Helmut: The Forsaken Child - H.F.C Chapter 475 (Part 1):
As they drew their swords in unison and assumed alert postures, they clearly saw Elaga’s face.
For a moment, several people’s expressions twitched.
Above Elaga’s head, his fur was comically curled up.
The tips of his magnificent whiskers were also shriveled.
As if a fireball had just grazed the top of his head.
Seeing his own reflection clearly in the metallic carriage, Elaga had screamed.
The culprit was obvious.
Elaga glared at Alea with fierce eyes.
It couldn’t be Heike’s fault, who had used freezing magic.
[Alea, what the hell is this?]
“Your fur got singed by the magic.”
Alea, who had cast the lightning magic, answered nonchalantly.
Elaga growled.
[Why did you hit me! You idiot mage!]
“I didn’t hit you; it was the influence of the lightning. And it’s not true that I’m an idiot.”
As the lightning magic shot out, it burned the atmosphere and even singed Elaga’s fur.
Since it could interfere with the magic, Elaga, who was in front, had suppressed his demonic energy as much as possible.
In return for his active cooperation, he suffered damage to his forehead fur.
His dignified appearance was gone; the face with burned fur patchy here and there was more comical than ferocious.
[My precious fur, how dare you!]
“It’ll grow back in time.”
[Would you say that if I burned your head!]
Alea, who had casually touched her own hair, finally said.
“Sorry.”
[Is sorry all you have to say!]
Moreover, her tone didn’t sound sorry at all. Alea said seriously.
“I’ll compensate you later.”
Elaga whipped his head away. The heartbroken one let out a long roar.
Kroaaaaar!
Elaga’s front paws savagely clawed the ground.
Wrapped in intense emotion, the Demon King’s dominance over him receded far away. In a way, it was a good thing.
Helmut subtly spoke to Elaga.
“You can burn my hair.”
Alea’s hair was off-limits, but compensation with his own hair was possible.
Elaga retorted fiercely.
[Once this is over, instead of your female, I’ll burn your head until the scalp shows!]
Helmut had no choice but to shut his mouth at the voice filled with raw anger and grudge. While subtly stroking his hair. He didn’t want to go bald either.
“More importantly, what’s next?”
Asuka asked.
No one could answer that question.
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