Fairy tale: Little Red Riding Hood's wolf mentor

"F…Fran?"

Poro and Leake exchanged a glance, both discovering another truth in each other's eyes.

A nun, a hunter's daughter… hadn't sent a letter home in a long time…

Outside the window, the night was dark, and the wind howled.

An icy chill penetrated deep into the bone. Poro seemed to see the old hunter couple at the far end of the forest, waiting for someone who would never return!

"The Bishop? He deserves to die!"

Poro glanced at the corner of the burnt house.

A wooden cross, with its white paint scorched into an ugly yellow-brown, covered in black ash, looked like a twisted, broken bone.

Turning his gaze back, the nun's writing appeared delicate and beautiful, with phrases that seemed to intermingle with classic chants, but the despair within was enough to overflow from the paper!

[A silver dagger?]

[It looks very delicate, carrying a… heart-piercing chill]

[But why… when I touch the blade, is my hand trembling?]

[No, it's not the dagger's fault, it's me!]

[Through that ice-like gleam, I see the truth of the world…]

[God has never cast his eyes upon this place—]

[The place where I live is not the human world, nor is it heaven, but—a nightmarish hell!]

[Demons walk in the light, and blood is hidden beneath the neon lights!]

[It's just the haze of demons that obscures the eyes—making everyone mistake sin for light!]

[When the haze clears and you face the truth…]

[Being awake doesn't give me the slightest courage to live!]

[But, I am a hunter's daughter]

[Before my already riddled soul perishes]

[I will reveal the truth of the demon here, but I understand that I have neither the power nor the soul to kill the demon. I have never been God's darling!]

[I can only pray, not to God, but to the last rays of the setting sun…]

[If this world can still be saved—]

[Whoever it is, kill the Bishop, kill that Witch Hunter, whoever it is… please]

Poro took a deep breath after reading this.

Leake behind him also closed her light blue eyes, and after a long while, she continued to turn the pages, looking at what the "truth" brought out with her last life.

[That day, I met the Bishop for the first time]

[In front of my parents, he was like a kind elder]

[In the name of God, he promised to let thirteen children, including me, happily enter the church]

[Eight girls, five boys]

[The Bishop divided all the children into twelve days of baptism]

[I, on the second day, with another girl]

[That was the first time]

[I wanted to struggle, but the Bishop just made a special gesture, and with one finger, I couldn't move]

[That should be a kind of magic]

[His room has a secret chamber]

[There are many instruments of torture and drugs inside, but he doesn't like to use them the first time]

[It was very painful. The other girl wasn't born a hunter like me. At the end, she was almost fainting]

[Finally, we looked into the Bishop's eyes]

[We didn't remember anything. The memory was tampered with]

[His voice should have the same effect, but his eyes are more direct]

[The second time]

[The Bishop used his ability to modify my cognition]

[Made me think I was possessed by a demon]

[Made me voluntarily kneel down and beg him]

[The third time, me and a boy]

[He was more cruel to the boy]

[Under the torture, the boy screamed, covered in blood]

[But after leaving, that boy thought he was eliminating his own sins]

[……]

[The fourth time]

[……]

[In the morning, a boy disappeared]

[At that time, none of us would care]

[But now, I know, he is dead]

[The fifth time]

[……]

[At night, a girl went crazy]

[The Bishop said she was possessed by a demon]

[Then, everyone forgot about that girl]

[Now, I remember]

[That was a drug reaction]

[The sixth time, there was one more person besides the Bishop]

[That was an ugly person like a demon]

[Inside and out]

[He is called the Witch Hunter, loved by the townspeople]

[But that's just a lie made up by the Bishop]

[That's a killer, a psychologically twisted pervert]

[I don't know how strong he is, but he seems to be immune to the Bishop's magic]

[Demons are always together]

[The Witch Hunter is different from the Bishop. His desire is blood and torture]

[He enjoys torturing beautiful children]

[Especially girls]

[The girl with me died]

[I was relatively unlucky and survived. The demon's potion is very good. I didn't leave any scars]

[Even after the end, I would thank and praise those demons without knowing anything!]

[The seventh time]

[The Witch Hunter killed several porters, and the Bishop solved the problem…]

[The eighth time]

[The parents of a dead nun came to the church to inquire, and the Bishop received them]

[When they went back, they forgot why they came…]

[The…]

[This time, it's my turn to listen to the Witch Hunter's "confession" alone]

[I should have died that day]

[But it was canceled. The Witch Hunter went to the forest]

[He is going to hunt down the evil witch in the forest]

[Heh, evil?]

[I have been living in hell, and the forest is the real paradise!]

[Is that really a witch?]

[I don't know, maybe that dangerous place that everyone calls is God's pure land!]

[My parents are hunters, they died in the forest]

[I thought it was done by the witch]

[But now, I think of… the army that the Bishop sent to burn the forest that day]

[Heh, I came to the town from the forest]

[But a place with many people… is not necessarily heaven]

[If I die, my grandparents on the forest side will be very sad, right?]

[I'm sorry, I really can't hold on anymore…]

[……]

The words written by the girl, whom he had never met, seemed extremely plain.

But every line of words, the details described, undoubtedly allowed all readers to feel the extreme despair of falling into a dark abyss!

No hope, no vitality!

Layer upon layer, the torment hidden in the depths of the demon's heart, burst out at the moment of touching the dagger—

Like… black tide, submerging the mouth and nose.

Nowhere to breathe, only tearing poison, pouring into the seven orifices!

Everything in sight, all the light, turned into extreme darkness in an instant!

The holy image of the church, exposed its blue face and fangs in the shadows!

Flowers wither, thorns grow, piercing through the spine and nailing into the bone marrow—nowhere to escape!

What an extreme pain that was?

Poro could hardly imagine.

He seemed to see the girl, who faced the abyss but was unable to return, holding a dagger in one hand in the dark, pressing it against her heart, and holding a pen in the other hand, describing the true face of hell on the snow-white paper.

"So, the forest… is the real pure land…"

Poro stared at the last page of the diary in his hand.

It was dawn, but for some reason, today's morning glow had not risen for a long time.

It was a cloudy day, with dark clouds covering the sun.

He felt a little cold.

He felt for the first time that he was very lucky to be a wolf, and not to have transmigrated into… such a covered purgatory.

Suddenly, Poro felt Leake's arms around him behind him tighten.

The girl's soft body was trembling slightly.

Poro could feel… the rapid heartbeat.

Turning his head, Poro saw those… light blue pupils with a hint of mist. The girl's lips were bitten as white as paper.

Poro suddenly thought that Leake was only eighteen years old.

A few days ago, she was just a carefree girl. She didn't know witchcraft, she couldn't fight. When facing such darkness, what was the difference between her and the dead nun?

Plus himself—a wolf who was not even as good as the town guards, what was the use?

"Poro…"

A slight murmur came from under the red hood.

"Leake, don't be afraid, I'm always here."

Poro's eyes dimmed slightly, and he responded softly.

"I want to kill the Bishop and that Witch Hunter, can you help me?"

Hearing the girl's words, Poro was stunned. He found that the girl's light blue eyes reflected a crescent-like silver glow.

Leake slowly pulled out the silver dagger.

The sharp edge flickered.

"Of course."

Poro smiled, his eyes lit up with a terrifying ghostly green in the darkness, "That's what I want to do too!"