Aren’t you supposed to be a ‘Holy Mother’? Didn’t you say a girl can’t bear to see something die after seeing it alive? What the hell are you doing?!
Stop! Stop! Don’t kill me! I was wrong! I was really wrong! Please! Yamero—!
But no one understood what he was saying. They only heard a small lamb bleating incessantly in a drawn-out tone.
The blood in Kira Yoshi-lamb’s veins turned cold. He realized he had completely misread the situation. This wasn’t some soft-hearted saint; this was a cold-blooded, ruthless, scheming monster—exactly like the “Two-faced Bitch” who had imprisoned his main body!
His “effective part” was only the brain, and he wasn’t sure if his soul fragment could survive after being carefully cooked for several hours.
As Wang Yue sharpened the knife, she spoke calmly. “My plan is to discard the entrails and the head. The rest will be butchered normally. Aside from the meat I give to you, I’ll wrap the rest in oil paper and hang it outside the window to dry-age. The low temperature is perfect for aging.”
Kira Yoshi-lamb sucked in a breath of cold air. Dry-aging?! Are you even human? Who’s the real animal here?!
In that moment, forced by desperation, he threw away all his dignity. He buckled his four knees, kneeling on the spot, and stretched out his neck to lick her hand while making fawning little noises.
Right then, Dorothy rushed in, shouting, “Master, don’t kill her!”
“This beast ate my book and spat at me. It’s too malicious to keep,” Wang Yue replied.
“I’ll make sure she learns her lesson!” Dorothy pleaded again.
Wang Yue pulled her hand back and washed it under the tap. Her gaze grew more suspicious. “This beast has an indescribable sense of wrongness about it. I don’t like animals that are too ‘human,’ especially in this world… I’ve changed my mind. It’s better to slaughter it and bury the remains, just like handling diseased livestock.”
Medeili nodded in agreement. She held up a slender, pale hand, her knuckles cracking. “Need help? I can order every drop of its body fluid to crawl out of its pores until it becomes a dried husk.”
“No! Are you two devils?! Let her go!” Dorothy hugged Kira Yoshi-lamb, her eyes brimming with tears, determined to stand or fall with the sheep.
Finally, under her persistent begging, Kira Yoshi-lamb kept his life. But he didn’t feel a shred of gratitude toward the cute, kind, pink-haired girl.
Pah! Little bitch.
As if I needed you to save me!
Mind your own business!
Go away! Don’t pour water on me!
Tsk, what’s that weird smell? Bath salts?
Dorothy gave the lamb a bath from head to tail, dried her with a towel, and carried her back to the dorm.
Now smelling fresh instead of like a farm, the lamb was a hit with the other girls in the room. Four or five small hands began petting and rubbing the sheep all over.
Kira Yoshi-lamb felt immensely insulted. His teeth ground together as he struggled and resisted, only to receive a sharp glare from Wang Yue. He immediately went quiet and knelt on the floor, resentment festering in his heart.
I haven’t failed completely yet. I have to find a way to make them touch my brain matter. Controlling one or two is better than none… Should I bash my head against a wall? No, a sheep doesn’t have enough strength to knock its brains out. Jump from a height? No, the second floor is too low. At most, I’d break a leg. And even if I succeeded, the sight of splattered brains would just scare them away. Possessing a servant who cleans up the corpse wouldn’t help either… What should I do? What can I do? Damned little bitches, damned two-faced bitch and her wanton dragon…
***
Late into the night, Wang Yue lay in bed, thinking quietly.
Ever since she arrived at Balor Academy, the world had changed. It was as if a thick, impenetrable mist had settled over everything, making it impossible to predict whether the future held fortune or calamity.
When she was farming at the Holy Kingdom’s ranch, her previous knowledge was still useful. Here, it was completely worthless.
She had to be cautious, yet over-caution would only bind her hands and feet, turning her into a mediocrity. Finding the balance was the real problem.
The immediate priority was to figure out what that “Octopus” was, while the long-term trouble was figuring out how to fool the Church’s Harvest Team.
She eventually drifted into a deep sleep.
The next morning, the housemother’s voice drifted through the door.
The little witches stretched and yawned, climbing out of bed to prepare for school.
This was their third day at the academy and their second day of formal classes.
After washing up, Wang Yue checked the schedule again. The first class was Sorcery. That was right—her Sorcery textbook had been ruined by the sheep.
She was becoming increasingly convinced that the beast had picked its target based on her schedule.
There was no time to get a new book. She had spent two hours last night copying the first few pages of the text.
“Listen up, you beast. Don’t think for a second that just because I didn’t kill you, you’re off the hook.” Wang Yue hopped onto Kira Yoshi-lamb’s back and grabbed a handful of her neck wool. “Let’s go.”
Kira Yoshi-lamb was absolutely livid, her eyes bulging. But since sheep have horizontal pupils, she just looked somewhat dazed and cute.
Though he was cursing up a storm in his head, he knew perfectly well that he couldn’t resist this girl, or he would die on the spot.
There was nothing easy about the adult world; sometimes, you just had to carry the burden and move forward.
With her neck wool being tugged—left for a left turn, right for a right turn, and a sharp yank for a stop—the little lamb trotted along, perfectly obedient.
