88 Chapter 88

"I'll check again, are you sure you mean to make a contract with me?

Caro, who is finished prepping, looks into the eyes of the child Fenrir and asks.

'... I don't know, but I don't think she's a bad person because my mother tells me to, and the lady smells good. So... please.'

In this world Fenrill was only called the Divine Beast, and had the ability to sniff out man's good and evil.

"Is Mr. Fenrill okay, too?

I'll also get a final confirmation from my parent, Fenrill, watching over me on the side.

'Um, you can leave it to the lords. As I said earlier, either way, the only choice left to me is to entrust it to you, or we will stay together until the end of me, and then let you live alone. If so, it is more comfortable to leave it to you.'

Drawing on Fenrill's thoughts of relaxing talk, Caro is determined to sign a contract.

"Now, get in here, please"

Ride on the magic formation where the child Fenrill was placed on the ground as directed by Caro.

"I will cast magic on you, so please accept it. Next time you answer my question, I'll take care of the rest."

Son Fenrir nodded at Caro's description, which spoke with a gentle voice.

"I'll go."

When Carol works out her magic in herself, she pours it into her child Fenrill.

"Oh, something warm is flowing -"

It seems to be a comfortable magic power for the child Fenrir, who receives the magic of Caro without resistance.

"Sounds good. Let's move on.“ I will enforce the contract. Do you swear to answer my call and make a pact? ""

'Uh, is this the question? I swear.'

Though tilting his neck properly, child Fenrill responded to Caro's words.

Then, when I wondered if the light had come from the magic formation, Caro and the child Fenrill's body emitted light as they responded to it.

"Oh, is this contract magic? It's amazing how successful you are for the first time."

From a short distance Atal had seen this with his demonic eyes, and he could clearly see that Caro and son Fenrill were connected by a magic belt. When the light subsided, Caro and son Fenrill felt firmly what connected them.

"Now I, too, don't worry..."

My mother, Fenrill, who was supposed to be looking at the contract, collapsed with powerlessness when she spoke that far. The expression was very reassuring. Guess it was because I got the peace of mind of the last child I had.

"Or, Mother!? Mother!!

Fenrill, the child who noticed her mother's anomaly, rushed to her full strength.

"You were really squeezing the last force... still showing strength so we wouldn't lick it. What?"

Atal felt his strength as a mother to his mother, Fenrill, who was noble to the end, and had respect.

"I will raise this child." Rest assured!

Though in tears, Caro had a sense of purpose as a contractor and forcefully proclaimed toward the wreckage.

"My mother. Ohhhh!!

Fenrill, his son, to the death of his mother. For some time, he was exposed to a slowly cooling carcass, blurring and weeping. Neither Atal nor Caro intend to interrupt that, but decide to keep waiting until they feel comfortable.

I wonder if it won't take an hour in time, but Fenrill, the soft-boiled child, left his mother and came to me and Ataru, precisely Caro.

"Thanks for waiting"

"Is that enough?

With a tender smile full of charity, Caro asks the child Fenrill.

'Yeah,' cause I cried enough already. Sister, it's my pleasure to meet you. '

Fenrill, the child who nodded like a blowout, uses unfamiliar salutations and greets Caro, who became her husband.

"My name is Caro. This one is my husband's attar. I don't mind against me, but please don't forget to pay my respects to Master Atal!

'Yes, yes! Dear Atal, thank you.'

Caro had the same gentle smile, but Fenrill, the child who realized he wasn't laughing behind his eyes, bowed his head toward Atal as he hurried to tighten himself.

"Uh, no, I don't even need to be so... well, okay, so what's your name?

Even as Atal inquired as to what to say, the words stopped coming out of Fenrill, the child who drooled as troubled.

"What's up? What's your name?

Calmly asks Caro a question against Fenrill, a child who clearly looks strange, without having to rush as he tilts his neck.

'Uh... no, the... name, no, it is. Mother, I didn't call you by my name...'

Fenrir, the child who raised his face with a granny, answered in an unspeakable manner.

"Well... then Caro, you name him"

"What! That's such a responsibility!

Caro was surprised by the light atal words.

"What are you surprised about? You're the one who made the deal with this guy, and you're gonna be the replacement for this guy who lost his mother, right?

"Ugh, I was. Then... we need to think about it..."

Carol began to worry about it with her arms under her big chest, which she felt was responsible for naming.

"Well, that's going to take a while yet. Hey, show me a little bit how powerful you are."

"Uh, well, then, Dear Carol, you're coming."

Fenrill, the son with Caro's permission, follows Atar and moves a little further away.

One with one facing each other at a slight distance.

"This is my weapon, but now let's fight without using it. You can do everything you can to get here."

"I am still a noble Fenrir child! You won't regret it!

Fenrir, the child who felt relieved of his weapon, was upset with Atar.

"Just call me. Or is it just the mouth called Fenrill?

"Damn! Let's go. Ooh!

Fenrir, still a young boy, gets lightly on the provocation of the atar, and he thrusts into the grump with all the bites.

"Sweet, watch your opponent move more closely"

But Ataru gently avoids the progression.

"Ugh, you!

Still, the child Fenrill quickly changes direction without giving up and hits the claw with a protruding nail.

"Oh, that's a pretty good move"

He was an atar who praised him for being able to move unexpectedly, but put his hand on the child Fenrir's head and slipped away from the movement.

"Damn! Come on! '

Left and right nails and even fangs are used to launch a series of attacks against the attar without giving up yet.

"Yeah, that's not bad"

Atal had avoided all the attacks flickering, but Fenrill, the child who had gradually become accustomed to the movement, was about to hit him.

'Now, what do you say!

Fenrir's nails, the child who has seized the opportunity over and over again, are capturing the torso of the claw and hit it.

Though it seemed so, the move was stopped by Atar dropping his cock on the head of his son Fenrill earlier than that.

"Oh, my God, oh, my God!

That voice screaming in pain had also reached Caro's ear, which was away.

"Hey, what's up!