Fairy tale: Little Red Riding Hood's wolf mentor

The people in front of the church parted to both sides, but their gazes still involuntarily drifted towards the two girls walking in the center of the road.

Oh, to be precise... it was one of them.

Namely, Lake, who wasn't wearing a hood.

The other girl was Polo, using her fairytale authority to shapeshift.

"What an innocent and lovely child... she's like an angel!"

The passersby who saw Lake exclaimed.

And Lake smiled and returned their greetings.

From the church, an old and somewhat ugly nun walked out, followed by several younger nuns.

"Ladies, which one of you wishes to join the sisterhood?"

"Oh, oh, madam, it's them, both of them are very good children, I guarantee it!"

The laundress who brought Lake and Polo into the church, upon hearing the old nun's question, hurriedly smiled and pointed to Lake and Polo behind her.

"I know both of these children, they listened to the Bishop's sermon yesterday and were both filled with yearning, begging me to introduce them to the church!"

The laundress laughed gleefully.

Like a mother sending her children to school.

"Oh, two very lovely children, the light of the Lord will shine upon every believer."

The old nun gave a devout bow and said,

"Rest assured, I will lead them in baptism and spiritual practice... together we will bask in the glory of our Lord!"

After the laundress happily walked out of the church, the old nun turned her head and began to carefully examine Lake and Polo.

The person Polo was disguised as was the nun who committed suicide with a silver dagger.

But because Polo had never actually met the nun, only seen her portrait, her appearance was only somewhat similar.

However, Polo wasn't really trying to disguise herself as anyone in particular this time.

Just being a young girl was enough.

Like all normal people, the old nun's gaze was quickly drawn to Lake's face—she had never seen such a pure and flawless, star-like beautiful girl!

But unlike the other nuns' admiration.

A barely noticeable hint of jealousy flashed in the old nun's eyes, and was quickly hidden.

"The Bishop is the holiest saint closest to the Lord in the church, he will baptize you."

The old nun gave a fake smile.

Unlike others who were deceived by the Bishop's magic, she was the only one in the church, besides the witch hunters, who knew the Bishop inside and out.

A commoner colluding with the Bishop, a morbid accomplice, equally guilty of heinous crimes.

She liked to cling to the Bishop, watching one younger, more beautiful, and kinder child after another, happily falling into the devil's lair.

Watching flower after flower wither.

And she—a person filled with sin, could become a revered high nun.

"Okay, thank you, sister."

Lake nodded obediently, Polo didn't speak, he knew that with him by Lake's side, no one would be suspicious.

The old nun nodded and walked towards the back of the church.

She couldn't wait to report this "baptismal candidate" to the "Bishop."

Without waiting too long, the Bishop, who Polo and Lake had seen at the sermon, slowly walked in.

Still with that compassionate and detached appearance.

But even so, the moment he saw Lake's appearance, he almost couldn't control his expression.

It was a kind of... malicious ecstasy!

It was a kind of... a sinner's longing to defile purity!

If it were an ordinary person, under the influence of the mental magic mixed in the Bishop's eyes and words, they would only feel that the Bishop's demeanor was always like a loving saint.

But Lake, who was unaffected, only felt a chill at this time.

"I heard the Lord say that today is a sacred day, change the two children into nuns' habits, prepare them, and send them to me for baptism!"

The Bishop nodded, Polo and Lake, unaffected by mental magic, saw undisguised malice in his eyes.

"Okay, Bishop."

The old nun nodded, a hint of glee appearing in her eyes, and led Lake and Polo to the room behind the church.

A few tens of minutes later, Polo and Lake had changed into nuns' habits.

The two smiled, their faces as usual, but they could see the killing intent in each other's eyes with one glance.

They saw the Bishop again.

In the depths of the church, in a room only the Bishop was allowed to enter.

"Bang—"

The heavy wooden door closed with a thud, the bolt locked, isolating it from the outside world.

The Bishop dropped all pretense, when he turned his head, the detachment on his face vanished instantly.

His face revealed undisguised lewdness and madness!

"Hehe, cute little lambs, now, the baptism is about to begin."

He rolled up the sleeves of his priest's robe and walked towards Lake and Polo in the room with a sinister smile.

"Bishop, what's wrong... you look... strange!"

Lake and Polo pretended to be frightened, stepping backward.

The Bishop didn't suspect anything, in fact, the influence of Lake's appearance and authority made the Bishop unable to harbor even a trace of suspicion towards such a beautiful girl.

"As the main course, you wait a moment."

The Bishop looked at Lake, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, pointed a finger, "Stand still, let me use the other one to whet my appetite first."

"I... I can't move!"

Lake stood in place and cried out in horror.

The Bishop nodded in satisfaction, turning his gaze to the brown-haired girl disguised as Polo, the wrinkles on his face twisting into an unrestrained, distorted smile!

"You, go lie down obediently over there, this is a baptism you volunteered for, right?"

Polo sensed the mental influence exerted by the Bishop.

But he didn't use soul resistance, but allowed his body to walk to a bed in the room under the Bishop's control and consciously lie down.

Sure enough, just like the suicide sister said.

The Bishop would choose two children for each "baptism."

This morbid demon always liked to use the uglier one as an "appetizer", and the more "premium" one as the "main course", to savor slowly.

On the other side, the Bishop slowly took off his priest's robe and walked to the bed.

Looking at the terrified expression on Polo's face, he said with pleasure:

"You're so obedient, little girl, you climbed up here yourself."

Saying that, he slowly brought his old face close to the fair face of the girl Polo was disguised as...

Yeah, you old thing are also quite obedient!

Although it was about to be his first time killing someone, Polo didn't hesitate, after all, as a wolf, doing this kind of thing didn't require any psychological preparation.

The next moment, the fair face of the brown-haired girl instantly turned into a huge gray wolf's head!

Snow-white and sharp wolf teeth instantly pierced the nearby throat!

A large splash of blood instantly spurted out, filling Polo's mouth—

Even for such a heinous old man, his blood was the same sweet and fishy taste to a wolf's appetite.

Much easier than Polo had anticipated.

This spellcaster who deceived the whole town didn't have an extraordinary body, his throat wasn't much harder than a goat's.

"Uh... uh..."

The expression on the Bishop's face was instantly horrified and pale.

He couldn't have imagined in his nightmares that a wolf that could resist mental magic would disguise itself as a girl and attack him on the bed!

Being bitten on the throat turned the Bishop's screams into silent wails!

He reached out, feebly pushing at Polo, but the weakness from blood loss made him unable to harm Polo's wolf body!

But he was, after all, a person who had mastered extraordinary power.

The two hands under him trembled and formed a gesture, with blue veins on them, rippling with a layer of blood—he was going to use some kind of spell at all costs!

But a flash of silver light flashed!

Two severed hands slammed to the ground, the great pain instantly made the Bishop cough up another mouthful of blood!

He looked in shock at the beautiful girl who should have been immobilized by him, wearing a bright red cloak at some point!

She waved a silver dagger and stabbed it fiercely!

The blade was very cold, like a bone-chilling ice.

On the verge of death, the last bit of thought in the Bishop's mind dissipated.

So... there really would be an angel to judge a demon like me!