My Home is Not a Magical Creature Farm

by Usui Takumii

not mine, exiledrebelsscanlations. Beware Bl.

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Description

Magician Augusta receives a strange letter and package from his friend one early morning. The box turns out to be a young (and very naked) werewolf! This starts the humorous tale of these two men falling in love with the comedic undertones from a sassy 400-year-old vampire, a germaphobe unicorn, and other magical creatures.

Augusta was wearing a nightgown, his hair was messy, and his eyes were still asleep. His toothbrush was hanging out of his mouth, and his toothpaste all over his lips. He opened the door, confused, and stood looking at the impatient courier holding a gigantic box outside his house.

"Your parcel and letter, sir." The courier rudely shoved a letter to Augusta and put a pen under his eyes. "Please sign it!"

Augusta took the pen and scribbled his name. The courier seemed to have a grudge against the waybill; he tore it off, put it in Augusta's hands, and slammed the door.

What a bad attitude! Augusta looked down for the express company's name on the waybill, vowing in his heart that he would tell everyone never to use them in the future.

The package and the letter were from his friend, Cavaldien. It was a big box, big enough to fit a body. What strange thing did that guy send?

Muttering, magician Augusta walked to the bathroom and dropped the letter on the living room's coffee table. After brushing his teeth in the bathroom, he washed his face and came to the kitchen without shaving. He opened the refrigerator only to find nothing but rows of canned milk.

Maybe I can conjure up something to eat. Augusta closed the refrigerator door sadly and then rejected the idea. It's too much trouble to waste magic on such small things as sesame and mung bean. Lilianna had come by to visit yesterday and made him a big dinner. There is half a roast chicken left. I'll have that for breakfast.

He microwaved the roast chicken. If Cavaldien saw what he was doing, he would have yelled, 'You shame your title as a magician, using a microwave oven instead of magic! How can I know a friend like you? I don't know you! Please act as if you don't know me later. Thank you!' Aha, that's great. Next time, I should invite Cavaldien to come. I will personally demonstrate sixteen simple microwave cooking methods in front of him — standard like instructions!

A few minutes later, Augusta opened the letter. Cavaldien had written it, and the tone was as bad as he was.

Dear Augusta,

Recently, I was shocked to hear that your house was broken into. I am angry at this unfortunate accident and deeply sympathize with you who have been hit hard.

As I have been on a business trip recently, I can't visit your house in person (the word had been crossed out) and see you (the word had also been crossed out). Therefore, I'd like to send a small gift.

Yours obediently,

Cavaldien

P.S. If you can handle this kid's monthly troubles, I promise he'll be the perfect house guard.

Augusta only knows that there are two species of creatures in the world that cause trouble once a month. One was a woman, and the other was a werewolf. He assumed Cavaldien was talking about the latter because he doesn't think women could be addressed as a 'he' or that a woman would defend his property. According to what he had seen and heard from some of his girlfriends, he should be thankful he didn't lose all of his stuff.

The magician calmly crumpled his friend's letter into a ball, flattened it on his palm, and summoned a flame to burn it to ashes. Cavaldien is such a warm-hearted person, he thought. He gave me a werewolf as a security guard. He is so kind. Next time I should invite him. I'll even cook and serve him myself and put all the stuff in the frying pan into his annoying mouth.

Then Augusta rushed to the gate and prepared a lock charm that could be used on the werewolf packed and sent to his home. But when he arrived at the gate, he was horrified to find that the box was open and empty.

Bang bang! From the kitchen came the clatter of plates. Augusta kicked the empty box out of anger and rushed back into the kitchen. The scene inside made the magician suddenly think that he should bombard his friend with magic fire a hundred times.

A naked young man with grey hair was sitting on a chair, holding the roast chicken leg in one hand (half of the roast chicken cooked by Lilianna yesterday) and a glass of milk in the other hand (the cup was a souvenir from Augusta's college graduation year, with a stupid graduation picture on it), from which he drank a lot before choking. Seeing Augusta, the young man put down his glass and waved in a friendly manner, "Hello! Are you the owner of the house? Good roast chicken. Do you have anything else?"

If Augusta was an ordinary magician, he would have cast an offensive spell, such as the sleeping spell or a lock charm. But he was not a general magician, so he summoned the magic encyclopedia from the bookshelf. Under the youth's curious gaze, he held up the hardcover brick book with a thickness of one thousand pages and smashed it against the other man's head.

The young man fell from the chair onto the ground, headfirst. For a moment, Augusta didn't know whether he was alive or dead. The drumstick in his hand had also fallen to the ground.

It's a curse to waste food. If Lilianna knew, she would cry! Augusta picked up the drumstick, put it under the faucet, and washed it. If food falls to the ground, it can be saved within three seconds! There's scientific evidence for that! The magician hypnotized himself, ignoring that the floor had not been cleaned for days, and ate with relish.

That evening, Augusta, who had had only one meal, came to the kitchen, dizzy with hunger. After being knocked unconscious by him, the young man who was tied to the chair woke up leisurely. He opened his eyes with difficulty. At first, his expression was blank, as if he didn't understand what was going on. He was obviously frightened when he found himself tied up (using a runic cord) and unable to move.

"You… What are you going to do?" He yelled at Augusta. The magician scratched his ear, shaking with pain, and warned him to shut up with his eyes.

"I should ask you this question!" Augusta pointed a silver fork at the young man's nose as if he was a brave hunter holding a silver wedge to face the vicious vampire. "You broke into my house without my consent, ate my food without clothes, and almost blinded my eyes. It's a light punishment to only knock you out!"

"How can you say that?" The young man opened his innocent eyes. Augusta found that he had blue eyes, but because the color was too pure, it felt fake. "Are you not Augusta Hollich?"

"I obviously am."

"That's it." The young man tried to straighten up his chest but was strangled by the magic rope, and then let out his anger, "I was sent by Lord Cavaldien, and you signed for me in person, so I didn't 'break into' your house. Since you personally welcomed me in, I am a guest. What's wrong with eating a little bit of your food?"

Augusta choked. His intuition told him that there was a problem of logic with the youth's words, but he could not find a flaw for a moment. So he snorted, "Well… What about clothes? How will you explain this problem?"

The young man replied, "It's simple. If I don't wear clothes, I can reduce the weight of the package."

—Cavaldien! I'm done with you!

Augusta nearly vomited blood. He covered his sore chest and staggered out of the kitchen. He was eager to find the forbidden book, filled with black magic and curses, in his study. He would copy down some evil curses that would make the subject want death and throw them on Cavaldien one by one—

"And the express bill? Where's the damn express bill? I'm going to pack up and send back this wolf!"

"No!" The young man screamed, "Don't send me back! Please! Lord Cavaldien will make me into a wolf-skin bib!"

Augusta said coldly, "It's against the law. As a civil servant and deputy director of the high commission of magic, Cavaldien is unlikely to break the law."

"He certainly has the guts…" The young man struggled and dragged the chair against the floor with a creaking sound, "Don't send me away! I'll help you catch the thief. Wasn't your house broken into recently?"

"Thank you for your enthusiasm, but I have strengthened the magic protection around the house. Don't worry about thieves."

"I can cook and do housework."

"That's a pity. I've got a housekeeper to do that regularly." Augusta didn't give him any face.

"…I can warm the bed?"

There was a sweet smell in the magician's throat. "Go away! Get out of here now!"

Click. The sound of the door opening came from the porch, followed by the thump of high-heeled shoes on the floor. The sound stopped after a few steps. The owner of the high-heeled shoes seemed to have changed into slippers. The soft sound of footsteps made a turn into the living room and then came to the kitchen door.

"Good evening, Mr. Augusta." A mature girl's voice rang out from the door, "I guessed you didn't have dinner, so I brought…"

The door was opened, and there appeared a charming beauty with fair skin and long black curly hair cascading down to her shoulders. Her ruby eyes looked at the two people in the kitchen, gaze staying on the naked youth for a while before moving away slowly.

"It seems that I have not come at the right time." The beauty showed a delicate and complicated look, "I've disturbed you, please forgive me." She chuckled, looked at the naked youth bound to the chair, and continued to tease, "But I didn't expect Mr. Augusta's interest was so special…" She turned gracefully and closed the kitchen door with her hand.

Augusta and the youth looked at each other.

"Who is she?" asked the youth.

"Quentina, my housekeeper," the magician replied.

"A vampire?" the young man asked again.

"Oh, you found out," the magician replied. Then he realized that his vampire housekeeper seemed to have misunderstood something and rushed out of the door. "Quentina, you're mistaken. We're not in that kind of relationship!"

"Oh, stop it, Mr. Augusta. I'm not a three-year-old, I understand." The female vampire's voice was smiling, "and I don't discriminate against homosexuals, I don't care…"

"Who cares about that?!"

"Ah, I misunderstood." After a flurry of explanation, Quentina finally accepted that the strange youth was a 'gift' packed and sent, rather than a bed mate playing an SM binding game with Augusta.

"I'll tell you, Mr. Augusta is so old and is still a 'magician.' 1 Why would he play so much all of a sudden?" Quentina laughed, but the expression on her face was not very convincing. In her opinion, Augusta was more like a pervert in his years of repression.

Augusta's mouth twitched, "Now that you understand, please help me pack this guy up and send him back."

"No!" The young werewolf found that they were back to square one and immediately began to howl, "Please don't drive me away! I'll take care of your daily life! I'll take care of your home! I don't want a salary, just three meals! Don't drive me away!"

"Mr. Augusta, the tape is ready!" Quentina was suddenly very helpful.

"Thank you, ma'am!"

The young man looked at her with tears in his eyes, "Beautiful vampire lady, please…"

Quentina was indifferent to his compliment, "Hurry up, Mr. Augusta. I can't wait to box him."

"Why are you so active?" Augusta questioned.

The beautiful vampire showed her fangs. "If he is as capable as he said, then I will be out of work." She turned to the porch to pick up the box. "Lately, the unemployment rate is so high. Do you know how hard it is to find a job suitable for vampires?"

After the box was brought in, Quentina slowly approached the werewolf youth with the tape in her hand, along with Augusta, marching like an army toward the enemy camp. "Mr. Augusta, please untie his rope first."

"That's too dangerous!" The magician exclaimed.

"Do you want to send him with the chair?" The vampire raised her eyebrows. "You untie the rope first, and I'll tie him up with tape immediately…"

"Good!"

The young man looked frightened and tried to move backward, but it didn't help. Augusta recited a curse. The youth's rope disappeared with a 'pa!' Before Quentina could use the tape to subdue him, he jumped up and grabbed Augusta by the shoulder!

Damn werewolf, how dare you attack me! The magician was angry from the heart and immediately gave up his last reserve. He planned to use his precious magic to teach the wolf a lesson. An attack spell appeared in his mind. The magician opened his lips, but before he could recite, his mouth was blocked by a pair of cold lips—

The young man sealed Augusta's spell with his lips, deepening the unexpected kiss right under the magician's shocked eyes. Augusta soon recovered from his panic and pushed the youth away — if not, he would have put his tongue in!

"Presumptuous! What do you think you are doing?" The magician, covering his lips, stepped back and bumped into the cupboard. How dare this damned guy kiss him?! This is… That was his first kiss!

The young man was very aggrieved, "Lord Cavaldien asked me to do this." He put all the blame on the mage who was not in the scene. "He said that Lord Augusta has a surly character which is completely caused by a lack of intimate contact. If you insist on driving me away, I was to kiss you until you agree. He said so."

Augusta's blood pressure soared to a critical level in a flash. "Do you believe what he says?"

The young man said pitifully, "How would I know if I haven't tried…"

Augusta found himself having a real communication problem with this guy, so he turned to Quentina, "What are you waiting for? Come here and take this guy! Quentina?"

