Fairy Tale: Little Red Riding Hood's Wolf Mentor

Chapter 3 Forest Witch
"You do not know?"

Little Red Riding Hood looked a little surprised. "Didn't you say you used to be a millionaire, and then..."

"That was me who lied to the hunter! I'm just a wolf and have never been a rich man - I know that very well!"

Poro felt his head buzzing. Maybe... this was the feeling of having common sense reshaped?

Although he always knew that the world he traveled to was a little special.

There is a wolf in the forest, and there are also people who seem to be Little Red Riding Hood and her grandmother, but why is Little Red Riding Hood's grandmother a witch! ?

Shouldn't witches be making potions or chanting spells every day?

At the very least, you should have some magic props, spell scrolls, etc. at home, right?
Could it be that lying in a rocking chair and basking in the sun every day can bring about magic?
Who would have thought that the things that the hunter and I made up were actually generally correct!
"But your grandmother is a witch... a forest witch. She can't really turn people into animals, right?"

"Yes, I can, and I have done things like that."

At this moment, the door of the inner room opened and an old voice came from it.

With the sound of "knock knock knock", Poro saw Little Red Riding Hood's grandmother, the kind old woman with silver hair, walking out with a wooden stick.

"Twenty-nine years ago, a group of robbers set up camp in the forest and killed countless people. I couldn't drive them away with my maze, so I turned them into a few tits."

"Fourteen years ago, a group of cultists killed people in the forest, manipulated people's minds, and used bones and blood to create formations as sacrifices to the devil. I destroyed the sacrifice and turned them into a group of moles."

"Eight years ago, a group of soldiers set a forest on fire. Thousands of trees were reduced to charcoal. So I put out the fire and turned them into a nest of white rabbits."

"These humans who were transformed into animals will lose most of their memories. They are bound in the deep forest and will not remember their past, but they will retain the ability to speak."

Little Red Riding Hood's grandmother, the Forest Witch, came over hunched over, pulled out an empty chair by the table and sat down.

"Grandma, where's the big stupid wolf?"

Little Red Riding Hood thought for a moment, a hint of curiosity flashing in her eyes. "What did it do before? Why did you turn it into a wolf?"

Poro looked at the old man with silver hair and felt a little uneasy.

After the forest witch said this, he was also shocked. Talking animals... are all transformed from humans!?
Could it be that I... am not an ordinary wolf either—

But it was some unlucky guy who was cursed to be turned into a wolf and was possessed by his own soul! ?
Finally, under the gazes of two pairs of people, the old forest witch looked at the Poro quietly and spoke:

"No, you are not cursed by me."

A hint of doubt appeared beneath her wrinkled eyelids, and she added, "Besides, there is no trace of magic or curse in your body!
In other words, you are a natural-born, talking wolf!"

Depend on!
However, Poro's expression darkened.

It turns out that I am really not a human!

Little Red Riding Hood's expression turned somewhat cheerful:
"Hey, I knew you, big stupid wolf, don't seem like that kind of bad guy!"

"Then... can I become a human?"

Poro thought for a moment, and suddenly asked a question, "If humans can be cursed and transformed into animals..."

"Then animals can become humans!"

Little Red Riding Hood continued Poro's words, looking a little eager to try, "Polo, do you want to become a human?"

"May I?"

Poro's eyes lit up.

"I can do that, if you want, just..."

The kind old man leaning back in his chair said this frankly.

But at this moment, a crisp "click" sound interrupted the old man's words, and Poro looked in surprise in the direction where the sound came from - in his own hand.

The glass containing mango juice was actually crushed by myself!
"How could that be? Am I too excited?"

This thought suddenly appeared in Poro's mind, but he quickly rejected it.

Although there are many surreal existences in this world, Poro has been traveling through time for nearly ten years. He does not think that his control over his body would be so weak... He crushed a glass with just a little excitement!

That is……

"That potion that the hunter forced me to drink!?"

Poro's face suddenly turned ugly.

He carefully felt his body and found something unusual. It was a kind of... primitive murderous intent stimulated by his flesh, like the aggressiveness of a wild beast, which was magnified a hundredfold at this moment!

If Poro gives up control of his body, his flesh will most likely start attacking spontaneously!
And the goal...

Poro followed his body's killing desire and looked forward——

It was Little Red Riding Hood’s grandmother, the old woman reclining on the chair!

