Chapter 49
Moko Was Not Just a Puffball
When I opened my eyes, the first thing in front of me was a face so beautiful it couldn’t possibly belong to this world.
Huh?
This feels familiar…
Ah, right.
It’s just like the moment I first woke up in this world.
Those ice-blue eyes beneath shimmering silver lashes stared straight into my own.
Ah… God… is this heaven?
“Letty, you’re awake?”
At the sound of my name, I snapped out of the trance I’d fallen into just from looking at my brother.
“Brother, are you hurt—?”
I tried to sit up in a rush, but I couldn’t.
But the hand I reached out was firmly caught by my brother, who pulled me into a tight embrace.
“I’m so glad… I’m really so glad.”
His voice trembled right beside my ear.
Brother… that’s my line.
“Brother, are you really alright?”
Even if Moko helped him, the fact remains that he had been injured enough to almost die.
I pulled away slightly and patted around his body to check for injuries.
With a soft smile, my brother let me do as I pleased.
“Thanks to you and Moko, not a single wound remains.”
Saying so, he picked up Moko—who had been sitting by the bed—and placed him on my lap.
Moko, who had once been a little round puffball, now had ears, a tail, and proper legs, looking just like a fluffy puppy.
If I had to name a dog breed, he felt like a Spitz.
Except the tail resembled a fox’s—an irresistibly fluffy, luxurious tail.
Eh? What is this texture?
I could pet this for the rest of my life.
“Moko, thank you.”
When I petted his head, his tail wagged.
Still silent as always, but now that he had a tail, reading his emotions was going to be easier.
“I’m just really glad you’re unhurt, Brother.”
If even a single scratch marred my brother’s beautifully smooth, marble-like skin, it would be a loss for the entire world.
It’s truly thanks to Moko.
Thank you, thank you!!
“You’re the one who had a magical surge and almost lost control.”
Well, that’s because at that moment… I thought Brother had died.
If Brother didn’t exist in this world, then the world might as well be destroyed.
Even now that feeling hasn’t changed.
There’s nothing—absolutely nothing—more important to me than Brother.
Even if Brother turned into the final boss, I would choose him over the world.
…Wait.
Doesn’t that make me sound kind of like a villainess too?
Well, if Brother really ever became the final boss, then as his little sister, I’d support him.
Of course, preventing him from becoming the final boss is the best outcome.
“It was your magic that allowed Moko to evolve into a Fenrir and save me.”
“Fenrir?”
Eh? Fenrir—the same legendary divine beast Fenrir?
What followed was something I had never heard before.
Puffballs born in places rich with mana are basically like eggs—and if given mana, they evolve into either a dragon or a Fenrir.
If you desire strength, it becomes a dragon.
If you desire healing, it becomes a Fenrir.
But because the amount of mana needed is enormous, only dragons—who naturally possess immense mana—can evolve puffballs.
And dragons don’t desire healing, so puffballs only ever evolve into dragons.
Which means… Moko is the only living Fenrir in the world.
That tiny little thing—like a white version of soot sprites—was actually a Fenrir egg?
I thought I understood a lot about this world from the novel, but apparently there’s still so much I don’t know.
Well, that makes sense.
After all, the golden licorice that should have belonged to Hero Abel is already in my possession…
And even the holy sword ended up with me.
If I can convince Professor Robert to develop the special cure, then no child will ever have to die from magic overload again.
Speaking of heroes… could this village be the one the hero was born in?
If there were a boy around with those rare amber-and-gold eyes, that would be a perfect match—but is there one?
Looking around the room, I realized something.
The holy sword, Lan, was here.
W-what!?
The holy sword with the loudest personality ever… had been silently standing in the corner all this time!?
W-what happened!?
“My lady, please have some water.”
And now he’s acting like a perfect butler!?
Stunned, I accepted the glass of water Lan handed to me.
Ah, it’s cold and delicious.
“Lord Serios cooled it for you.”
And now he’s calling my brother Lord.
What is going on—!?