The vampire, who was called by her name, looked at them with a silly smile, "I don't know why but I suddenly think it's good to keep him…"

My comrade in arms suddenly plotted a mutiny!

Augusta watched Quentina tell the youth, "You can stay, but you must be obedient. You must do whatever I ask you to do. You should be diligent and don't procrastinate. Otherwise, I won't mind tasting the blood of a werewolf…" Then she showed her fangs.

When the youth found that his position was now stable, he immediately turned obedient, "Of course, I will be obedient! But… But what will you do?"

With this, Augusta interrupted them, "Do you want to be out of work?"

"How can I lose my job? It's a promotion." The vampire held her cheek. "I've been promoted from an ordinary housekeeper to a managing housekeeper. Congratulations are in order."

"Hello! Who is the owner of this house? It's me! Don't make decisions for me!"

His protest was ignored. Quentina and the youth walked out of the kitchen, chatting and laughing. "I haven't asked your name yet."

"My name is Kyfayar."

"Ah, my name is Quentina Lilies Blood. By the way, I have to find you something to wear first. I know that Mr. Augusta has some clothes that he never wears, and you probably can fit into them. But he has a strange taste, do you mind?"

"Of course not!"

I really mind! Augusta was silently screaming in his heart.

"Lilianna! Come and help me! If you don't hurry up, I'll die!" In the study, Augusta huddled behind the curtains, was on the phone with Lilianna, his friend (Cavaldien sarcastically calls her his 'best friend').

"My God, Augusta, do you know I'm on the other side of the ocean, and there's something in the world called jet lag?" Lilianna, on the other end of the phone, yawned, her voice weak.

"Of course, I know! But this is an emergency!"

"Alarmist. What you call an 'emergency' is probably the degree of 'Quentina is on strike again'? Well, it would have indeed happened sooner or later. Quentina has to take care of you, a giant baby, when she is hundreds of years old. It's tough for her. I'd go on strike if it were me." Lilianna said, "Well… in fact, humans can live for a month without eating and drinking water. Hold on. I'll bring you food next week…"

"It's worse than that!" Augusta interrupted her pointless speculation. "That old bastard Cavaldien sent me a werewolf! Now he's allied with Quentina to take over my house! Except for the study room and the research room, all the other places are occupied!"

"Oh…" Lilianna said with a long sigh, "Do you want me to teach you a foolproof strategy?"

"Teach me! Please!"

"Go out."

"No problem!"

"Find Quentina."

"Okay!"

"And surrender to her."

"… What the hell?"

"At least it will save your dog's life."

"I'll die either way!" Augusta dropped the phone angrily. He couldn't count on Lilianna, such an unreliable person, at the critical moment! He had to learn to save himself!

The magician moved to the ladder against the shelf and climbed it, intending to find the most powerful book among his magic books' thick rows.

The most ferocious witch in history? The witch was just as unreliable as Lilianna. What about the ancient curses list? Most of those curses were failed ones. The Origin and Prospect of black magic? Bah, there's nothing to look forward to. Let Your Opponent Suffer: The Great Mage Mobius Teaches You A Hundred Practical Curses. This sounds good. Although I would like to explore why Mobius wrote a book of curses, the priority is to recapture the lost land.

Augusta pulled out the book and couldn't wait to open it. However, the book was so thick that it weighed like a heavy stone and almost broke his arms. The magician, who had been staying at home all year round and lacked exercise, lost his balance and fell off the ladder as soon as he turned open the cover.

If Augusta were a typical magician, he would have cast a spell to reduce his fall's speed, such as feathering or buffering. But he was not a general magician, so when he fell, his mind worked as quickly as electricity and cast a space transfer magic!

Bang!

"Ah!"

Two loud noises were heard at the same time.

Augusta patted the dust off his clothes and was pleased to see that he had succeeded in rescuing himself with his magic. The victim of the space transfer magic, Kyfayar, was pressed on the ground by him, acting as a human air cushion.

The young werewolf had been cleaning the living room happily with Quentina when he was immediately transported to the study and was instantly hit by a heavy object, for the second time today!

"What a pain! It hurts! I'm going to die!" He screamed.

Augusta slapped him on the head, "Shut up!"

Kyfayar shut up. With tears in his eyes, he watched the magician get up from his back, straighten his pajamas as if nothing had happened, and then say without any apology, "You're too thin. It hurts me too much."

"I don't mind fattening him up a little bit," said Quentina, the vampire.

"Don't waste my food!"

"Come on. It's not like you to cook a meal yourself."

"Even if I don't make it, it's still bought with my money!"

Quentina thought for a moment and waved to the werewolf. "Well, let's go and let the great Augusta feed himself."

Kyfayar got up from the ground, rubbed his aching waist, and followed Quentina, feeling wronged. They soon disappeared through the stairs, and soon the door was slammed, marking that the two had left the house.

Augusta held his magic book for a few seconds.

What the hell! He thought. I haven't done anything yet! It was so easy to take back my lost land? It shouldn't be so simple! It must be a conspiracy. It must be!

The magician put the book on his desk, turned, and ran downstairs, checking all the windows and locks to make sure the vampire hadn't tampered with it. He even sacrificed his magic to perform small detection spells. Because vampires were born magicians, Quentina might have set magic traps.

Everything was business as usual. It seemed that the vampire and her werewolf minion, who had just become a housekeeper, had retreated. Enchanted in the joy of victory, Augusta flew back to his study, intending to send an excellent report to Lilianna.

Then he smelled a strange scent.

Fragrant, attractive, sweet, with sauce and natural smoke — the scent of barbecue.

Augusta rushed to the window and was horrified to see Quentina and Kyfayar setting up a bonfire in his yard, roasting meat! How dare they have a picnic in his courtyard! How delicious the meat looks!

The smell of the barbecue reminded Augusta that he hasn't eaten for nearly a day. He was so hungry that his saliva was about to flow out of his mouth under the lure of meat's smell.

Chill! The magician warned himself. I'm Augusta, the one who nearly won the sixth magic road challenge with Cavaldien! I'm not going to lose to a mere physical desire! Even Lilianna said that people can live for a month without eating! I can wait for Lilianna to help me! I'm not afraid!

The cheers of Quentina and Kyfayar wafted into his ears in the wind, which intensified his hunger.

"It's very nice of you, miss Quentina."

"Eat slowly, and don't choke. Do you want some cumin powder?"

"Thank you! I'm so happy to have your delicious food!"

"What a sweet mouth you have! Here. Take some more."

Augusta was despondent and angry.

"You two bastards!" He pushed open the window and yelled at the two people who were having a picnic in the courtyard, "Come back to me! I want to eat too!"

Augusta swallowed Quentina's food with hatred. He felt that he had never been so humiliated in his life. He threw away his armor in front of the meat roasted by the vampire and werewolf. The most humiliating thing was that he thought the barbecue was delicious.

When Quentina put a few slices of meat on the grill and regretfully said it was the last batch, Augusta had a dispute with the werewolf youth. He used his precious magic to put a padlock on Kyfayar and let him play dead on the garden lawn for ten minutes before he could get the last barbecue. He chewed the barbecue as he triumphantly went back to the house, leaving Kyfayar, who was howling, and Quentina, who had told him to clean the grill. Then he suddenly realized: What the hell was there to be proud of!?

The werewolf must be sent away! He drew back to his study, rubbed his hands, and thought up plans. Werewolves were not easy to deal with. They were quick and hard on the front. It would be better to tie him up and pack him while he was asleep. Yes, that's it!

He immediately happily searched for the magic that would make the young werewolf sleep and stay unconscious even if Pompeii erupted under his butt. He secretly copied down several express company numbers from the phone book to pick up packages at night. He didn't want to wait a second. He had to send Kyfayar away at night!

When he was ready, he looked with satisfaction at the copied spell and the wall clock — it was midnight. Unlike most magicians who liked to stay up late and start their day at noon, Augusta kept good working and resting habits. He should have gone to bed at this time. But the werewolf didn't necessarily have the same habits as him. Considering the average person's sleep time, Augusta decided to start at 2 a.m. Before that, he would rest.

He quietly closed the door of his study and sneaked back into his bedroom. He did not even turn on the light to not disturb others and went to the bedside in the dark. Complacently, he lifted the quilt.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah! What the fuck?!" The magician screamed and retreated, both hands full of red magic fire, ready to burn everything on the bed to ashes.

An object rolled down from the bed, knelt on the ground, and screamed, "Don't kill me, Lord Augusta! Forgive me!"

Augusta took a close look. "Kyfayar?" In the light of the fire, he saw his face — it was Kyfayar.

Augusta put out the magic fire and turned on the light. The bedroom lit up. Kyfayar was on his knees in tears, completely naked, without a pair of underwear.

"What are you doing on my bed?"

Kyfayar was shocked, "I… I'll warm your bed for you!"

The magician felt like a blood vessel had exploded in his brain. "Who told you to do that?! I didn't give that order!"

"You can't say that! If you tell me to do everything first, then won't I just be a robot? As a loyal servant, I must think about what you think and act upon it. I will get things done before you open your mouth, so that…"

"I don't want anyone to warm my bed at all!" Augusta interrupted him angrily. "It's spring, not winter. What kind of bed needs to be warmed up! Even in winter, there's another thing called 'heating.' Do you know that?"

Kyfayar looked at Augusta with wet blue eyes like a dog who knew he had made a mistake. "But you don't seem to have heating in your house." He said pitifully, "Do you need me to warm your bed in winter?"

Augusta thumped himself on his chest to keep from fainting. Stop worrying about warming up the bed! He warned himself that this guy will go around being a problem and pull your IQ to the same level as him! Then you will lose!

"I said there is no need to warm the bed!" He stared at Kyfayar firmly and said without a doubt, "And why aren't you dressed?"

"Because heat transfers faster without clothes!" Kyfayar was so happy that he seemed to have finally accomplished a significant event worthy of commendation.

"Go away! Get out of here! In the future, you are not allowed to enter my bedroom without my permission!" Augusta pointed to the bedroom door and ordered Kyfayar to leave. The young werewolf stood up and left without covering up his essential parts. Augusta slammed the door behind him to express his dissatisfaction. He went back to bed and glanced at the wrinkled sheets and quilts that Kyfayar had slept in. Fortunately, he was not a germaphobe. Otherwise, he would not be able to sleep.

He put on his pajamas, snapped his fingers, turned off the light, climbed into bed, and thought angrily that he must send the werewolf away! From where it came from, back to whence it came! Besides, he had to 'thank' Cavaldien, who gave him this gift and make him regret making such a 'wise' decision.

Augusta was gnashing his teeth in bed. Suddenly, the bedroom door creaked open. The magician sat up acutely, turned on the bedside lamp, and gazed warily at the door's crack, ready to blast the whole door and the person behind it to the Galilean Islands.

A shaggy head sneaked through the crack in the door.

"Lord Augusta," Kyfayar gasped, "may I come in?"

"No." Augusta refused coldly.

The door opened wider. The young werewolf had put on his pajamas (his sleeves and trouser legs were too short because they were initially Augusta's), and he settled on the ground with a soft feather pillow in his arms.

"What do you want? I said, no coming in!" Augusta was nervous.

"Can I… I sleep with you?"

Augusta grabbed the quilt, covered his chest, and said in horror, "No! What are you thinking?"

"Don't get me wrong!" Kyfayar exclaimed, "I mean, you're in bed, and I'll just be lying on the floor next to you…"

"That won't work either!"

"I dare not sleep alone, I am afraid…"

"My God, how old are you?! Do you want your mother to sing you a lullaby before you go to sleep?"

Kyfayar squashed his mouth shut, aggrieved. "I don't have a mother. She's dead."

Augusta choked.

