Chapter 771

"Alright, this is as far as we go. You go find a place nearby to hide first; I'll come find you after I'm done."

Not far from the orphanage, Dorothy slid off the wolf and said this to the giant red wolf before her.

Sigh, Alice's body in this wolf form is just too big and too conspicuous. If I bring her in, I'm afraid my cheap grandmother might get scared sick.

Now, in this game world, they have both lost their Mana and magic and can't transform freely, so the Home Witch had no choice but to arrange it this way.

But this is fine too. After all, given the nature of this Haunted House world, this orphanage probably isn't a good place. With Alice watching from the outside, if any trouble really happens, she can shout from inside, and the wolf sister can support her from the outside—a pincer attack, so to speak.

However, Alice was unwilling to accept Dorothy's arrangement. She suddenly wagged her tail, and then something was flung off it.

It was a collar.

Dorothy: "???"

The Home Witch was full of question marks.

Wait, Alice, why are you giving me this? You want me to put it on you? That doesn't seem right, does it?

The Home Witch felt that putting a collar on her sister in name only—sharing neither father nor mother—was a bit much. Even if Alice was in giant wolf form, she was still a wolf sister, not a dog sister.

However, the giant red wolf just stretched out a claw and pushed the collar toward Dorothy, then pointed a sharp nail at the Home Witch's neck.

Dorothy: "..."

The Home Witch looked at the wolf sister's eyes, activated the bond between sisters, and read the wolfish ambition in her sister's eyes.

Good grief, it's not for you to wear, it's for me?

Her eyes widened instantly, and she felt her fists clench.

You little brat, you're acting up because you haven't been disciplined for three days, aren't you? You want to put a collar on your sister? Do I have to bark a few times for you too?

But come to think of it, the size of this collar is indeed a bit too small for Alice's current giant wolf body, but if it were worn on a human, especially a little girl's neck, it would be a perfect fit.

But, impossible, absolutely impossible. Even if I, Dorothy, fail this game level today and get laughed at by Adi, I will absolutely not—

"Oh my, it's actually quite nice."

Dorothy had just bent down to pick up the collar from the ground, intending to return it to this mischievous sister, but the moment her hand touched the collar, a piece of information entered her mind.

Just like when she had received the Red Cloak from the Pig-Head Father earlier.

【Restrained Temperance: This is a reward for those who know when to stop. Please always remember the boundary between human and beast.】

Good grief, so Alice, you really are a mob that can be fought, and you drop equipment after being defeated?

However, this makes things a bit difficult.

Because she had previously experienced the boost from the Red Cloak of Courage given by the Pig-Head Father, Dorothy knew that these clearance items given after passing a plot segment were likely the key to clearing the game, just like how in a game, if you don't upgrade your level and equipment, you'll eventually get stuck.

So, do I want strength, or do I want my integrity?

"Hmph, of course I want both."

Dorothy thought for a moment, then lifted the tattered hem of her skirt, revealing two straight, rounded, short legs underneath.

Come to think of it, although the Demon King lacks a bit of curvy beauty in her figure, her legs are truly divine—long and straight, a masterpiece.

If we only look at legs, she is willing to call the Demon King the head of the Three Kings, the world's second-best legs.

But little Adi is a young Demon King after all and hasn't started developing yet; these short legs are quite promising for the future.

Hmm, still the same point: you can't expect a child from a poor family who can't even get enough to eat to have a great figure. Not being sallow and gaunt, with her chest sticking to her back, is already good enough.

Eh, wait, chest sticking to back?

Ah, this...

The Home Witch suddenly had an inspiration. She seemed to understand something, but she dared not say anything about it.

Dorothy silently used the collar as a leg ring, putting it on her left thigh, and then tightened it a little; it was digging into her flesh a bit.

Hmm, this is fine, and it can be hidden under the skirt, making it hard for others to discover.

Just that...

"Awoo?"

Alice the wolf tilted her head, looking at her sister's unique way of wearing the equipment, and let out a low, puzzled growl.

"There's no rule about where it has to be worn; wearing it like this is quite good."

Dorothy explained with such sound reasoning.

