In the end, little Chu Zao, with a sticker on his face and a transparent Holy Cas Empire flag card clipped to his hat, pattered along beside Anya and Feiman. He looked around curiously at everything. The little flag on his head bobbed with every move. So small, loved by his family and bundled up… Continue reading Cub 045: With Such Pathetic Talk, What Are You Even Fired Up About?!

Little Chu Zao had wanted to say it for a while. Even if his dad tricked him into eating sour fruit, even if he confiscated his candy and snacks. Dad was not bad at all. On the bed, one blanket was spread out soft and wide—where the cub had just slept. There was also a… Continue reading Cub 044: Zao Zao, Save Me, Pull Me Up!

Little Chu Zao had already gotten used to the sour taste—it wasn’t as if the cubs ever got to eat anything too sour. This fruit was rich in nutrients, and as they hadn’t found a better substitute yet, it was always in little Chu Zao’s basket. The basic requirement for the little one was just… Continue reading Cub 043: Thanks to the Gifts of Nature!

Feiman, hiding in the shadowy corner, watched as the cub hugged the candy. Her features were striking, with deep shadows; when she hid in the corner watching like this, there was a subtle—villainous air about her. She even uttered blandly, “You really can catch a cub with this?” For a moment, she looked even more… Continue reading Cub 042: Loving Father, Filial Son.jpg

Feiman did not dodge at all. She easily blocked the cub’s arrow—it didn’t hurt at all, it even tickled a little, the attack power seemed so-so. Maybe that needed some more training. Feiman instantly concluded, not understanding why Frey had such an expression—well, Frey wasn’t really considered the strong force in their family, but his… Continue reading Cub 041: On the Feasibility of Using Candy to Fish for Little Cubs

While the others remained numb and Hel remained bewildered, Little Chu Zao’s golden crown above his head lit up—within the spacious room, it felt as if a gentle breeze softly wafted through. A nearly-shattered corner of Hel’s halo was slowly patched together. It was hard to describe what Hel felt just then. For years, he’d… Continue reading Cub 040: That Little Crown Clan Must Be Dignified and Mighty, Right?

He… he was going to kill Amos! Fueled by boiling anger, Hel, who hadn’t left his chambers in years, marched out with unwavering steps. The palace patrols stared in bewilderment at Hel’s grim, reckless figure striding toward Dwight Manor. Guards: … Hiss—what’s happening? Should we report this? But that’s Lord Hel. Still, Lord Hel looks… Continue reading Cub 039: The Crown Clan Has the Best Teachers—He Refuses to Accept This

As a member of the imperial tutor family, Hel had seen a lot and dared to try almost anything. But this—he had never seen. And certainly wouldn’t try. What the heck, just taking off his halo like that? Huh??? First, talking in his head, now trying to give him a dose of frontal shock??? Amos… Continue reading Cub 038: Apologize to Amos? No, He’s Going to Kill Amos!

The boundaryless baby voice, this time, did not fade quickly but echoed for a long while. As a result, whenever Hel tried to sink into depression, that voice cut him off; whenever he started to fall, it interrupted again. Usually, Hel would be locked in anguish and unable to sleep for ages. Yet at least,… Continue reading Cub 037: Zao Zao’s Halo Got Tangled Up

This is the end! Someone can touch his halo!! Help!! They’re even pulling it down!! Joshua had just opened his eyes, only to be subjected to this trauma. He could not help wondering—had he perhaps already died? A cold numbness crept up his scalp; his own halo seemed to break out in a cold sweat.… Continue reading Cub 036: Who Keeps “Ah-ah”ing in My Brain in the Middle of the Night???