The werewolf youth continued, "When I was a child, my brother slept with me. When I grew up, I lived in a dormitory, but I was still scared. My brother said it would not work. He wanted to train me, so he sent me to work with Lord Cavaldien, who sent me to you again…" He said, looking expectantly at Augusta, "You… You won't dislike me, will you? I'm afraid of the dark. I'll work well. Please don't send me back." Then he choked, and his appearance was unfortunate and pitiful.

Augusta's heart moved, and he couldn't help feeling pity for him. This guy was also very miserable. If he was really returned to Cavaldien, the latter had a bad character. He didn't know how badly he would be bullied. Augusta knew Cavaldien and was often choked by Cavaldien. It would be better to leave Kyfayar in the wilderness full of natural enemies than to send him back to Cavaldien.

The magician thought of the spell he had prepared. Casting is troublesome, said a lazy voice in his heart. It's troublesome to send express delivery. I don't want to spend so much on an express fee! If you ask the consignee to pay the freight, if Cavaldien refuses to pay, the express will return it, and then the freight price will be borne by me. It is not worth the loss! Besides! Besides, there is nothing wrong with having more people in the house. The werewolf can help wash, cook, do housework, and look after my home. My quality of life will improve, like riding a rocket. I can also spare time to do research. In the future, I will probably not need frequent visits from Lilianna and Quentina to take care of my daily life (they always ridicule me for this because of my lack of life skills) — think about it carefully! There are many advantages!

Augusta covered his mouth, coughed twice, cleared his throat, and quickly said, "I'm not going to send you back."

"Really?" Kyfayar's eyes lit up.

The magician sat cross-legged on the bed, pursed his lips, and motioned to the front of the bed, "You can sleep on the floor."

The young werewolf yelled and put his pillow in the spot designated by Augusta as if he had made a sign that 'no one else allowed here.' Then he moved a pile of bedding from the next room, spread it on the ground, and got into the bed at lightning speed.

Augusta fidgeted. He was used to sleeping alone, and suddenly there was another person in the room. He was not used to it.

"I won't disturb you, sir!" Kyfayar promised.

Augusta sighed. Forget it. It's done.

"Good night, sir."

"Good night." Augusta turned off the lights. The bedroom was dark, and he could see nothing before his eyes adapted to the darkness. Still, he could feel the werewolf youth's burning eyes falling on him, making him get goosebumps.

"Lord Augusta," Kyfayar gasped again, "you are very kind to me."

The magician turned over and suddenly felt a blush cover his face. He yelled, "Shut up and sleep!"

The next day, Augusta, as usual, woke up on time under the call of his biological clock. He sat on the bed, looking sleepily at the floor beside the bed. It was empty, with no bedding and no werewolf.

Yesterday… Was a werewolf sent to my house? He covered his head and thought vaguely. It's not a dream. It's true. But where is he now?

He sniffed the air and unexpectedly smelled the scent of fried eggs. For a moment, the two thoughts of 'something bad' and 'such a good thing in the world' appeared in his mind simultaneously. Instead of changing his clothes, he rushed to the kitchen in his pajamas and saw Kyfayar working on the stove in his apron.

"Ah, Lord Augusta, are you awake?" Kyfayar's energetic voice was mixed with the sizzling sound of fried eggs. "You got up so early. I heard Lord Cavaldien say that most mages would not get up until it is nearly noon."

Augusta stared at him. "You… What are you doing?"

"Making breakfast!"

"You can cook?"

"What do you think of me? Just one fried egg is easy." Kyfayar said, tearing a piece of paper from the cupboard. "Don't worry about anything else. Miss Quentina left me a recipe. According to her," he imitated a female vampire's voice, "if you follow my recipe, everyone can cook delicious food unless you are an idiot or Mr. Augusta."

… That damned female vampire!

"By the way, sir, I've decided to move into the room next to you," Kyfayar added. "Do you mind?"

Augusta couldn't keep up with the thinking of the werewolf youth. "Ah? Okay, but why? Didn't you say you dare not sleep alone?"

Kyfayar looked embarrassed, "Because… when you sleep at night, you grind your teeth. It's really noisy…"

"Go away! Get out of here now!" Augusta was furious.

"Sob, sir, I am wrong. I will move back to your bedroom. Please don't drive me away!"

"No moving back!"

"What is this?" Augusta sat at the table, with a knife and fork in hand, and looked suspiciously at what looked like 'meat' on the plate.

"Seared steak." Kyfayar graciously helped him pour sauce on the steak.

Augusta cut a piece of the meat, picked it up with a fork, and raised it to Kyfayar's eyes. The meat looked raw and bloody. "You call this 'seared' steak? It's totally raw!"

Kyfayar scratched his head, "I did 'sear' it. According to miss Quentina's instructions, it's half done. So you can't call it 'raw' steak. It's fifteen percent different from 'raw' steak."

Augusta angrily dropped his fork and grabbed his hair wildly, "Barbarian! What a barbarian! Still in the primitive stage of drinking blood! As a modern man, I want to eat cooked food!"

The young werewolf turned the steak on the plate with a fork and did not understand what his owner was not satisfied with. "But miss Quentina said…"

"Quentina is a vampire! She doesn't have to bake anything to eat! The more blood in the food she eats, the happier she will be!"

"I've tasted a little in advance. It isn't so bad…"

"Because you are a werewolf! You can eat raw meat! But I'm human! A human! Man is human because he can use fire!"

Kyfayar immediately picked up the plate, "I see! I'll do it again. Please wait a moment!" Then he flew into the kitchen. Augusta rolled his eyes to the sky and lay on the table. He thought that he would be more relaxed if he had a servant in his home, but he didn't expect the gap between reality and what was ideal to be so despondent.

Ten minutes later, Kyfayar came back with the plate. He was dejected and slow, holding the plate like a six-year-old boy holding his dead pet, terrified to learn death existed in the world.

"I'm sorry, Lord Augusta…" Kyfayar sniffled and sobbed.

Augusta stared at the dark, shapeless mass on the plate. "What is that?"

"Steak…" Kyfayar turned back and sobbed, "I wasn't careful. I swore it was just fried for a minute, but I didn't expect it to turn into this…"

This guy's cooking is no better than mine! There was a flash of thunder in Augusta's heart. This was the consequence of 'frying for a while'? It was clearly thrown into the incinerator and then picked out from the inside!

"Lord Augusta, I'll do it again…"

"Forget it," the magician helplessly held his forehead. "You can just fry an egg and give it to me."

"How can this work?! If you eat fried eggs all the time, your cholesterol will exceed the standard levels!"

You also know about cholesterol! Should I praise you for your profound knowledge?!

"No need." Augusta got up and left the table. "I'll have some fruit."

"Fruit!" Kyfayar exclaimed, "How can you just eat fruit? You are so thin, you should eat more protein and sugar!"

"I have no appetite when I see your delicacies!" Augusta stared at Kyfayar's plate in disgust, turned away from the kitchen, and returned to his study to continue his unfinished research. He ignores the lost expression on the face of the werewolf youth.

Bang!

Augusta fell out of his chair with that loud shaking noise. He held up a heavy magic book in front of him as a shield. If he had not lived in the new century but had lived in World War II, he would have thought that German planes had started bombing again.

What was that loud noise? The magician looked around in disbelief. If he heard correctly, it should be from… the kitchen?

"What happened?! Did the kitchen gas pipe explode?"

He rushed to the kitchen, which, of course, was a mess. The pots and pans had fallen all over the floor, and a big hole had appeared on the wall. From the hole, he could see the beautiful scenery of the forest in the distance. If he ignored the black charcoal on the walls and the smoke all over the place, the scenery was quite relaxing!

The young werewolf was crouched on the ground, his back hunched, making a standard 'to prevent explosive fragments from damaging vital organs' position. At the sound of Augusta's roar, he raised his head timidly. His face was black and smoky, and he looked like an Allied soldier who had just withdrawn from the fierce front line.

"Lord Augusta…" He looked like he was about to cry. "I was studying cooking, and I was not careful… I don't know what happened. The frying pan… It exploded…"

Augusta stared hopelessly at the hole in the wall. The frying pan exploded? It's a goddamn mini-version of the Tungus explosion! Even if he said a meteorite fell from the kitchen, I would not have doubted it!

"I'm sorry, Lord Augusta, I'll take care of it!" Kyfayar had a guilty tone.

Augusta was dizzy and had to hold on to the wall.

"Cavaldien, what deep hatred do you have with me? Why do you do this to me…" He blamed all the disasters on his terrible friend thousands of miles away. Kyfayar, who caused the disaster, carefully straightened his upper body. It turned out that he had just curled up on the ground with his back bent to protect an object under him.

"Lord Augusta, please try this!" The young werewolf held up a porcelain plate with both hands, and his expression was solemn and stirring.

In the middle of the porcelain plate lay a low-quality steak, half of which was almost burnt, and the other half was obviously raw. It was very difficult to understand what kind of misfortune it had encountered before. But compared with Kyfayar's 'charcoal' at noon, this was a masterpiece.

Augusta's eyes move around the steak and Kyfayar's face. The porcelain plate was spotless, but Kyfayar looked like an African refugee.

"I tried many times, but I didn't reach the ideal state. This is the best one! Please try it."

"You… This is what you were trying to protect…" There was a strange feeling in Augusta's heart. He thought it was a little funny but was also a little moved. He had heard the saying in the past the 'the food you eat will become part of your body, so take care of the person who gives you the food.' Although Kyfayar's craft was not very good — well, it was catastrophic — but his heart was full of good feelings.

The magician covered his mouth and pretended to cough a few times, to hide his facial expression and prevent himself from laughing. He waved and said to the young werewolf, "You stand behind me."

"Oh…" Kyfayar moved behind Augusta with his head down. The magician held out his right hand, spread out his fingers, and recited a rhythmic mantra. A silver halo spread from his feet, like a shallow ripple rippling in the clear lake. In the kitchen, all the objects that touched the silver aperture were covered with shining silver light, as if someone had painted them with a new layer of silver paint.

Kyfayar was blinded by the twinkling light. He closed his eyes but still felt the intense light through his eyelids. After a while, he heard Augusta say, "Okay, open your eyes."

The werewolf timidly opened his eyes a little.

He uttered an exclamation. The kitchen had returned to its original state! The holes in the wall disappeared, the wall was intact and smooth, and there were no cracks. All the pots and pans that had fallen to the ground returned to their original position, and the choking smoke and dust everywhere disappeared. The disaster he had just caused seemed to have never happened.

"Lord Augusta, this is…" He looked at the magician with admiration. Although he was taller than Augusta, he felt that Augusta was so tall that he had to look up.

"It's just restoration. It's no big deal." The light retreated with a gentle wind brushing against Augusta.

"What a magic spell!" This magical scene aroused Kyfayar's curiosity, "Can everything be restored with it?"

"Mn, mostly. Magical items cannot be restored."

"Without this spell, wouldn't you never have to clean the rooms?" Kyfayar exclaimed.

"In theory."

"Why do you hire Miss Quentina to do the cleaning regularly?"

Augusta snorted. "It can be done with money; why waste magic?"

"Can you teach me?" Kyfayar asked eagerly, "So I won't be afraid to break things in the future."

"You can learn magic if you want to! However, I think you'd better not learn magic…"

"Why? Do you think I'm too stupid to learn?" Kyfayar asked discontentedly.

"No, you can even blow up the kitchen even if you cook a meal. Do you want to summon a meteorite to flatten my house after learning magic?" With his hands behind his back, he stared at Kyfayar like a strict teacher stared at his students. "Besides, you'd better not try to make food that is more difficult than fried eggs for the time being."

"Oh…" Kyfayar replied in disappointment.

"I'm going back to my study," Augusta said. After two steps, he turned back and took the porcelain plate from the hands of the puzzled werewolf youth.

"What are you looking at?! I don't want to waste food!" He puffed his cheeks.

