American comics farmer: start by adopting the villain savior.

Chapter 82 Dio: Are you playing house, Sarafiel?

Inside the cave, rubble and broken tree roots were scattered randomly on the ground.

The air still lingered with the scorching scent left by the mechanical monster.

Sarafiel hugged his knees and huddled in the deepest shadow corner of the cave, his small figure almost swallowed by the darkness.

but
He was surrounded by small furry animals.

These tiny figures nearly filled the darkness of the cave, leaving Salefil with fur everywhere he touched. A snow fox gently rubbed its head against the back of his hand, a sika deer lay docilely beside him, a few squirrels eagerly held pine cones toward him, and a hare boldly jumped onto his knees and nuzzled his cheek with its wet nose.

Feeling the heavy care brought by her friends, Sarafiel's heart warmed slightly.

He forced the corners of his mouth, stretched out his fingers, and gently rubbed the soft and warm ears of the rabbit on his lap.

He wanted to respond with a soothing smile, but
Looking through the crack in the cave, the boy gazed into the thick night in the distance. However, what he saw was not the stars, but the lingering black mist at his fingertips, the heart-pounding power of the dragon's shadow tearing through space, and another...
Yourself.

"Brother, I'm very tired. I'm going to sleep first."

He in the shadows.
Or--

"God's Capital".

He yawned contentedly, a hint of pleasure in his voice, "I'm looking forward to our next outing, brother."

"I'm fine..."

Ignoring the words of "God's Capital", Sarafiel just whispered softly to the little creatures around him who depended on him and worried about him.

"Ow~"

Hearing this, the snow fox whimpered anxiously, turned around and quickly ran out.

After a moment, he brought back a bunch of bright red wild berries that sparkled like gems in the moonlight, and stubbornly, even a little forcefully, stuffed them into Sarafiel's slightly cool palm.

Shaking his head, Sarafiel gently pushed it away: "Thank you, but I'm really not hungry..."

The huge emptiness and fatigue that came from the burst of power had long overwhelmed any physical hunger.

"Ouch!"

"Goo-gee, gurgling."

"Goo-goo-ga?"

"Roar!"

The little animals looked at each other, and then seemed to reach some kind of consensus.

They actually started
Awkward performance?!

The squirrels did somersaults, the rabbits spun in circles, and even the brown bear, who always liked to pretend to be deep, shyly raised his front paws and tried to imitate human dancing.

"Hey, where did you learn ballet?!"

Sarafiel was amused, but before the laughter died down, he sighed again and his eyes dimmed.

"thank you all……"

He stood up, brushed off the dust and grass debris on his Tang suit, and tried hard to make himself look more energetic.

"I should go back now. You should also remember to eat dinner, and--" He paused, his eyes scanning every pair of eyes looking at him, his tone becoming extremely serious, "You must live in harmony, and no fighting, okay?"

He gave the same familiar and gentle instructions as before, but the animals came forward reluctantly and surrounded him. The snow fox even bit the corner of his clothes and refused to let go.

Sarafiel forced a smile and waved.

But just as he was about to take a step—

"Heh." A clear and cold sneer, like a needle chilled to the bone, abruptly pierced the warm atmosphere in the cave.

"You didn't go home late at night, making everyone on the farm nervous, just to hide here and play this kind of thing with these little creatures..."

"Is this a silly game of playing druid, my dear brother, Sarafiel?"

A cold and arrogant voice came from the cave entrance, with a familiar sneer in the tone.

Sarafiel stiffened and slowly raised his head.

At the entrance of the cave, moonlight poured down like mercury, outlining a tall and slender figure.

His brother was casually leaning against the rugged stone wall with his arms folded. His golden hair was shining with a cold, almost silver light under the cold moonlight. His signature scarlet eyes were slightly narrowed, like a bird of prey staring at its prey, looking down at himself who was surrounded by furry figures.

His eyes were filled with undisguised scrutiny, ridicule, and a hint of inquiry.

However, this gaze did not linger on Sarafir for long.

Dio's scarlet pupils moved slightly, and his sharp eyes swept across the messy land outside the cave.

Broken trees, charred soil, the smell of burning metal still lingering in the air, and furrows plowed open by some enormous force.

What on earth did these guys do?
He narrowed his eyes, and a hint of solemnity flashed in the depths of his scarlet pupils.

His eyes swept through the cave again, passing by the animals protecting Sarafiel, especially the injured brown bear...

But it is obvious that this level of destructive power is definitely not something that these small animals with flesh and blood can cause.

The answer could only lie with his weak and naive younger brother.

"Sarafil, you."

Dio's voice lowered, carrying an invisible sense of oppression.

He took a step forward, and the shiny soles of his boots crushed the gravel blocking the way, making a harsh sound. He walked towards the boy in the corner step by step, and every step seemed to step on Sarafiel's tense nerves.

"Sorry...brother." Sarafiel lowered his head, his voice as soft as a mosquito, almost drowned out by the sound of the wind in the cave.

He tried hard to control his heartbeat, not wanting to discover the strange feeling lingering on his fingertips.

"Pap-ta-ta-ta"

The footsteps were getting closer, just as Dio was about to get closer.

“Hiss—ha!!!”

The snow fox suddenly raised its tail, let out a threatening roar from its throat, bared its fangs, and stood in front of Sarafiel with its tail raised high like a flagpole without hesitation!
Immediately afterwards, the gray wolf lowered its front legs and let out a threatening growl, the sika deer tensed its muscles, and even the usually docile rabbits had their fur standing up, like a bunch of furry little shields, tightly protecting Sarafiel.

"Oh? Instead of running away, you chose to approach me and breathe on me?" Dio paused, his brows furrowed in a frown, his eyes flashing with undisguised impatience. "A beast driven by instinct."

The icy pressure swept over like a chilly wind. The animals were frightened by the terrifying aura and shrank collectively. They involuntarily took a half step back, whimpering in fear in their throats.

However.
Perhaps the desire to protect Sarafiel overwhelmed the instinctive fear, they still stood there stubbornly, using their bodies to build a fragile defense line, even Sarafiel
"elder brother!"

The boy suddenly raised his head, and for the first time, a hint of stubbornness ignited in his obsidian eyes as he faced Dio.

"They're not animals! They're my friends!"

Dio was silent for a moment.

The moonlight cast long, twisted shadows in the cave, hiding most of his handsome face in darkness, making it impossible to see his true expression at the moment.

The air seemed to freeze, leaving only the animals' tense breathing.

(End of this chapter)