Damn, this damn hunter wants me to die!
"Polo, what's wrong with you?"

Little Red Riding Hood was also startled by the Poro's behavior of crushing the glass. She moved closer to the Poro, opened her eyes wide and observed him carefully for a while. "Your eyes suddenly turned red, your saliva increased, and your body was shaking - are you allergic to mango juice?"

"Well, like I just told you, this might be the effect of the potion that hunter forced me to drink at the end!"

Poro thought for a moment and added, "The effect might make me a little... violent, probably hundreds of times as violent as a hungry wolf?" "Violent? But you look quite rational, right? Your hundreds of times... is an exaggeration, right?"

Little Red Riding Hood narrowed her eyes and revealed a wicked smile, "And Poro, you won't go berserk at all, right? After all, you're such a coward..."

"Hey, I'm being kind, okay?"

Poro defended himself, "Maybe it's because I have good self-control, so the effect of this potion is not so obvious on me."

"It's also possible that the hunter is a half-baked one, or the potion has other effects!"

Regardless, Poro now felt a growing sense of threat—

Let’s not talk about the hidden effects of the potion for now.

Even if the potion is of inferior quality, it doesn't mean it has no effect!

There may be other side effects, such as death on the spot after the rampage!

But, fortunately, there is most likely an expert right in front of us!
"Um... Grandma, can you help me check it out?"

The Poro blinked and looked at the silver-haired old man.

"Yes, but I'll need some of your blood."

The old man nodded slowly.

"If you're so timid and afraid of pain, why don't I help you?"

The next moment, the girl in the red cloak beside her took out a dinner knife from somewhere, looked at the Poro, and said eagerly, "I'm very gentle!"

"Uh... no need."

The Poro blinked, then ejected a sharp claw, piercing a wound in the palm of the other claw, and dripped blood into the half-crushed glass beside his hand.

Then he saw the old forest witch raise her eyelids slightly.

A pot of green plants by the window suddenly grew rapidly, and a green vine extended out, with the tip reaching into the blood of the Poro on the table.

The next second, the usually kind and calm forest witch's eyes wrinkled and she showed a hint of surprise!
"Demon Corrosion Potion and...Wildness Stimulation Potion?"

Her hands, folded in front of her, seemed to be trembling a little. She carefully looked at the Poro in front of the wooden table and finally asked, "How did you hold on?!"

"Persist? It means simply enduring it. It's not... that difficult."

Poro said after a moment's pause.

"Wildness-stimulating potion, and it's a concentrated dose."

The old man slowly explained, “Not only beasts, but even humans, if they take such a dose, will turn into crazy killing monsters!

The Demon Corrosion Potion will make your killing intent more directed towards those with magical powers. At that time, those injured by you will suffer great difficulties in casting spells!"

"so……"

The Poro's eyes widened as it thought of a bad possibility.

"Yeah, no matter how you did it, your self-control prevented all this from happening!"

"Haha, maybe it's just that my soul is a little special?"

Poro scratched his head. Since he traveled through time, he had noticed this special feeling in himself.

He didn't know how to describe it. It was as if he was using a system independent of the physical body when thinking and controlling his body, which made him almost unaffected by physical factors.

Specifically, no matter how tired your body is, as long as you don't want to sleep, you will never fall asleep. You can feel the desires of the flesh, but your soul does not go into heat like a dog.

Hunting is not driven by the wolf's desire to kill, but by the need for physical survival.

The current violence naturally lost its effect.

"Is there something special about the soul?"

The silver-haired old man repeated it thoughtfully, then suddenly pointed to the side, at the girl who was still wearing a bright red hood at home, and asked the Poro, "Can you see her clearly?"

"Blonde hair, blue eyes, and fair skin. I like them very much..."

The Poro glanced at Little Red Riding Hood and casually replied, "Uh, what's the problem?"

"Of course there's something wrong with that!"

The girl's fair cheeks flushed a little red, and she said in a clear voice, "I'm wearing a hat, you shouldn't see what I look like!"

"Shouldn't I? But I feel..."

Poro gestured at his face, "You're not wearing a mask."

"It's a magical item. Most people only notice the red cloak and ignore her appearance."

The silver-haired old man began to explain, "Your soul is indeed special!"

(End of this chapter)