As usual, Augusta was buried in the stack of books until his stomach rumbled to remind him that it was dinner time. He left his study and went downstairs. The dining room was lit, the dining table was clean, and the mahogany surface reflected the light. The tableware and food had been put in place. Augusta's dinner today was a poor vegetable and fruit salad.

The magician, who always loved studying everything, had no desire to explore the taste of salads. Salad, he thought, well, let's go. Salad is at least rich in vitamins and plant fiber, good for health and defecation. He looked around with no appetite and found Kyfayar nowhere. Wasn't that guy supposed to serve the host warmly? Was anyone here?

"Kyfayar?" Augusta called out.

"No, no, no!" a vague voice responded.

The sound was not from the dining room or the kitchen. If Augusta distinguished the direction of its source, it was from the porch.

"Kyfayar!" The magician called the name of the werewolf youth and ran to the gate.

In the hallway was a huge box, the one that Kyfayar came in, with a roll of wide tape beside it. Through the half-closed lid, Augusta vaguely saw what was in the box.

"Are you in there, Kyfayar?" He gave the box a kick.

"Yes." The box trembled, and Kyfayar's voice came out, "I'm sorry, sir, I can't stick tape from the outside. Please use your hand to seal the box."

"Why are you hiding in the box?"

There was no movement in the box. Augusta waited for a moment, but there was no reply from the young werewolf. He was not suffocating, was he? He thought nervously.

He was about to open the lid of the box when a cry came out of it.

"Please send me back, Lord Augusta," said the werewolf youth. "I screwed up. I've ruined your kitchen. You must hate me…" He sobbed.

Augusta suddenly felt weak.

"I don't hate you, Kyfayar." He said in a tone of teaching a pupil, "You come out."

The box twitched. "You are very angry with me."

"I've lost my breath."

"I can't do anything. It'll only make you confused. Please send me off, I won't disturb you anymore!"

"I said I wouldn't send you back."

The box was silent for a moment and asked timidly, "Really?"

"Really. I always do what I say."

"But I… I'm useless. I can't even cook a meal. You don't want me to warm your bed…"

Don't talk about warming up the bed! Augusta roared in his heart.

"No one is omnipotent from the beginning. Everyone needs to learn, step by step," he said as patiently as he could. "You can stay." He paused, feeling that the last sentence was not appropriate, and added, "I allow you to stay."

"Wooo!" The box burst into a cheer. The young werewolf jumped out of the box like a boxed clown with a spring and pounced on Augusta. Augusta lost his balance and fell to the ground, nearly fainting. Kyfayar was on top of him, his arms around the magician.

"Thank you, Lord Augusta! You are the kindest person I have ever met!" Kyfayar was so excited that he put out his tongue and licked Augusta's face.

Augusta, who had been attacked by this kind of offense, covered his face in confusion to prevent the saliva of the wolf youth from dripping on his body.

"Don't lick me! So dirty! Who did you learn this from?! Are you a dog? I said no licking! Why don't you get dressed?" He couldn't help shouting abuse.

At this moment, suddenly the sound of the key unlocking the door rang out. The door opened.

"I'm sorry to disturb you so late, Mr. Augusta." Quentina walked in the door. "I found that yesterday's recipe for Kyfayar was wrong. It was my personal 'Vampire Health Menu', not for humans — GAH!"

She let out a strange cry.

As soon as the female vampire entered the door, she saw such a scene: a naked Kyfayar pressing down on Augusta, the magician's clothes were in a mess, his face was flushed, he was angry, and his cheek was stained with a suspiciously transparent body fluid…

"Sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you!" Quentina covered her eyes.

"Wait, wait, Quentina!" Augusta reached out to the female vampire, hoping that she could save him from the werewolf youth.

"Please don't come, Mr. Augusta, go on." Quentina drifted away.

"Don't go, Quentina! Listen to me, it's not what you think! This is a misunderstanding!"

"No! I don't want to listen! Let it always be a beautiful misunderstanding!"

Quentina, with her face in her hands, squealed and ran into the night.

In a flash, Kyfayar had been at Augusta's house for nearly a week. These days, under the guidance of Quentina's exclusive recipes, he had made great progress in his cooking. Even Augusta, who had always been stingy with praise, praised his craft once or twice, which made Kyfayar dizzy with happiness. If Augusta hadn't forbidden him to come up and lick him, he would have licked all over the magician's face.

Early in the morning, Kyfayar was leisurely preparing breakfast when he pricked up his ears on hearing a sharp 'thump' on the stairs. It must be Lord Augusta waking up. Kyfayar came out of the kitchen with a spatula in his hand.

"Good morning, Lord Augusta," said the energetic young werewolf. "Breakfast will be ready soon. First of all… who are you?"

A strange man jumped down the stairs in a panic. He was wearing a well-pressed shirt, grey trousers, and a green tie around his neck, which was not yet fastened. He had short dark brown hair which was waxed and combed into a rather fashionable style. His thin face was clean, his facial features were straight, and he had a bookish air. His lips closed in a thin arc, and his emerald green eyes moved restlessly.

"Kyfayar," the stranger called out the werewolf youth's name. "I have a black windbreaker that was put in the living room last night, but I can't find it today. Do you know where it went?"

Kyfayar stared at the man, and it took a while for his brain to work, like a river that was frozen all winter and finally melted in spring. The man's voice was very familiar. Kyfayar heard it every day, and it was impossible to hear it wrong.

"Lord Augusta?" asked the young werewolf tentatively.

The brown-haired man frowned, "Have you lost your memory? Is the memory of a werewolf like a goldfish, only lasting seven days?"

"No, no, no! I just… I… I didn't recognize you for a moment!" Kyfayar stammered.

He was indeed Lord Augusta! Kyfayar couldn't recognize him! Ever since Kyfayar first saw Augusta, the magician had always been disheveled, either in wrinkled pajamas or in a black robe, with his hair as messy as a bird's nest, and with a beard as if he hadn't shaved in a month. However, the present Lord Augusta was so clean and tidy that he was like a totally new person like he was going to attend a wedding. Was today an important day?

"I hung that windbreaker in the closet." Kyfayar's eyes stuck to Augusta and couldn't leave.

"That's what I'm going to wear today. Why did you hang it back up?" The magician complained and tied his tie awkwardly.

"I'll bring it out for you now…" Kyfayar said that but his legs were not willing to move. He wanted to see such an Augusta for a little longer, even if it was only for one more second.

"Hurry up!" Augusta urged.

Kyfayar moved reluctantly and went to Augusta's closet to take out the windbreaker. The windbreaker was originally covered with dust and it seemed that Augusta didn't usually wear it. It was quite a retro look, but, at the moment, retro was popular, and magicians loved it. Kyfayar placed the windbreaker on his arm and rushed back to the kitchen like a rabbit. Augusta adjusted his tie. Kyfayar helped him put on his windbreaker and watched the magician carefully straighten his collar and cuffs.

"Why are you here?" Augusta looked at Kyfayar who was standing on the spot with a little impatience, "Go and prepare breakfast!"

"Ah! Yes!" Kyfayar regained his mind and thought of the food in the kitchen pan. He hurried back to the kitchen and saved the food which was on the brink of getting burnt. Augusta was already at the table.

"Yes, sir." Kyfayar put down the cutlery, tucked his hands into his apron, and nervously grabbed the cloth.

Augusta squinted at him, "Your expression is so strange, what's the matter?"

"Nothing, just… I'm very curious. Your clothes are so grand today. Is there anything important happening?"

"Oh, it's nothing." Augusta spread a napkin on his lap. "My friend Liliana is coming to visit today — she comes once a week — so I took care of myself a little bit."

'A little bit!' He used the words 'a little bit'! This was not 'a little bit'! It's a lot of hard work and elaborate dressing up! Even if Lord Cavaldien arrived, I'm afraid he wouldn't get such serious treatment! The witch must have a lot to do with Augusta. Otherwise, why should he attach so much importance to her?

"Sir, this miss Lilianna belongs to you? Like a… a girlfriend?" When he said the word 'girlfriend,' Kyfayar tasted a bitter note in his mouth. Lord Augusta had a lover. It was not surprising if he thought about it carefully. But when he heard the news, why did he feel disappointed?

To his surprise, Augusta snorted from his nose, "Girlfriend? Her? What a joke! I'd be crazy to fall in love with her! We are just friends!" He turned to Kyfayar, "What's wrong with you? Your expression is so strange. It's like you have just won the lottery prize of ten million yuan."

Lord Augusta said they were not lovers! Kyfayar felt as if there was a volcano ready to go off in his heart. The magma was about to gush out!

"It's nothing!" Kyfayar puffed out his chest and tried to look as if nothing had happened. Augusta lowered his head for breakfast. But if he paid a little attention, he would have seen that the body of the young werewolf was shaking with excitement.

"But if she's not a lover, why did you take so long…" Kyfayar wanted to say 'dressing up', but he swallowed the words back and said, "getting ready?"

"Lilianna comes to see me every time and she's always dressed up. I can't see her in a mess, can I? How impolite is that? What's more, we may have to go out, that is, for a social occasion. I can't leave like that."

"Go out?" Kyfayar exclaimed, "Are you going out?"

"What? Can't I go out?"

"No, I-I mean, since I came to your house, the only time I saw you go out was for the barbecue in the courtyard. Otherwise, you don't go out. Miss Quentina said that you are more 'dead' than vampires, so I was shocked to hear that you are going out."

Augusta gave him a scoff, "Do you think I'm a ghost who can only wander around the house? Of course, I go out and have dinner with my friends occasionally. But it's possible I will not go out today. Lilianna will bring food, so you don't have to cook today."

"Okay." Kyfayar walked around the magician, rubbing his hands.

"Why are you going around me like a big green fly in May?" Augusta dropped the spoon. "What else?"

"That… Are you and miss Lilianna really not lovers? Is it possible that you just didn't notice it?"

"What didn't I notice?"

"Listening to your description, the relationship between you and that lady is really extraordinary! She visits you every week, brings you food, or goes out on a date with you. It's strange that you treat her so seriously if you are not lovers…"

Augusta looked strangely at Kyfayar, "It's called being friends."

"… There is no such this as friends."

"Last Valentine's day, we both bought singles tickets at the cinema. What do you think this is?"

"… Friendship."

"Good." Augusta nodded. After a moment, he shook his head again. "You must have very few friends. Poor child." He said sympathetically.

"But…" Kyfayar still had doubts.

The magician interrupted, "Besides, I don't like women at all."

Boom—

The volcano in Kyfayar's heart erupted. The magma filled his body and limbs in an instant, making him almost as hot as the steam that spewed out into the sky from trains.

"Don't like women means…"

"I like men." Augusta calmly replied, "Your face is so red. Do you feel embarrassed by this kind of thing?" He raised a hand to touch Kyfayar.

"Aaaaaaaaaaah!" Kyfayar dodged him, covered his face, and ran back to the kitchen screaming.

Augusta's hand was suspended in the air, while he made a long "Er —" sound.

"What's wrong with the werewolf today? Such a strange reaction." The magician thought, and then he slapped his thigh, "Ah! It's because spring is here! Animals will go into heat in spring. He must miss women. No wonder he is so concerned about whether I have a girlfriend. It must be, that's right!" He nodded to himself, very proud of his reasoning ability.

Throughout the morning, Augusta was restless like a caged beast, pacing in the living room, and checking the clock every few minutes. Whenever Kyfayar looked out at him from the kitchen, Augusta would already be on the other side of the room in a span of seconds. Every time he thought of Augusta, there was a small fire in his body, which filled his internal organs, again and again, making him feel like he was going to explode.

He is in such a hurry because he is waiting for Miss Lilianna, but he still says that they are not lovers… Kyfayar thought bitterly. He must be one of those careless men who often appear in literary and artistic works, who has a favorite but doesn't know it. Oh, how lucky the witch is to have the admiration of a man like Augusta! Kyfayar unconsciously grabbed his apron with both hands, and jealousy seemed to gnaw at his heart.

