"Poro, stop slacking and wipe that floor over there!"

"Okay, I got it."

Poro yawned, using his front paws to press a rag against the wooden floor, wiping away the dust.

Lake stood in front, wiping a wooden shelf that wasn't too tall.

"That... child, I really don't need you to help me clean."

The washerwoman stood behind them, looking somewhat embarrassed.

Lake had already put her bright red hood back on, but having seen Lake's appearance, the fairytale authority [Little Red Riding Hood - Cute Girl]'s effect had already influenced the washerwoman!

To have such a cute and innocent little girl doing housework, any normal person would feel guilty.

"It's okay, Auntie."

Lake replied in a clear voice, "Grandma said, you only get something if you put something in!"

The washerwoman's eyes filled with gratitude upon hearing this.

"Thank you, you're such a kind child."

She murmured, sighed, and looked at her home.

If one hadn't entered this small cottage, who would have thought that the woman who cleaned the outpost's equipment lived in such a dirty and messy home?

"I'm sorry, my house might be a bit messy. Ever since my husband passed away, I haven't been cleaning much."

"Can you tell me about your husband?"

Lake looked around the room, noticing that many of the dusty items were clearly not for the woman's use.

"He was a very honest man, maybe there isn't much to say. He was a porter at the church..."

The woman's eyes were filled with sadness, "But one night, he didn't come back, not even his body."

The woman looked at the items that Lake had cleaned, revealing some memories and resentment.

"The Bishop said it was the witches in the forest who did it... Heavens, why are there such evil beings in the forest!"

"Again... witches?"

Lake's expression suddenly turned ugly. She finally couldn't help but ask,

"But even if it was a witch, why would she kill an innocent porter?"

She bit her lip and continued, "Instead of suspecting witches you've never even seen, why not suspect someone from the church!?"

"You're doubting the Bishop's words!?"

The washerwoman's face changed drastically upon hearing this, and she shouted sharply. But then, she seemed to have realized something.

How could such a pure and kind, cute girl have bad intentions?

So, she quickly suppressed her emotions and put on an apologetic expression again:

"I'm sorry, child, I didn't mean to scare you. I forgot you came from outside the town--

Just... don't say those words to anyone else."

The washerwoman got up and walked towards her room, her expression becoming somewhat lonely,

"The Bishop wouldn't be wrong. If you listen to the Bishop's sermons, you'll understand."

Finally, the washerwoman pointed to a room further inside and said:

"Child, you can sleep there tonight. That was my husband's room before he died. There's a bed inside."

Then, she closed the door.

...

At night, Lake lay on the bed, covering herself with the bright red cloak.

Even after several days of travel, the bright red cloak still had not a single stain, and even the girl's fair skin remained smooth and clean.

"This cloak of yours is truly unreasonable!"

Poro walked in from outside, shaking his fluffy fur.

Well... most of the water stains are dry now.

As an ordinary wolf, if he didn't want to get fleas, he still had to take frequent baths. He looked at Little Red Riding Hood's red cloak, a trace of envy flowing in his eyes:

"If I had a cloak like yours, I'd wear it every day and never take it off!"

"Hmph, Poro, just be envious!"

Lake rubbed her face against the smooth, magical fabric of the hood, looked at Poro under the bed, thought for a moment, moved to the edge of the bed, and lifted the cloak, revealing her white dress.

"But since you're clean, I'll allow you to come up and sleep too."

Poro wasn't polite. He lightly jumped onto the bed and lay down.

"I'm not a real dog. I'd come up and sleep even if you didn't allow me to!"

"Hmph, you big, stupid wolf! You should be secretly happy to be sleeping on the same bed as such a cute girl like me!"

Lake wasn't angry either. She skillfully reached out her arm, wrapped it around Poro's neck, and rubbed her face against the wolf fur on Poro's back. "I'll forgive you for being fluffy!"

"Hey, I think you're just treating me like a toy!"

Outside the window, dusk had passed, and night had fallen, pitch black.

In the silent night, Lake suddenly asked:

"Poro, what do you think about the execution tomorrow afternoon...?"

"Oh, I was waiting for you to ask!"

Poro's ears twitched, feeling the girl's gentle breath blowing through his fur, and suddenly laughed. "You don't need to go!"

"Eh? Why!?"

"The scene is too bloody. A naive child like you will have nightmares if you see it..."

"That won't happen!"

Poro immediately felt the girl's arm around his neck suddenly tighten!

And Poro had long discovered that this seemingly weak girl hid strength that was extremely disproportionate to her figure!

"Poro, you big, bad wolf! I remember now, that's what the guard said this morning!"

"Don't, don't, don't, loosen up, I can't breathe!"

After Lake relaxed her arm, Poro took a breath and said, "Just kidding, the reason I'm not letting you go is because I have a plan..."

"A plan?"

...

The next day, early in the morning.

In the town, it was the execution day for a criminal who slandered the Bishop.

The washerwoman's eyes widened as she looked at the seemingly thin girl in the red cloak in front of her.

"You're saying... you want to go to the outpost to work with me!?"

"Yes, Auntie."

Lake nodded obediently. "Grandma said that you can't endlessly ask for help from kind people, so I can help you work!"

"But cleaning armor and weapons is really tiring. Can you... do it?"

The washerwoman was a little embarrassed as she looked Lake up and down again.

The girl's exposed hands were white and delicate, as smooth as jade, without any traces of labor.

These didn't look like hands that could do rough work. They even looked more tender than the hands of most nobles or even princesses!

"It's okay, I know what I should do. I can learn if there are things I don't understand!"

Lake replied without hesitation.

She was definitely not a young lady who had never lifted a finger. Little Red Riding Hood, who had lived with her grandmother in the forest since she was little, was definitely more mature and independent than most girls in the world!

As for why her skin was so... it could only be said that she was naturally gifted and beautiful.

"Okay, if you really want to go, try it with me today!"

Finally, under Lake's request, the washerwoman reluctantly agreed.

"Of course, if you feel too tired, don't do it. If you want to work, you can do tailoring or something similar, a job that's more suitable for you."

"I understand, thank you, Auntie!"

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