Chapter 826 Definition Of Cute

Chapter 826 Definition Of Cute

Werewolf Continent.

Across the lonely expanse of a sandy desert, traversed three of the world's strongest mages, equipped with the finest artifacts that even extreme wealth or influence couldn't buy.

These three mages—a Human, a Devil, and a Witch were currently on a mission to acquire the thing their master had tasked them with.

These three were none other than Fanny, Keith, and Sylvia, who, despite having gone through the Witch, the Demon, and the Dragon Continent, couldn't find the things Lith had asked them to bring.

Sylvia was supposed to find the cutest dog in the world while Fanny and Keith were supposed to find the tastiest glass of water.

The Witch and the Dragon Continent did have some amazing springs and glaciers, but the water from them tasted just about the same to Keith and Fanny. They had not the slightest idea what was supposed to be 'tasty'.

As for Sylvia, her case was worse than the two.

At least Keith and Fanny had places where they could find their thing such as magical springs, ancient glaciers, and so on.

But, Sylvia?

Where could she even search for a damn dog!?

Different breeds looked different, but same breed dogs looked the same.

This meant that there was nothing unique between them and one dog could have multiple lookalikes.

In this vast world, where could Sylvia find that one unique and cute dog? It was such a pain honestly.

She had been through the Witch Continent in the start because she was quite familiar with that place and could easily sweep past every nook and cranny.

The second place, the Demon Continent, except for the Abyss, the Hell, and the Demon Queen's territory, she had been through all the places present to search for this little thing.

She could go through the remaining three places as well since she now belonged to the Vampire Prince. This perverted man even had the strongest Demon in existence as his lover, just who was there that he couldn't acquire?

Not even the strongest Demon, he even ended up having the strongest Witch, aka Sylvia herself, as his maid.

Sylvia was well aware of her getting turned into a maid and she wasn't even mad about it. She was actually quite impressed with how the Vampire Prince managed things.

While on the way, Sylvia had a thought, 'How did he scam others?'

She got scammed by being told about love, which she was looking forward to, but hadn't happened yet, while Keith and Fanny were taken due to him helping them.

As for Fei, that poor girl didn't have a place to go and the Prince duped her quite well after knowing her weakness.

Still, their cases were somewhat justified to a certain extent.

But the rest of the ladies?

Sylvia had no clue and was interested to know their scam stories.

Suddenly getting self-conscious of her thoughts, Sylvia knitted her brows and thought to herself, 'What am I even thinking of?'

Sylvia's depressed self took over once again, making her stop having all sorts of weird thoughts.

For so many years, Sylvia was on the verge of her death and there was no room to think of anything other than taking off the curse on her.

Now that the curse was gone and she was healthy both physically and mentally, room for thoughts naturally came up.

Plus, belonging to the world's most social creature, aka the Witches, there was bound to be room within her mind for gossip and information, which was now sprouting slowly and steadily, making her think of all such things.

Her depressed state was still strong though and whenever it came up, all of her previous thoughts and emotions would be as good as totally wiped out.

In any case, finding the damn dog was a necessity and she had to do it urgently because there was a time limit.

A month had already passed which was half the time. If she didn't find the thing within the given time frame, what punishment that perverted guy would give her was something she couldn't think of.

As for Fanny and Keith, both the two were somewhat having similar feelings as Sylvia.

It wasn't totally the same as Fanny had Keith both had a few slightly different thoughts.

Unlike Sylvia, these two were together with Lith for a longer time, so they have had more interactions with him.

During their time with him, he would usually punish them by slapping their buttocks or something as dumb as hugging them for a few hours straight.

Both had no idea as to what was so good in hugging someone, but being grateful that their punishment could get really worse if he so wished to, they sucked it up and let him do what he wanted to do.

Keith, being an ex-slave Human and at present, a vile Devil, could think of so many cruel punishments that even she would get scared of them and shiver.

There were so many torture methods available yet her supposed Master didn't even glance at them.

It wasn't that he wasn't cruel, he really was, but for some reason, he didn't use it on them.

Keith had wondered why was this the case for an unreasonable amount of time, yet couldn't come to a conclusion.

She had discussed this with her daughter too, but Fanny didn't have any clue either.

In any case, even if he was punishing them lightly at all times, it didn't mean that they should test his patience. Who knows if one day he flipped and did something cruel?

Keith and Fanny would definitely not be spared even if they run to the ends of this world.

Shoving aside all these thoughts, while travelling through the desert, Fanny suddenly said, "Mom… aren't we supposed to find water?"

Keith snapped out of her daze and so did Sylvia upon Fanny's comment.

Keith turned to Fanny and nodded her head lightly in response.

Fanny sighed and continued, "Then why are we in a desert region where there's literally no water."

Instead of Keith, Sylvia looked at Fanny with a neutral expression and said, "There are something called oases in these regions. An oasis is often described as a paradise and the water in it as divine nectar, capable of even quenching the thirst of a mythical Zwitaplen."

Zwitaplen was an ancient otherworldly creature that was cursed to never have its thirst quenched. If it existed or not was something nobody knew of, but a mythical creature like that was definitely an existence not to be trifled with.

Ancient records stated that Zwitaplen had once hit a blue planet full of water. Needless to say, all of the water was sucked dry within seconds and the way all life died was really gruelling.

Keith, after hearing Sylvia's comment, actually got some hope rekindled within her.

If what Sylvia had said was true, then the oasis water was the one she may be looking for.

Since Sylvia helped her with this, Keith felt it was only right if she helped her as well.

While wandering with her, she thought of something and said, "You're looking for a dog right? How about taking the Werewolf King or his descendants as pets?"

Sylvia looked at Keith and asked, "Are they cute?"

Just what even was something 'cute'? Neither Sylvia nor Keith had any idea about it.

The one that did have an idea, the normal one in the group, Fanny, scrunched her nose and said, "Those aren't what you term as cute."

Keith and Sylvia turned to her upon hearing that with confused faces.

"They aren't?" Keith asked.

Fanny shook her head. "Cute is something which will make you go… uhh… something like… 'Oh, I wanna hold it, hug it, and embrace it.' Something of this sort."

Keith and Sylvia fell silent upon hearing that. Such a thing…

They've never really had such a feeling before towards anything. Maybe to artifacts they had thought of holding, but hugging and embracing them? Nope.

Keith did find her own daughter to fit those criteria though. She was loveable and Keith would definitely hold, hug, and embrace her.

But, she was a Human. What Sylvia was supposed to find was a dog.

With such a simple and concise explanation that even Keith understood, there was no way Sylvia, a Supreme being, wouldn't.

She was totally silent and pondering over this as she got an epiphany.

The three journeyed to the nearest oasis and upon reaching there, tasted the water.

The three spit the water out because it contained sand particles and was coarse. This was definitely not it, they thought and moved on to find another oasis, completely oblivious to the whole truth.

The truth about oases was that the water within it was divine nectar to the one wandering thirsty and deserted person. It was not nectar for a common folk and definitely not for these three strong mages who could traverse to one oasis after another with just their thoughts alone.

Such negligence was not expected from experienced beings like these, but with having no leads whatsoever, they were taking support of a twig during their drowning times.