Towards noon, the telephone in the study rang. Augusta ran like a monk inspired by heaven. Kyfayar originally wanted to follow him secretly, but finally gave up. He guessed that it must have been Miss Lilianna. If he heard Augusta's intimate words on the phone with Miss Lilianna, he would go crazy!

Soon, Augusta came back. The anxieties that had previously pervaded him had all dissipated and were replaced by gloomy disappointment.

"Lord? What's the matter with you?" Kyfayar jumped out of the kitchen.

Augusta gave him a listless look and quickly moved away. "Lilianna said she couldn't come today."

This must be a revelation from heaven! Suddenly, Kyfayar's head was covered with heat, and he felt that the sun was shining on his head.

Of course, no matter how stupid Kyfayar was, he must never let his joy be expressed in his words. Otherwise, Lord Augusta would think that he was gloating and would not pay any more attention to him. So he made a look of shock and regret, "How did this happen?"

"I don't know… In the past, if she didn't have time, she would have given a notice in advance, but today…" Augusta rubbed his head anxiously, messing up his carefully groomed hair. Kyfayar was in a hurry and wanted to help the magician pull his hair back. "Last week, Lilianna said she was going to her old classmate's wedding. Maybe the wedding was postponed? Or something unexpected happened? I don't know. She doesn't seem to want to say more, and I can't ask too."

"Ah. Are you sure she won't come?"

"Mn, I'm sure."

"In that case, I'll start to prepare for lunch." Kyfayar immediately rubbed his hands, "but it's a little late now. You will have to wait a little longer than usual…"

"No need!" Augusta said.

Kyfayar was stunned, "Ah?" Did this make Lord Augusta so disappointed that he wanted to go on a hunger strike?

The magician lowered his head, put his hands in his pockets, and as if brewing something, kicked his foot against the floor. After a few seconds, he coughed quickly and said, "I don't want to eat your food."

Kyfayar didn't hear him, "What did you say?"

The magician turned his head and exclaimed, "Let's go out to eat!" He walked to the porch without looking back, his steps heavy enough to create holes on the floor. "Are you coming or not?"

Kyfayar's eyes widened. If he was in his wolf state, his tail would have started to sway from side to side. He quickly followed him to the porch, before turning back and hurriedly taking off his apron, "I'm coming! Please wait for me, sir!"

Augusta's house was located on a low hill, surrounded by a dense forest. It took about twenty minutes to walk along the road through the forest to come to a small town called Radier. Radier was not as glamorous as a metropolis, but it was not a backwater town either. It had shops, restaurants, bars, a cinema, and even one or two luxury stores. Kyfayar only stayed in the 'secluded' house Augusta owned and had begun thinking that the surrounding area was deserted and uninhabited. He did not expect such a prosperous town in such close proximity.

"This is a wonderful place!" Kyfayar looked around curiously. He wanted to go into every shop along the street. But without Augusta's permission, he didn't dare walk around. He could only follow the magician obediently. Like a large dog taken out for a walk by his owner, he was extremely curious about everything, but could only move within the range allowed by the leash.

"Why don't you live in town instead of that remote house?"

"Magicians like to live in seclusion. Is that wrong?"

"No!" Kyfayar couldn't say that Augusta was wrong. Although he liked places with lots of people, his heart was now totally inclined towards Augusta, and what the magician said was what he would abide by. He thought, Lord Augusta likes the quiet. Of course, the magician needs his study to be undisturbed! As for Lord Cavaldien, who lives in a high-end apartment in the heart of the metropolis, he must be a heretic magician!

Kyfayar snapped out of his complex thoughts and was surprised to find Augusta missing. He stood alone in the crowded street, having lost his way and with no idea where he was. His heart was suddenly filled with a sense of fear: he had seen cruel owners on television who abandoned their pets, especially in a strange place before leaving in a hurry. Did this mean… Was he abandoned by Augusta? Did Lord Augusta bring him to town to abandon him? No, no, no, how could that be possible? Lord Augusta was such a good man! How could he be discarded? But why did he disappear in a twinkling of an eye?

The young werewolf looked around in a daze and cried.

Kyfayar was startled by the sound of a shop's door being pushed open. Augusta leaned out of the door and said, "I was wondering why you didn't catch up. What are you doing in the street? Come in."

Kyfayar almost burst into tears and jumped over excitedly. "Wuu, Lord Augusta, I knew you would not have abandoned me!"

Augusta dodged his bear hug with a look of disgust. "What are you talking about? Don't talk nonsense. Come in here."

Kyfayar learned to be good this time, and he didn't think about it again. He kept up with Augusta, hoping that he could stick to him like a tail.

The shop was a clothing store. Seeing a guest coming in, a lady with a sweet smile welcomed them. Her name was written on her placard: Adalee.

"Well, Mr. Augusta, I haven't seen you for a long time. The store has a new style for this season. Would you like to try any of them?" Adalee asked warmly.

Augusta avoided her and seemed afraid to look at her, "No!" He pulled Kyfayar in front of him, as if he were a bulwark against gunfire. "I'm here to buy him clothes today!"

Adalee looked at Kyfayar from head to toe, wondering, "What this gentleman is wearing… Aren't they the clothes you bought from our store?"

"…How do you know he's wearing exactly the same clothes I used to buy?"

"Because this brand is only available in one local store, our shop. And the most important thing is the size. This gentleman is taller than you, and your clothes are one size smaller on him," said Adalee. Then she looked as if she had been hit by a bullet. "Ah! If he is wearing your clothes Mr. Augusta, does that mean this is your boyfriend?"

Augusta covered his chest and looked like he was about to vomit blood. He roared, "No!"

"Then why is he wearing your clothes?"

"Because he has nothing else to wear! If there was, I wouldn't have come to your store to buy them!"

Kyfayar was very worried that if he touched Augusta even a little now, the magician would immediately spray blood from his seven orifices. "Yes, I don't have any other clothes," he said. "Because I wasn't wearing anything when I came to Augusta's house…"

Augusta gave him a good kick in the shin and warned him not to talk. Kyfayar squatted down in pain and hugged his leg.

He said angrily, "Get him something suitable! I'll go to another shop if you take too long!"

Adalee turned around with a delicate expression on her face, "Okay, okay, I won't say it. Hand-me-down, please come over here."

Kyfayar repeated the process of undressing, dressing, and then undressing again. Adalee brought several sets of clothes and asked him to change into them one by one. Every time he came out of the dressing room, Miss Shopping Guide and Augusta judged him. In fact, the main commenter was Adalee, while Augusta just nodded or shook his head deeply. According to the number of times Augusta nodded, Kyfayar couldn't help but get the illusion that 'they've robbed the whole store.' In the end, they bought enough clothes to make a hill. Augusta asked Kyfayar to wear one of them and pushed all the others to Adalee. He signed the bill that Adalee had brought, "Send it all back to my house."

"No problem!" Adalee exclaimed. "Ah, this gentleman's clothes are paired with yours. What a perfect match!"

"Bfft! What a ghost!" Augusta threw the pen at Adalee, who quickly dodged it, "Believe me when I say I'll return it all!"

"This one can't be returned. The tag has been cut off."

Augusta's forehead was blue, and with Adalee's 'come back next time', he dragged Kyfayar out of the clothing store. Back on the street, Kyfayar was turned around over and over again. The clothing store was like a witch's cave. Kyfayar felt like a doll. He was grabbed by Adalee and had various clothes put on him. He had no right to resist at all.

He grabbed the corner of his new clothes and trotted around in front of the magician. "Sir, you have bought so many things for me! I… I don't know when I'll be able to return it to you…"

Augusta gave him a strange look, "I didn't ask you to pay back for it."

"But I take your things…"

The magician waved his hand as if to remove the dust floating in front of his eyes, "I don't want to see you swaying around in my clothes every day. Think of it as spending money on your work clothes."

Work clothes? As Adalee brought the bill to Augusta, Kyfayar caught a glimpse of the number at the bottom. The work clothes are too expensive! If these are just work clothes, how hard will I need to work in a single second to pay these off!

"You are so kind to me, sir," Kyfayar sniffled. "I don't think my labor is worth that price. You don't have to…"

Augusta pointed at something behind Kyfayar. The young werewolf turned with a look of suspicion.

"See that forest?"

The street extended into the distance where the terrain gradually rose to a hill that was covered with trees, and the road stopped at the edge of the forest. In that forest was Augusta's house which, of course, was hidden from view in this part of the town by the trees.

"What's wrong with the forest?"

"The forest and the hills are my private property. Half a century ago, the land under your feet belonged to my family. So that little money is nothing." Augusta said, "Any questions? No? Then let's go."

Augusta's next destination was a small, well-decorated restaurant called 'Mowanya'. At lunchtime, many people were eating, but there wasn't a boss or waiter in sight. There was no one behind the cash register, only a black and white cat who was sleeping on it. As they passed by the cash register, the cat suddenly opened its eyes and glared warily at the visitor.

Kyfayar bared his teeth and hid behind Augusta. Werewolves were a race that didn't deal with cats. The stripes on the cat's body were very distinctive. Its chest was white, but there was a black spot in the shape of a bow tie in the middle, which made the cat look like a gentleman in a suit and bow tie.

Augusta was familiar with the restaurant and took a seat in the corner. There was a menu on the table, and he scanned through it in boredom before throwing it to Kyfayar, "Look to see if there's anything you want to eat."

The cat jumped down from the cash register and like a cloud of smoke, crossed half the restaurant before quickly jumping onto Augusta's table. Kyfayar stared at the cat, wondering why it was presumptuous enough to jump on the guest's table.

The cat sat down with its tail wrapped around its front paws. And then something incredible happened. It looked at Augusta and asked haughtily, "What do you want to eat?"

Bang! Kyfayar fell off his chair. The rest of the restaurant glanced at him and then looked back.

"Cat… Cat… The cat is talking!" Kyfayar squatted under the table and only half of his head appeared from the edge of the table, his eyes filled with horror.

"Shut up! Most cats can talk!" said the cat, aiming it's paw at Kyfayar's head. Kyfayar was so scared that he sat on the ground and covered his head. He didn't expect that he would be taught by a cat one day.

"The usual." Augusta was calm and unfazed. "Where's the waiter?"

"Probably working on the latest dark food."

With that, the cat turned to Kyfayar, and its slender fur shook. "Is a dog biscuit okay?"

"No way!" Kyfayar yelled, "I'm not a dog!"

"Oh, aren't wolves and dogs different subspecies of the same creature? That means there's no reproductive isolation between them."

"I am a werewolf! Werewolf! Not just a wolf!"

"Dog biscuits can also be eaten by people," said the cat sincerely.

Kyfayar released a whine from his throat, as if angry. He suddenly reached out and poked at the cat. The cat jumped dexterously to avoid his attack, landed steadily, and ran to the kitchen with its tail up.

"He'll just eat the same as what I order!" Augusta called out to the cat.

The cat replied with a long, "Meow~"

Kyfayar crawled back to his seat and looked into the kitchen in horror. "What happened to the cat?"

Augusta was holding his cheek and rhythmically tapping the menu with his fingers, "It's the witch's cat. The great master of Mowanya. So it's not surprising for it to be able to speak."

"Eh? Do you mean this shop is owned by the witch 'Mowanya', and the cat belongs to her?"

Just as the words fell, a waitress in a black and white uniform stumbled out of the kitchen with two cups of hot tea in her hand. She yelled, "It's hot! It's hot!" She came up to Augusta's table like a fast-moving vacuum cleaner and put the two cups of tea on the table.

"Please, Mr. Augusta!" The waitress shook her hands as she spoke, hoping to get rid of the heat as soon as possible.

Augusta and Kyfayar looked suspiciously at the two cups of tea, neither of them meant to taste it. "You can use a tray next time." Augusta suggested.

