The Recorder in the History of the Type Month

stunned.

"Where is the puppy..." The words just blurted out, seeing the unkindness in Fenrir's eyes, because of the difference in species, Neil, who instantly felt the danger, shuddered, and held back the words.

"Brought it from Sharkey." Kevin squeezed his lips and smiled, and Sluder on the side also smiled.

Sharkey?

Neil was taken aback again.

Mountain Giant Sharkey? ...Silver puppy...Oh my god, could it be!

After reacting, Neil opened her eyes wide, and finally realized why she felt the pressure on this little milk dog.

"That...Master Fenrir, calm down." Neil swallowed her saliva, and said to Fenrir: "I, I didn't mean that..."

"Then what do you mean?" Fenrir looked up at Neil on Kevin's shoulder and grinned.

"I, I am..." Neil, who was speechless, looked at Kevin, who was the culprit next to him, and found that he was stopping and laughing, so she knew there was no way to find him.

Therefore, he simply didn't do anything, turned around and turned into lightning, and flew towards the palace of light.

"Lord Baldr, Lord Hoddle, help me, the life of a bird is at stake, dog me!"

"Aww...! Stop, don't run!"

Fenrir yelled, and chased after him...Freya, Slude, Skadi, etc., he endured it, but you, a little Neil, dare to call him Puppy, isn't this hitting on him who has been holding back for a long time and has nowhere to say it?

"Is Neil going to be okay?" Slude, who came to Kevin and looked at them worriedly, said with long pale golden hair shaking slightly under the moonlight.

"It's okay, Fenrir won't talk about such a trivial matter."

Kevin looked at Neil running away in a panic, pinched his lips and smiled proudly: "It's good to teach her a little lesson, hmph, isn't it just a blessing, isn't it just the power of lightning, let her stand in front of me all day long!" Ser, you deserve it!"

Slude looked at the triumphant appearance of Kevin next to him with a funny face, and couldn't help but rolled his eyes and said, "You, you are too narrow-minded, even Neil's account has to be settled...then I beat you today, are you planning to find time to take revenge?"

"How dare I." Kevin said without sincerity, his eyes wandering.

When Slude felt amused, he shot again suddenly, grabbed her soft jade hand, trotted forward, and said, "Okay, let's go in quickly."

When they came to the bright hall, they found that in the hall, Baldr, the god of light who grabbed Nier with one hand and pinched Fenrir's neck with the other, was looking at Fenrir with a confused expression. you.

I was wondering where this little dog came from, but it was able to catch up to Nier who turned into lightning. If it wasn't for her sharp eyesight and quick hands just now, Fenrir's paw slapped Nier's head and was caught by Fenrir .

And Fenrir, who was caught by her, didn't dare to fight back...Although he could easily break free from Baldr, when he thought of being recognized by Baldr in this way, he resisted extremely.

Although it is useless, Kevin and Slude still have to be exposed when they come.

But any creature has a mentality of not turning back if it hits the south wall, and not giving up until the Yellow River.

"Kevin, Slude, come back..."

Also in the hall, Brunhilde, wearing a long white dress, stood up from the side with a smile on his face after seeing the two of them. Just as he was about to say something, he saw them holding hands again, so he was slightly stunned. Down.

Seeing Badr holding Fenrir's neck, Kevin immediately let go of Slude, stepped forward to catch him...even though Kevin still trusted Fenrir.

But he also knew that Fenrir was a proud and stupid husky, and it was okay to make a small joke, but if he was treated like this, if his head got hot and he really spoke, it would be troublesome.

"Who is Kevin?"

Seeing that Kevin carried Fenrir away, while Nell was hiding on his shoulders, hugging her and shivering, Badr couldn't help but wink at Kevin in doubt.

"Fenrir." Kevin said as he put Fenrir down.

"Fenrir...huh??"

After saying that, Badr and Brunhilde were stunned at the same time. They looked at Fenrir who was lying on the ground and closed his eyes, not wanting to open them. up.

Hoddle, who heard the news at this moment, walked into the living room with Skadi.

Therefore, Fenrir, who could not escape his fate, was played with by the enthusiastic Baldr for a long time, and because he couldn't stand Baldr's constant harassment, he finally ran to hide in the arms of the God of Darkness, Hodr.

And Fenrir did not resist being gently touched by Hoddle, and it was quite enjoyable to lie in her arms, making Kevin even want to kick him away.

On the way, Kevin also learned that Brunhilde will stay in the Palace of Light from today onwards. Her original palace no longer exists, and staying in the Palace of Light is her own request, so Baldr naturally welcomes it.

After some frolicking, Skadi took Fenrir away.

When resting at night, Badr always felt that she had forgotten something, but she didn't remember it in the end, and she didn't realize it until midnight.

Forget to teach Kevin a lesson, let him take Fenrir, and get fooled!

Early the next morning, Kevin felt someone pushing him gently, and gently calling him to get up. He thought it was Slude, so he didn't think much about it. After getting up, he asked her to dress himself in a daze.

"Clothes...where are the clothes?"

"Well, isn't it there all the time?" Kevin, who was yawning, pointed at the mouth and said casually.

There was a rustling sound, when she leaned over holding the clothes and carefully dressed Kevin, Kevin was slightly stunned when he smelled the fragrance wafting.

Hey, why do you think this smell...

At this moment, there was a sudden click of the door, and Slude pushed the door open and walked in.

Kevin looked over subconsciously, and Slude, who looked up, was stunned at the moment.

"...Sister?!" Slude, whose beautiful red eyes gradually widened, looked at the man who was dressing Kevin, and said in shock, "You, what are you doing?!"

Kevin tilted his head and met the eyes of the woman who was changing his clothes.