Chapter 8: There Are Many Types of Madness

Bridget coldly left the two elders behind, then gently embraced his small, pitiful wolf.

Before leaving, he glanced at the two elderly men lying face down behind him as a warning. His gaze was filled with a bloody aura.

The elders lay in silent fear, waiting for their leader to leave. Only when they no longer felt any threat did they start to vent their anger.

"Damn it! That half-breed kid dared to insult us!!!"

The elder with long hair slowly stood up, causing his companion to feel a bit of injustice. "Paul! Aren't you angry?!"

The long-haired elder didn't reply, but his dark, hate-filled face was enough to show his fury.

However, he knew that some things required a clear plan, or else he, not the brash young leader, would be the one to die. He was a man of intellect, not a brute like Elder Linn who only knew violence without thought.

Paul struggled towards the tribe. He wanted to return quickly, lest others see his dirty state and the opposing elders mock him relentlessly!

Bridget! You wait!

...

Speaking of Bridget, he was carrying the little wolf to the original water source where she had run to escape the two elders. Layla found it amusing; she had run a whole circle only to end up back here.

Originally, it was her own steps that brought her here. Now, she was like a treasured gem, preciously protected on the shoulders of that man.

Throughout the journey, she felt the care he had for her.

It was strange.

If it were before, he might have only glanced to see if she was alive or dead, the kind of concern a master has for an unimportant pet.

But now... the way he protected her had improved. Yet, this only made her more confused. If she were still human, she might think he wanted her body. Sadly, she was just a little wolf now.

...What could be done between two different species together anyway?

Her mind swirled with silly thoughts, even ignoring the large hands gently washing the dirt off her body.

Until those calloused hands touched her belly...

"Grrr!!!" Layla panicked and struggled out of the man's large hands. Even as a little wolf, there were rules between males and females! One must not touch a female's belly without permission, understand?!

Her panicked reaction made the man pause. Then he laughed joyfully, "You're just a little wolf, how do you even know to protect your belly?"

Then he tilted his head, thinking, his interest piqued as he continued, "That's not right, I am your master. Everything about you belongs to me." He picked up the now clean and wet little wolf body. The little wolf looked much more beautiful now. "You... have no right to refuse."

Layla:...

Madman!

Talking to a pet alone was not normal. And now he was even telling the pet it couldn't refuse.

Did he realize that if it were a pet without cognitive development, everything he said was pointless?! Instead of fighting and then throwing a big piece of raw meat at the pet, he could take the pet hunting together! After all, being together was the best way for a master and pet to build a bond!

Stop it, Layla!

She seemed to have lived in the form of a little wolf for a while, making her forget that the little wolf was her! And she was not a low-level creature that needed to be cherished!!!

Being around a madman for so long, she was starting to go mad too!

But there was something she wanted, and that was to go hunting with Bridget. She wanted to see how the Northern tribe hunted, and she also wanted to know the terrain of this place.

However, how could she get him to take her along?

…

Bridget happily watched his pet look at him with contemptuous eyes. He was sure this little wolf was very smart, otherwise, how could it make such expressive faces.

Initially, he was hesitant about favoring an animal too much. But now, he thought, what if he considered this little wolf as his life partner? He was a madman from the start anyway!

A mad slayer from the Northern tribe, did he need reasons or support from anyone? He didn't.

Bridget would take what he wanted on his own.

So, he wanted to keep his pet beside him. Anyone who thought of killing his pet would have to consider whether he agreed or not.

Those foolish people who didn't know their limits…

His golden eyes shone like gems in the dark, silent night, like a dangerous ray from a monstrous beast.

His hand constantly stroked the grey fur of the pet. Being wet, it might not be as soft as when it's dry, but he already liked the feeling of stroking it. He thought this would be his favorite pastime.

"Grrr!!!" Layla growled, wanting to avoid those shameless hands.

Damn it! Damn it!!! Thinking or talking is one thing! But to touch her like that! She might have a history of marriage, but she's still a pure female!!! Don't molest her!!! Even if she's in the form of a wolf, it's not allowed!!!

Layla found her previously calm personality easily disrupted by this man! Facing traitors, she never went this mad. If the people of Leon knew that all their efforts to make her submit or go mad were only laughed off by her, they would be furious. Of course, when she was tortured by them, it was a different matter!

However, Layla's anger didn't concern the golden-eyed man. He even thought she was showing her shyness! Bridget happily stroked the head of his little wolf, in a very good mood, saying, "I understand, no need to try so hard to show you like me." He hugged the little wolf and gently kissed its forehead, "I know I'm a good master."

Layla:!!!

Damn it! That despicable molester! Take your filthy hands and face away from her immediately!!! That self-loving man, always scripting and acting for himself!

Madman!!!

Layla cursed someone more times than ever before. At the same time, she deeply understood why people called this man a madman! However, she didn't know yet… the realm of madness has many levels. This… was just a small part of it.