The waitress explained, "The cat says I can't use a tray. It's afraid that the dog — I mean, werewolf, will mistake the tray as a frisbee and take it away."

"I said I'm not a dog!" Kyfayar protested.

The waitress stuck her tongue out playfully and ran back to the kitchen. The young werewolf watched her leave with hatred. "Lord Augusta, I can see that the lady is a witch." He said, "She is the owner of the cat — 'great master Mowanya'?"

Augusta, with his fingers crossed over his chin and his elbows on the table, said in a deep voice, "No, her name is Antosa. She's just a waitress. The cat is her mentor, the owner of the restaurant 'Mowanya', and is also called 'great master Mowanya'."

Kyfayar's expression froze. Even if he had a thousand words in his heart, he could not say a word, and he was silent.

The two sat in silence for five minutes, and Antosa, the witch maid, finally began to serve the food. Delicious mushroom soup, spaghetti drenched with sauce, and dried fish properly roasted. Kyfayar thought it was food made not because customers liked it, but it was what the cat liked. They ate quickly and swept away the food like wind. The dessert was cherry pudding. Kyfayar looked at the cherry on the pudding, and his blue eyes suddenly filled with tears.

Augusta was startled, "What are you crying for?"

"Because… It's delicious." Kyfayar choked. "I've never had such delicious food."

A drop of cold sweat slipped down Augusta's forehead. He admitted that the food was really good, but it was not delicious enough to make people cry after eating it? What food did this werewolf eat before? Then again, if the great master heard his praise, it would turn her stomach with joy!

"Er… Now that you've come to a restaurant, it's natural to taste a high level of cooking?"

Kyfayar went on, "Compared with these delicious dishes, the food I make is hard to swallow!"

"No, it's not that bad!"

"I'm ashamed to have Lord Augusta eat that every day!" Kyfayar blamed himself bitterly.

"Don't say that! Ordinary people can't compare with professional chefs!"

"What I make is a piece of shit!"

Augusta grabbed the pudding in front of him and shoved a spoonful into Kyfayar's mouth. "Shut up! You mean I eat shit every day?"

The young werewolf grabbed his throat as he choked. His face turned red and he tried for a long time to swallow the pudding. "Cough, I didn't mean that, sir! I just…" He looked at the table dejectedly, "Wuwuwuwu, I'm really worthless. Not only is my cooking level poor, I can't even speak, wuwuwuwu…"

"Enough!"

Kyfayar sniffed and pushed his untouched pudding in front of Augusta.

At this time, there was a strange smell in the air, which was like 'walking on the street, suddenly smelling a sweet fragrance, and following the smell all the way to find that it was from a bakery.' Their eyes turned towards the kitchen and saw Antosa push out a small cart full of delicate cakes. She placed the little cakes on a long table at the end of the dining room, and arranged them in a flower pattern.

"It looks like a good meal," Kyfayar wiped the saliva off his chin.

The werewolf youth froze suddenly, quickly grabbed a napkin, wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth. "I'm sorry, sir! I, I was distracted! We werewolves have a better sense of smell than ordinary people, and the smell of that cake is really…"

"Do you want to eat it?" Augusta asked.

"No, no!" Kyfayar looked left and right, his face filled with the words 'I really want to try one!' He wanted to say such words but was too embarrassed to speak.

Augusta waved at Antosa. The witch maid came running over and she asked gallantly, "What can I do for you, sir?"

"Give us two of those cakes."

Antosa looked puzzled, "This I'm sorry, sir. It's not for sale."

"What?" Augusta was shocked. "Are you just putting the cake there for decoration?"

"No, no, no, you misunderstood me! Our shop is holding a special event now. Those cakes are the prizes. Take part in the event and you'll be able to get one."

She pointed to the table full of cakes. Augusta noticed that the wall behind the desk was covered with photos, and a love heart was circled with pink paper.

"What event? Can we join in too?"

"Of course! Anyone can participate!" Antosa was elated. "This activity is called 'spring of love'. As long as a couple kisses on the spot, takes a picture and pastes it on the wall — "

"Kyfayar, let's go home!" Augusta said decisively.

"Ha? You aren't going to take part in the event?" Antosa did not understand.

"Where can I get a lover to kiss?"

The witch maid stared at Kyfayar, "Isn't this Mr. Werewolf your boyfriend?"

Augusta almost spit out the mushroom soup he had just drunk, "Which eyes of yours did you use to see him as my boyfriend?"

"Isn't he? Don't you always come to dinner here with Miss Lilianna? Today, Miss Lilianna didn't accompany you. Instead it's Mr. Werewolf, wearing matching couple clothes. This… Isn't this what people often call 'forgetting righteousness and abandoning your best friend'?"

There's something wrong with your brain circuit! Augusta roared in his heart. How do you reason out this bullshit result?! What does that cat teach you every day?!

The angry magician immediately left. Kyfayar looked at Antosa and Augusta at a loss. He wanted to explain to the witch maid, but Augusta was almost gone, so he rushed to follow him.

"Lord Augusta! Wait for me!" He caught up with the magician. "Don't be angry! Miss Antosa has misunderstood you. She is so blind that you need not be angry."

"Why do both Adalee and Antosa think so?" Augusta grumbled bitterly, "It's definitely their eyesight! This town is hopeless! All of them are critically ill!"

"Don't be angry with the whole town!"

Augusta suddenly turned around, "Let's go back!"

Kyfayar panicked. Oh, no, he's not going to summon some monster to flatten the store, is he? Antosa just said a wrong sentence, which led to such an end! No, I can't let that happen!

"You can't go back!" Kyfayar stopped the magician.

"Why stop me?"

"Calm down! You can't do that! Miss Antosa just misunderstood you. How could you kill her?! Don't destroy the whole store! There are other guests in it!"

"I'm not! Let me go!"

Kyfayar hugged Augusta from behind, arms around his body. Augusta was extremely thin. It felt like he didn't even eat three meals a day. How could he be so thin? Kyfayar was even more skeptical about his cooking skills. If he couldn't give Augusta a healthy diet, would he die of malnutrition? With this in mind, Kyfayar was deeply moved.

"I told you to let go of me!" Augusta yelled. The people on the street pointed at them like monsters and avoided them one after another. No one dared to come within three meters around them.

"I won't let you go! I can't let you make a big mistake!"

"Let go! Let me go back! Damn it, I just want to go back and check out!"

"Why are you back? I was going to call the police just now, saying that someone ate a meal without paying."

Back in the restaurant, Mowanya was squatted on the cash register, her pupils shrunken into a slit within her topaz eyes, flashing a dangerous light. Augusta took out his wallet and paid, but pointed to Antosa's nose and said, "You don't get any tips!"

Antosa ran into the kitchen with a sad face.

During this period, Kyfayar was staring at the small cakes that were prizes for the event. He looked like he was losing his soul. His appearance made Augusta think of a child stuck to the shop window, staring greedily at the toys inside. The difference was that Kyfayar was twice as tall as a child, and kids didn't drool.

"Let's go, Kyfayar!" After closing the accounts, the magician called for his werewolf. Kyfayar hesitated for several seconds to respond to Augusta before reluctantly following him out of the restaurant. But he never looked away from the little cakes. Augusta was very puzzled, it was just a few stupid cakes — well, he had to admit, it did smell good, but it was not as attractive, right?

"Kyfayar," the magician said, calling back the werewolf youth's soul after he hit the back of his head. "Do you really want that cake?"

Kyfayar rubbed his head and looked pitifully at Augusta, "No! I…" He paused, "I'll just look at it!"

What happened within that delicate pause! Augusta thought. If you want to eat, just say it! This guy looks like a kid who didn't get a present at Christmas! He will look at you with that kind of melancholic and erratic eyes, from one Christmas to the next, for a whole year. All because he was not given presents!

Augusta had a headache again. Since the werewolf appeared in his home, his blood pressure had never come down and his headaches had become more frequent. In the long run, Augusta felt that he would lose at least ten years of his life.

"Let's go back in." He said.

Kyfayar kept up with him. They returned to the dining room, and the great master on the cash register raised her head slightly, "What? Have you come back to tip since your conscience has found you out?"

Augusta came straight to the point, "Can I have one of those cakes? I'm willing to pay twice — No, three times the price."

"No way."

"Why? It's just a cake. I'm willing to pay, but you don't want to sell it?"

"They're not for sale." The great master spoke with much care. Augusta guessed that she must often speak to Antosa in this tone. "That's the prize of the event. I set the rules of the activity. If I break the rules for you now, will I not slap myself in the mouth?"

"The rules can be changed!"

"No."

"How much are you willing to sell them for?"

"Augusta Hollich, why are you so upset?" The cat slapped the counter hard, but its paw made no sound on the wooden table, so it had no deterrent effect. "This is a simple and people-friendly activity. Kiss someone on the mouth and take a picture, and you can take two small cakes home. It won't take you even ten seconds. Why don't you just take part in the activity instead of arguing with me?"

"Don't you want lovers to kiss and take pictures? Where do I come from?" Augusta grabbed the master and shook her.

"Why don't you just kiss that werewolf?"

"He and I are not…"

The cat put a paw on Augusta's face, "Why are you saying it! If you don't say it, no one will know you're not lovers!"

"What am I supposed to do?"

"Just kiss him! Antosa! Antosa!" The great master cried out. The witch maid came out of the kitchen with a polaroid camera in her hand.

"Ready, great master!" Just listening to her tone of preparedness, one would think she was carrying a machine gun.

"Wait! Don't shoot!" Kyfayar reached out to block the camera lens. "You can't force Mr. Augusta to do what he doesn't want to do!"

Antosa dodged from side to side, trying to find a gap and get Augusta into the camera frame. Kyfayar found that he couldn't stop her, so he opened his arms and blocked Augusta.

"Sir, let's go!" He pushed the magician. "I don't want that cake. I'm — We…"

"No! I must get the cake!"

The cat exclaimed, "What's the matter with your strange aggressiveness?"

"Do we get a prize as long as we kiss and take a picture?" Augusta asked.

"Yes." The great master nodded.

The magician moved to the counter, turned to Kyfayar, and said, "Come on!"

The great master grinned and laughed. "Look at your expression! It's like going to the execution ground! Is-Is this your first kiss? Well, pftpft…" She buried her head in her claws and looked ready to faint with laughter.

"Ah, of course not stupid cat!" Augusta blushed. It's not. The first day the werewolf entered his house was when he had his first kiss! Agh! Why did I think of it?!

Kyfayar looked at him helplessly, "Sir, do you really want to…"

"What's with all this nonsense?" Augusta grabbed Kyfayar's coat by the lapel and pulled him towards himself. "I'm Augusta, the great mage. You're my loyal servant. I can't even give you a cake…"

He closed his eyes and scolded the stupid cat ten thousand times. How dare a lower mammal tease a great mage in this way. Wait for me, dead cat. One day I will skin you to make an instrument to play with at home every day!

He felt Kyfayar take a step closer to himself, the other party's breath and heartbeat immediately within reach. Augusta couldn't help but feel his body tense, his scalp go numb, and arms get covered with goosebumps. He had never been so nervous even when he tried ancient magic that would make a mage's bones disappear.

A cold thing covered his lips. Augusta's mind was in a mess, and he could only barely realize that it was Kyfayar's lips. The werewolf was kissing him. He is kissing him! Kyfayar kissed him cautiously. It seemed as though Augusta was a beautiful and fragile vessel made of glass, which would be broken if one was not careful. It also seemed that he was a blessed holy object on the altar, and any excessive contact was blasphemy.

Augusta trembled, not knowing whether he was angry or frightened. He wondered why he had to kiss for such a long time. Had Antosa not taken the photograph yet? He also secretly hoped that the kiss would not end too soon. The feeling of being treated with care made him feel at ease and he enjoyed it a little.