She felt she was quite clever, until she saw the wolf sister before her turn into a streak of red light and dive under her skirt, which made her awkwardly reach out to cover her skirt hem.

And only then did the effects of this new equipment appear in her mind.

This is a pet and transformation item.

By holding this collar, she can summon the Gluttonous Giant Wolf Fenrir to assist her, and likewise, she can choose to merge with Fenrir and transform into a werewolf.

That so-called summoner Fenrir is probably the blood-colored giant wolf that Alice transformed into.

However, this makes the location where she wears the item a bit awkward.

"Damn it, wouldn't it have been better to just wear it around my neck?"

Dorothy thought, holding down her skirt hem with some regret.

At the thought that Alice is now hiding under her skirt, she always feels a bit weird. Although she is wearing safety shorts, it's still really weird.

Forget it, anyway, it's not my body right now, it's Adi's.

The Home Witch comforted herself this way; after all, she couldn't really take it off and put it back on again, as that would make her look like a coward.

Besides, it's her own sister, and they even bathed together when they were little, so it's no big deal.

Furthermore, this setting of having a beast under the skirt seems a bit exciting.

Dorothy persuaded herself.

Hmm, now that she has new equipment, she is more confident about the upcoming levels.

However...

The Home Witch thought for a moment, then took the letter out of her pocket, opened it, and looked at it. She discovered that there were indeed a few more lines of text in the letter.

"On my way to the orphanage, I met a very, very big wolf. It chased me and blocked my path to the orphanage. If I want to go to Grandma's house, I must pass her."

"But I am not afraid. The hunter uncle next door once taught me how to deal with these stupid beasts. She said that whether facing a lion, a tiger, or a giant wolf, all you have to do is slide tackle."

"Perhaps I should give Grandma a wolf-skin coat as a gift." Dorothy: "..."

Ah, this... so "I" am this brave? And that hunter uncle next door, can we be a bit more reliable? Please, really, stop with the slide tackling. Brother Tiger is almost eating himself into a Fat Tiger; he really doesn't need this many side dishes for his wine.

She looked at the naive, innocent child's handwriting in the letter, speechless, and silently took out the scorpion-tail pen she had just made last night, using the remaining blood ink inside to write a reply.

"I've tried the slide tackle; it doesn't work very well. Hunter uncle was just bragging. However, judging people by their appearance is wrong. Although the giant wolf looks scary, she is actually a kind-hearted wolf. She just wanted to play with me. After friendly communication, she and I became good sisters. She is super cute and even escorted me all the way to Grandma's house."

Hmm, this is good.

There's no need for so much killing in a little girl's world. Isn't it good for everyone to have a fairy-tale-like, beautiful childhood?

That's what the Home Witch thought in her heart.

Although she felt that this child was truly too unlucky—what kind of Grim Reaper is she, that trouble happens everywhere she goes?

First, her parents weren't acting like humans, then she met a wolf blocking her path while walking—this is just too miserable.

Although according to the letter's content, she should have actually slaughtered the wolf blocking the path and picked up the dropped collar equipment, but let's not have such bloody plots in a child's life, okay? Give the child a beautiful, complete childhood.

Change the branch, change the branch.

Dorothy waited quietly for a while. Sure enough, after she replied, the original content on the letter quickly disappeared, and then a brand-new paragraph of text appeared.

"Hmm, I became good friends with Big Red. She has red fur, and I have the red cloak my father gave me. We two played very happily, just like real sisters. At night, Big Red escorted me to the entrance of Grandma's house. Grandma was already waiting for me at the door. She was still as kind as ever; after all, she is a nun."

"I wanted to invite Big Red to go into Grandma's house to play, but for some reason, Big Red was unwilling to get close."

"It's really so strange. Grandma's orphanage is clearly so friendly; she has adopted so many homeless children." "Tsk, I knew it wouldn't be that simple. An orphanage that even a wolf won't enter—friendly, my foot."

Dorothy couldn't help but curl her lip. She really had nothing to say about "my" bad luck.

Sigh, are there no normal people around this child?

The Home Witch sighed, then silently tucked her little axe behind her waist, straightened her skirt hem, and only then walked out of the grass and arrived at the entrance of the orphanage.

