"Qiuqiu, my little captain,"
Su An'an crouched down and gently tapped the tip of his nose. "You have a more important mission."
She pointed to the busy medical area behind them.
"Old Wolf, Manda, and Xiong Guo need your help. Lead your squad and take care of the wounded, okay?"
"No!"
Qiuqiu stomped his feet anxiously, his small claws clutching the corner of Su An'an's clothes.
"Auntie, you're always getting hurt! I have to protect you!"
A warmth spread through Su An'an's heart. She gently ruffled his little head.
"Your auntie is very strong now, you know."
She winked and said with a mischievous smile,
"Besides, Seville is here, and he's the Holy High Priest."
"Be good."
A deep, cold voice suddenly interjected.
Seville had appeared behind Su An'an at some point, his golden Wings radiating a divine light.
He glanced impassively at Qiuqiu, and the invisible pressure made the little one shrink back.
'This little brat dares to question my ability to protect Su An'an?'