After some time, the touch on the lips disappeared. Augusta opened his eyes, and Kyfayar who was in front of him, was staring at his toes awkwardly. He didn't dare to look him in the eye. He blushed to the base of his neck. Antosa's camera spat out a picture. She pasted it on the pink love circle photo wall and put a tack to make sure it stayed firmly on the wall.

"The spring of love!" She was elated, "Ah, I hope that the seeds will be sown in spring and the fruits of love will be harvested in autumn. How wonderful it is!"

"Beautiful, fuck off!" Augusta was furious. "Give me the cakes!"

"Are you going to eat here, or are you going to pack it?" Antosa glanced at Augusta's expression and stuck out her tongue. "I'm going to get the box." She took two lovely pink cartons, packed two small cakes and gave them to Kyfayar.

"Let's go!" Augusta said, "I don't want to come to this kind of place again!"

"Thank you for your patronage and you're welcome anytime for your next visit," said the cat behind his back.

With the box in his arms, the young werewolf followed Augusta up the street of the town in the same direction. The magician was still in a rage. Kyfayar's legs were soft and he could hardly keep up with Augusta.

After a while, Augusta turned around and said, "What? Come on!"

Kyfayar stared at the asphalt road under his feet, his facial features almost wrinkled.

"Lord Augusta, I…" He murmured, "Why are you so kind to me? I don't know how to repay you…"

"I don't want to hear that now!" Augusta interrupted, "I'm going home!"

He turned his head and left. But Kyfayar still did not follow and instead, cried out, "Sir, don't you think about me?"

"What are you thinking about?"

Kyfayar took one step forward, and then another. He trod up to Augusta and grabbed Augusta's arm with his free hand. "Didn't you say you didn't have a lover yet?"

"So what?"

Augusta wanted to pull his arm back, but Kyfayar held it too tightly, and there was a huge gap in both their strengths. He had no chance at all, so he had to let the other party hold him like this, hoping that he would not break his arm.

"So… don't you think about me?"

With that, Kyfayar closed his eyes regretfully. Why choose this opportunity! Lord Augusta must be angry. He thought. I'm so abrupt that he must think I'm a fool!

However, Augusta didn't roar as much as usual. Kyfayar opened his eyes and saw the magician staring at him with a look of disjust, half-advice and half-lament, "Kyfayar, what I like is 'men'."

"…I know."

"Men. People," Augusta said, "Are you a person?"

"Sir, you sound racist."

"But you are not human."

"I know! Although I am not human, but… I am a man! I meet your requirements halfway. Have you really not considered it?"

"How can you meet half of it?" Augusta angrily threw Kyfayar's hand away. At last he showed his unhappiness as plainly as ever. "In your opinion, why don't I also think about women? Women are also 'human', which meets half of my criteria."

Kyfayar froze.

"If you mention one more such nonsense, I'll send you back to Cavaldien!"

Kyfayar shook as if he had been struck by lightning. 'Send back to Lord Cavaldien' was more terrible than anything in the world, not only because it was Lord Cavaldien but… Although he was also terrible, Kyfayar was even more frightened that if he was sent back, he would never see his Lord Augusta again.

"I'll never say it again!" He covered his mouth.

On the way back to the mansion, he did not even say a word. After entering the room, Augusta waved to him, "Take both cakes and eat them. I'm not interested in this kind of snack."

"But this cake is yours…"

"If I tell you to eat, eat it!" Augusta raised his voice with a tone of irritation. "Why do you always disobey my orders?"

"I don't — I… Yes!" Kyfayar saluted.

However, that night, Augusta sat down at the table, and Kyfayar first served a delicious little cake, with a weird candle on it, instead of the dinner dishes.

Augusta frowned. "I said I wouldn't eat it."

"I know." Kyfayar stood nervously beside him, his hands uneasily clasped together, before separating and clasping together again. "I've tasted the other one, and it's surprisingly delicious. Such delicious food, I — I want to share it with you."

Augusta looked up. Kyfayar turned his head and did not dare to look at him, his ears red.

"Pick it up." The magician commanded.

The young werewolf picked up the plate of cake and bit his lips. He was very aggrieved. Why is Augusta so heartless? Is his kindness worthless to him?

"It's a dessert and should be served after dinner," the magician added.

Kyfayar's mouth dropped. In an instant, all his discontent and grievances were like the smoke blown by the wind. His heart was filled with something warm and breathless, almost overflowing and making him warm.

"Yes, sir!"

As the sun set, the golden red afterglow sprinkled on the sea of trees, and the leaves reflected the faint light. In the spring, the already warm wind blew over the treetops, blowing up the hillside, shaking the branches in Kyfayar's arms and a rag on the arm of the vampire Quentina.

"I didn't expect a horse stable to be near Augusta's house." Kyfayar said in awe.

They were at the back of the house, and in the corner near the east wing of the house stood a stable with only one fence, covered with straw. But there were no horses in the stable now. Today, Quentina and Kyfayar's task was to clean the stable.

"It's not a horse stable to be exact, it's a unicorn stable." Quentina explained to the ignorant youth.

"Unicorn?" Kyfayar was shocked. "You mean the kind of magical creature in fairytales that looks like a horse, silver all over and has a long spiral like horn on its head?"

"Yes. Is there any other kind of unicorn?"

"There are unicorns in the world?" Kyfayar sighed, "I always thought they were a fairytale."

"Of course." Quentina glanced at him and seemed to laugh at him. "Mr. Augusta has another one. There it is," she pointed to the stable. "Isn't he eating grass in the stable?"

Kyfayar's eyes widened. The stable was empty, not to mention unicorns, there wasn't even a horn. "Miss Quentina, I don't see anything!" He said in a panic.

"Why can't you see him? He's really big."

"There's really nothing in the stable!"

Quentina slapped her thigh, "Ah, I know why you can't see."

"Why? Is there something wrong with my eyesight?" Kyfayar wanted to cry without tears.

"Unicorns are a noble magical creature, and only pure virgins can see them. Are you…" She bumped Kyfayar with her elbow sarcastically. "Oh, I didn't know. You're quite experienced?"

Kyfayar quickly blushed, "No, nothing!"

"Liar! If you can't see the unicorn, you're not pft, hahaha!"

"I did get involved with girls before, when I was in school, but… but…" Kyfayar said incoherently, "but that kind of thing has happened to everyone! At my age, it would be strange if such a thing has not happened…"

"Lord Augusta has not. He often goes for a ride on the unicorn. As soon people see him riding the unicorn, we all know he is still… Hahaha!" Quentina chuckled.

"Wait, Miss Quentina, that doesn't seem right!" Kyfayar's brain flashed with a ray of light. "If only virgins can see unicorns, then in most people's eyes, Lord Augusta riding a unicorn is… won't he appear to be floating in mid air? They wouldn't know what Lord Augusta is riding, would they? And how can you see unicorns? You've lived hundreds of years. Have you never had a lover?"

Quentina stopped laughing. After a long time, Quentina rolled on the grass with her stomach in her arms, "Hahahaha, you believed it! Do you really think that only virgins can see unicorns!?"

"What?! Did you cheat me just now? There's no such thing as 'virgins can see unicorns'?"

"Of course there is! It's the same as the 'emperor's new clothes'. Ah! Help! I'm going to laugh myself to death, hahahaha!"

She was rolling about on the grass with laughter. Kyfayar grabbed the broom he was holding and jumped where he was standing, "Miss Quentina! How can you do this?! It's too much!"

A window on the second floor of the house slammed open, and Augusta poked his head out.

"What are you talking about? You're so loud!" He roared, "It's too hard to study!"

Quentina got up and patted the grass off her clothes. "I'm sorry, sir. We're going to work now!"

"Less nonsense, more work!" Augusta slammed the window shut.

Quentina was still very happy. But she straightened her face and told Kyfayar, "What are you looking at? Go clean the stable!"

The young werewolf muttered to himself as he went to the stable, casting a resentful glance at the vampire from time to time. He swept the hay and dust from the stable ground, while Quentina wiped the posts and fences.

"Is there really a unicorn?" Kyfayar was suspicious.

"Of course."

"Lord Augusta has one?"

"Yes, or why would we clean the stable?"

"…Are you lying to me again?"

"Why would I deceive you! Just ask Lord Augusta!"

Kyfayar was still a bit unsure, "Where is the unicorn? Why is it not in the stable?"

"Miss Lilianna borrowed the unicorn the last time she visited. She said that her old classmate was going to have a wedding, so she borrowed the unicorn to pull the flower cart."

Kyfayar imagined such a picture: on a clear blue day, the "Wedding March" resounds through the sky and jubilant people scatter colorful petals into the air. On the petal paved road, a flower cart slowly comes with the beautiful bride in a white wedding dress sitting on the cart. She's holding a bouquet in hand and waving to everyone as a silvery unicorn pulls the flower cart.

"Unicorns are creatures. You can… Can he even be casually borrowed?"

"It's not 'casually' borrowed." Quentina said, "You need money. To be precise, it should be 'renting' the unicorn."

"What?!" Kyfayar's view of the world suddenly shook. "Does Lord Augusta make money by renting out a unicorn? Isn't he already rich?"

"Why can't you make money by renting unicorns? Who doesn't need money? Would you rather sit on a mountain and eat nothing?! Besides, the unicorn is also an adult. He can't always live at home for free. How expensive it is to raise a unicorn? He has to go out to work and subsidize the family."

Kyfayar stared at Quentina. This was unbelievable. He'd been at Augusta's house for more than a week and he thought he knew this magician well. But he didn't know that there was another special family member in the house, let alone the special structure of this household…

"Miss Quentina, are you telling me the truth? Are you cheating me again? Ouch!"

Quentina threw a chestnut at his head.

"You stupid werewolf, can't you tell the truth from the lie?"

Kyfayar rubbed his red forehead, "If everyone could tell, no one in the world would be deceived!"

"You dare talk back?!" Quentina was going to hit him again. But, as she raised her hand, her movements changed midair and pointed behind Kyfayar, "Look! The unicorn is back!"

Kyfayar pouted, "Lying again! This trick is too old. I'm not going to fall for it…"

Before he could finish his sentence, his whole person was hit by a tremendous force coming from behind, just like a deer being hit by a speeding car on the highway. He flew more than ten meters in the air, fell again on the grass, and rolled five or six times before he stopped. If Kyfayar was not a werewolf, he would have been seriously injured. But his body was naturally stronger than ordinary human beings. After lying on the ground for a few seconds, he immediately jumped up.

"Who? Who hit me!?" He rubbed his aching back, snarled in the direction of Quentina, then froze.

Next to Quentina stood a white creature. It looked like a horse, but it was taller than a horse. Its silver mane was like water cascading down its slender neck. The biggest difference between a horse and this creature was the thing on its forehead: the creature had a silver spiral horn on its forehead which looked very sharp, and could probably stab people to death.

"Uni! Uni! Unicorn!" Kyfayar stammered, pointing to the beautiful creature.

The side of the silvery unicorn's head tilted, and he asked Quentina, "Where did this guy come from?" It had a deep, beautiful voice, and it sounded like a young man.

"Mr. Augusta's new slave… Oh, no, servant." Quentina replied.

"Ha, so you finally lost your job?" The unicorn had some schadenfreude in his voice.

"It's a promotion. I've become a housekeeper manager, you silly horse!" Quentina punched the unicorn.

The unicorn retreated in horror. "Don't touch me! Fallen woman! Keep a safe distance of at least one meter from me!"

As they spoke, Kyfayar approached the unicorn curiously and reached out to touch the legendary magical creature. But before his fingertips touched the unicorn's mane, the legendary creature moved quickly in the opposite direction. Kyfayar didn't know horses / unicorns could move in that way.

"Get your dirty hands off me, dirty man!" The unicorn screamed.

