief, and with him the rest of the adults. "Yet Mister Bird is not a toy. We need to ask him if he also wants to be your friend."

The Cron looked at Fenrir like he would at the hungry ball of fur, claws, and deadly fangs that she hid under her cute human appearance. He couldn’t help but feel that he was one late meal away from becoming spit roast.

’Those two lived long enough to become Emperor Beasts, and I’ve never heard about any of our kind disappearing near the Fastarrow Household. I’m just paranoid.’ The Cron glanced at Slash and Crash.

"We can give it a try." He said, nervously shifting his weight from one foot to another.

"Not so fast, baby girl." Selia stepped between the two before Fenrir could hug the Cron and start bonding with him. "Mommy has the last word in this kind of thing." 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

’Since when?’ Everyone thought.

’On the plus side, feathers are easy to collect, and I can use them to stuff things.’ She thought. ’Also, under all that fluff, a bird is quite skinny and light. He shouldn’t eat too much. He has no claws or fangs to sharpen on my furniture, which is nice.

’On the other hand, the talons at this bastard’s feet are not retractable, and when he’s inside the house, he’ll waddle awkwardly and be in everyone’s way. Last, but not least, where is he supposed to sleep or sit?

’He can’t curl up in Fenrir’s bed. I can see many punctured mattresses and torn sheets in my future.’

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