Sure enough, just as described in the letter, a kind old person was already waiting at the door. It was an elderly nun wearing a nun's habit.

However, just like the Pig-Head Father and the Scorpion Mother, although this nun grandmother had a human form, she had a goat's head on top.

"By the way, do female goats grow horns?"

Looking at the beautiful, curved goat horns on Grandma's head, Dorothy suddenly thought of this.

And her gaze passed over Grandma, and she saw the name of the orphanage.

"Lamb House"

Alright, this name does match Grandma's appearance quite well; it's very "Sheep Village."

And just as the Home Witch walked out of the grass, the Goat Grandma at the door pushed up the round glasses on the bridge of her nose, saw her, and immediately revealed a kind and amiable smile.

"Oh, my dear little one, let Grandma take a good look at you."

She opened her arms toward Dorothy, wanting to give her a hug.

To this, the Home Witch naturally cooperated well. She trotted all the way to the Goat Grandma and gave her a hug.

"Grandma, I missed you so much too."

She said this sweetly.

Although it seemed she hadn't seen Grandma in all her lifetimes combined.

Dorothy suddenly thought of this. She was considering whether she should find time to go back and visit with Long Ma. Although she didn't want to inherit the family business, not even recognizing her own family members seemed a bit unjustifiable.

"Hmm, good child, good child. In the blink of an eye, you've grown so big; you're almost ready to leave the pen."

And the Goat Grandma said this while patting the Home Witch's back.

Dorothy: "..."

Leave the pen? Ah, this... could it be that this animal world uses this term to describe adulthood?

Dorothy felt that this didn't seem quite right, but thinking about it carefully, it didn't seem wrong either.

She looked up at the grandmother in front of her. From her current angle in Grandma's arms looking up, she could vaguely see the pair of goat pupils that were usually hidden behind the always-reflecting glasses.

Hmm, they really were those rectangular horizontal pupils, looking very hollow and lifeless, not at all kind like the goat face, but rather very cold and ruthless—very eerie and terrifying.

However, while others might be scared by this experience, Dorothy indicated that she was far too used to it; after all, she saw this on Senior Sister Fan Ni every day.

Come to think of it, I don't know where Senior Sister ran off to now. Sigh, it's hard on her too. Clearly, she is a Fourth King who should be showing off in front of people everywhere, but following me, she hits walls everywhere every day. She's taken enough of a beating.

Since the Demon King herself has taken action this time, then Senior Sister Fan Ni definitely can't be counted on.

Truly miserable.

"Alright, good child, don't stand here in the wind at the door; come into the house with Grandma."

The Goat Grandma took Dorothy's hand and led her into this orphanage, which, despite having the cute name "Lamb House," was in a Gothic dark style.

Hmm, to be honest, this really doesn't look like an orphanage; it looks more like a monastery or...

A prison.

And after the grandmother and granddaughter entered, the heavy iron door of the orphanage slammed shut with a bang, followed by several clicking sounds of locks.

Dorothy, while holding the Goat Grandma's hand and moving forward, turned her head to look at the iron door behind her. She didn't see any existence like a guard.

"Hmm, good grief, the door to my grandmother's house is really quite high-end; they've even used automation. Impressive, impressive."

She thought this in her heart.

Laughing to death, architecture is her specialty. Others might not understand and think it's mysterious, but she saw the well-hidden mechanical structure on the side of the door at a glance.

But then again, the Scorpion Mother said that there wasn't enough to eat in the orphanage, so how do they have spare money to build such a high-end automated gate?

Dorothy continued to observe this orphanage, which looked a bit aged, with curiosity, and then her gaze met the gaze of a group of little lambs who were peeking at her from a window on the second floor not far away.

Ah, this, it really is a Lamb House; it's all a group of little lambs.

Dorothy was stunned, then revealed a kind and friendly smile toward the group of little lambs, but the little lambs all shrank their heads back one after another.

"Good child, don't be sad. They just think you're different from them and are a bit shy, but you'll blend in with them soon."

The Goat Grandma reached out and rubbed the Home Witch's head, still saying this kindly.

Little lambs being raised in progress.