Kyfayar froze. He swore that he didn't mean any harm. He just wanted to touch the beautiful creature. But why did it look like the picture of a wolf man trying to rape a pure girl?

"I won't hurt you!" Kyfayar said as kindly as he could, "My name is Kyfayar, a servant of Lord Augusta. I just want to touch you…"

The unicorn retreated into the stable and exclaimed hysterically, "No touching! Stay away from me! Fuck off!"

Kyfayar had an injured expression. He was hated by such a pure and good beautiful creature. Did this mean that he was actually an evil man in his heart?

He looked sadly at Quentina. The female vampire comforted him, "It's all right, this silly horse isn't virtuous. He's kind of a germaphobe and unless someone is a pure virgin, or is a good acquaintance, no one is allowed to touch him."

"So only Lord Augusta can touch him?"

"Yes, although sometimes he even likes to ignore Mr. Augusta…"

The windows on the second floor of the mansion opened again with a bang. Augusta leaned forward and roared, "What the hell are you fighting about?! It's annoying! I can't even research properly!"

Quentina put her hands around her mouth and exclaimed, "Sir! The unicorn is back!"

"What? Lilianna came back?"

"No! It's just one of them."

"I'm coming down!"

Augusta closed the window and in the next moment, he ran out of the house, panting as he approached the stable.

"Unicorn, you… You're back at last…" He put his hands on his knees. After only a short run, he was breathing heavily like this, which showed how much exercise he lacked. "And Lilianna? Didn't she say she would bring you back in person?"

"You have the face to say it!" The unicorn kicked the ground with its front hooves and looked very angry. "You let me work for that treacherous woman! I knew for a long time that you were not good!"

"What happened? Didn't you go to the wedding to pull a fancy cart? What's wrong with Lilianna?"

"I went to pull a fancy cart, that's right. But the woman said that she would send me back in person. However, she got to know a man at the wedding ceremony, and they got together immediately and completely forgot about me! I thought when she finally remembered about me, the sun would be a fuckin' superstar, so I went to her. Do you know what she did? She even said that she would help me book a ticket and let me fly back by myself! On a plane! I'm a unicorn. She made me fly! Finally I ran back by myself! It took a whole hour and a half! Fuck the plane!"

The unicorn swore. Kyfayar was stunned. This noble and pure legendary creature could curse using that kind of swears. No creature in the world could be judged by its appearance!

Augusta was even more astonished than Kyfayar. With a look on his face that seemed as though the world had been destroyed three seconds ago, he asked in a tone of no love, "You just said Lilianna's dating a man?"

"Yes!" The unicorn exclaimed, "They're like hot wood and glue!"

"How dare she!" Augusta bellowed wildly, "She betrayed me! We were supposed to spend Valentine's Day together and buy single ticket cinema seats. She only spends a few days with me and she has now she has betrayed me! I will never forgive her! Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah! Traitor! Renegade! Our friendship has come to an end!"

He tore his hair madly, jumping up and down as if he was on fire. He ran around the grass several times like a fly. Finally, he got back into the house and disappeared.

Kyfayar and Quentina looked at each other.

"What's wrong with him?" The werewolf asked, "Miss Lilianna is not his lover. Why is he reacting so fiercely?"

Quentina shrugged. "It seems that they have joined a secret association, like an ancient brotherhood, called 'lovers can go die group'? If you fall in love, it's like betraying the organization, right? I'm not sure. Oh, I'm old. I can't understand the new things of you young people…"

"Miss Quentina, don't talk in such a changing tone, okay…"

Since the unicorn came home, Kyfayar had another task besides taking care of Augusta's daily life — feeding the unicorn. Although the unicorn could eat the grass on the hillside or the plants in the forest nearby, it was spoiled and had to eat fresh fruit and imported high-grade oats. Otherwise, it would sing a self-made aria, the theme of which was to lament that his life was abnormal and ill-fated, or deliberately play dead when Augusta needed him. Fortunately, there were two bags of oats at home, enough for the unicorn to eat for a few days, otherwise, he would disturb everyone.

Kyfayar got up early in the morning and took a bag of oats from the storage room to fill the stable trough. Now he had to fix the unicorn's meals every day before he prepared breakfast for Lord Augusta. Did the unicorn realize that Augusta was the master?

He dragged the bag of oats across the living room to the front door. The living room was connected to the bathroom on the first floor. The werewolf's keen hearing made him hear the sound of water coming from the bathroom. Was it Lord Augusta in the bath?

Strangely, he seldom chose the morning hours, and even if he wanted to take a bath, he would use the private bathroom upstairs. The bathroom downstairs was for guests, but the house was old, the pipes were old and at times the bathroom pipes didn't give hot water. Maybe the bathroom upstairs was broken?

He went out and went round to the stable behind the house, and poured the oats into the trough. The stable was empty and the unicorn was not there. Kayfayar didn't know where he went to play. Anyway, it was none of his business. He just needed to add enough food on time. It was not his fault if the unicorn didn't want to eat.

He returned to the house, and still heard the sound of water running on the first floor. Kyfayar stared at the bathroom door and felt like a piece of honey was stuffed in his chest, attracting many ants, crawling up and down his heart, sweet and itchy.

Lord Augusta was taking a bath… Kyfayar's mind conjured up a beautiful picture of water vapor: the magician was standing under the dense water, his wet brown hair was gently draped over his shoulders, and the water fell on his face. It travelled down his throat, passed his clavicle, over his thin body, and to another place with thick brown hair between his legs…

Kyfayar groaned and covered his mouth and nose. No way! No more thinking! If you think about it, you will have a nosebleed!

He held the bathroom door handle and the sweat from his hands kept him from turning the metal. He wanted to look at the scene of Augusta taking a bath, just one glance and one furtive look. He wouldn't tell anyone, he just wanted to satisfy his secret desire. No one would ever know. Even if he was found out, he could falsely claim that he thought the toilet tap was broken, and he didn't know that someone was there.

He turned the handle slowly and opened the door gently. Of course, he didn't dare to open it fully. He only opened a slit, from which he could get a glimpse of the interior. He put his eyes on the crack of the door, and his face almost squeezed through the crack.

There was also a shower within the bathroom, separated from the outside by a sliding door. With the moving door firmly closed, Kyfayar naturally could not see any beautiful images but only a shadowy figure behind the steamy door.

He closed the door quietly and sighed in despair. How could he take a bath without closing the door? He thought so beautifully.

He was about to go to the kitchen to prepare breakfast when there was the sound of heavy, rapid steps on the stairs.

"Kyfayar! Are you bathing in the bathroom downstairs?" Augusta exclaimed, "How many times have I said there's something wrong with the pipes in the house? When one bathroom is in use, the other doesn't produce hot water so we have to stagger the time to take a bath! What are you — eh?"

Augusta ran down the stairs in his pajamas, stopped halfway, and looked at Kyfayar standing in the living room. The werewolf also stopped as he was going to the kitchen and looked at Augusta in surprise.

"You're not taking a bath? Why isn't the hot water coming out of the bathroom upstairs then? Did the broken pipe stop sending heat completely?"

"Wait! You… you're not in the bath?" Kyfayar asked in a panic.

"No! How can I wash without hot water?"

"But in the bathroom on the first floor, ah? Who is the one who is bathing in it?"

Kyfayar stared warily at the bathroom door. There is a strange thief in the house! He yelled in his heart. And they're using our shower! How could there be such a pervert?! I thought it was Lord Augusta! Humph! Don't mention it! After catching the thief, I must make him turn black and blue!

After a while, the sound of the shower stopped and a hairdryer turned on in the bathroom. A few minutes later, the hair dryer stopped, the bathroom door opened, and a large amount of steam billowed out—

Kyfayar tightened his body and filled his limbs with strength, ready to take down this burglar.

—and the unicorn came out of the bathroom.

"Ah, werewolf, why are you looking at me with that bitter look?" The unicorn raised his head and asked strangely, "Is it because I occupied the bathroom and you needed to go? Well, this is not the only bathroom in the house. Can't go upstairs? If you can't go upstairs, go outside. It'll just turn into fertilizer. Why, are you like a dog and can only go in the same place?" He shook his head as if ridiculing Kyfayar's incompetence.

"Unicorn… You…" Kyfayar's tongue knotted, "The one who just took a bath turned out to be… You…"

"Is there a fourth intelligent creature in this room who can switch on and off the hot water besides you, me and Augusta?"

Kyfayar remembered the shadow he had seen behind the sliding door. "You can be human?"

"Nonsense! I'm a unicorn, a noble magical creature! What's so strange about being able to turn human?! You're a little bit of a jerk."

"Why don't you stay in human form? Instead of as a… beast?"

"Because this is my original form! I think it's natural and comfortable, isn't it?" The unicorn was furious and seemed to think that Kyfayar had made an unreasonably stupid remark.

"Then why do you turn human when you take a bath?"

The unicorn was furious, "Because I don't have hands, you idiot!"

"Ah! Right! What you said is reasonable…" The unicorn only had hooves and no fingers. Even if his hooves were flexible, he couldn't hold the hairdryer. No wonder the unicorn had to be in human form.

"Besides, I do it for your own good." The unicorn said haughtily, "I am a legendary magical creature. After becoming human, my posture is as beautiful, noble, and holy as ever. Even if you are reincarnated and reborn, you will be less than one-thousandth of me. If you see my posture as a man, you'll feel ashamed and want to commit suicide. In order to avoid unnecessary death, I'd better not show my human form in front of others."

Kyfayar, "…"

Augusta, "…"

"What? Have you been moved by my kindness and compassion?"

"No, I thought you unicorn people have unique rules. For example, if someone sees your human form, they must marry you. Otherwise, you will never find love in your life…"

"Fuck you!"

"How can you swear?" Kyfayar was shocked. "How rude! Lord Augusta is still here!"

The unicorn glanced up at the magician on the stairs. "What are you afraid of? He's not a three-year-old!"

After a pause, he suddenly remembered something, stepped back, and said with hostility, "Wait a minute! How did you know I have a human form? Were you peeping into my bath? Well, I knew you weren't a good wolf! Pervert! Bestiality! Voyeurist!"

"No, no! I didn't!" Kyfayar quickly denied as his face turned red. If the unicorn poked Kyfayar in the face with its sharp horn, it would have splashed blood. He wanted to peep at first, but that was only because he thought it was Lord Augusta! Now that the facts have been clarified that it was actually the unicorn in human form, it he should not be regarded as 'peeping', right?

"I, I, I…" He stammered, "I heard the sound of water in the bathroom and thought the water pipe burst — you know, there's something wrong with the pipes in this house — so I went in and found someone was taking a bath and I immediately backed out…" The more he said, the less he saved himself, "Really, I thought it was Lord Augusta…"

"So it's Augusta that you want to peep at?"

"No! Don't talk nonsense!" Kyfayar yelled with a red face.

Augusta on the stairs rolled his eyes, "Ten thousand different words so early in the morning! Stop for a while! My home now has a unicorn, a werewolf, and an occasional visiting vampire. Humans account for only a quarter, and non-humans account for three quarters! Why is it like this?"

The unicorn turned to Augusta with a grim smile, "What? Is it disturbing to you that people who claim to be the rulers of the earth will one day become a minority?"

"This is my home! A human home! It's not a magical creature farm!"

"Then I'll teach you a way to separate everything in an instant. Do you want to learn it?"

"You want me to perform a separation spell?"

"Not that bad magic! I'll teach you, you divide everyone into two groups, one is called 'virgins' and the other is 'other creatures'. In this way, the number of the two groups will be even! Isn't it wonderful? Alas, in order to save you, I will join you regardless of the past. How kind and compassionate I am as a unicorn. Have you been moved by me…"

If Kyfayar hadn't stopped Augusta, he would have kicked the unicorn out of the door by kicking it in the hindquarters.