(I continue to ask for monthly votes, it's only the third, while I still remember that monthly votes are needed, those who have extra don't hide them away, also someone please go claim those gifted chapters...)
If I were Werewolf William, knowing Lilina's crazy nature, the smartest choice would be to immediately throw whatever she handed over fifty meters away, then back off and keep a straight-line distance of more than thirty meters from this girl, and throw a shoe at her face.
But William is not me, and he doesn't know how treacherous this seemingly innocent and cute little girl can be. All he saw was the girl suddenly summoning vines thicker than his thigh and carnivorous flowers to tie up the tiny bouncing girl into a bundle, a magical scene that made Brother Werewolf's eyebrow twitch: just this move alone was enough to dominate the Dark World.
He absolutely couldn't imagine how casually Lilina could decree death to tens of millions of people.
"This...must be a joke, right?"
