When Ainsley heard Cellino's miserable wailing, she immediately jumped to her feet and rushed to the edge of the backyard.
[Cellino?! What's going on? Are you okay?] The baby tried to look at the distant sky to see Cellino, but all she could see was a speck of white furball.
The cat was fighting near the enemy's camp, around a mile away from the backyard. Ainsley couldn't see that far.
One second...two seconds...half a minute…
When Cellino didn't answer in a few seconds, Ainsley asked once more as she looked at the night sky with a pale face.
[Cellino, answer me! Are you okay?!]
Why isn't Cellino answering? What's wrong with him?!
Ainsley's heart started to beat fast. Sweat dripped down her forehead and her back suddenly felt cold. Her hands and feet were trembling…
She got an ominous feeling!
However, right after that, Cellino's weak voice sounded in the girl's mind.
[Master...I'm okay. I'm doing well. Don't worry– kuh!]
The cat sounded as if he just threw up something, but since Ainsley couldn't see him, the baby didn't even know what happened.
Yet from his weak voice alone, how could Ainsley not know what happened to him?
In that instant, the baby was already about to run through the battlefield.
[Cellino, you're wounded, aren't you?! And quite severe too? Tell me the truth! Hey! Can't you come back?! I'm done treating Grandpa Yofan, so let me fight–]
But then, just as Ainsley was about to step into the battlefield, Cellino's voice rang in her mind once more.
This time, it sounded more forceful and stern. He even half-yelled at the baby.
[No! Master. Don't come here, awooo. I know you will come to me...but don't! Just wait there. I got this!]
The cat's voice was clearly weaker than before, and it sounded as if he's hissing in pain in between his speech, yet the cat stubbornly stopped Ainsley from going.
[Master, just wait in the backyard. I'll be back soon, awooo! Don't you dare come here...else I'll bite you!]
Cellino threatened Ainsley in a playful manner, trying to ease the atmosphere, but the sound of his coughing in the background didn't escape Ainsley's ears.
The cat was speaking through telepathy, but Ainsley used her keen hearing to eavesdrop...and surely, she could cover a mile away if she only wanted to focus on one person.
What she heard was Cellino coughing non-stop and Vallan's cold voice lingering in the air.
"Heh. Give up, boy. You're already in that state." Vallan looked at Cellino and clicked his tongue.
Indeed. What he saw was a white Fenrir standing in front of him, floating in the air, trying to act tough, but blood already dyed half of his white fur.
Crimson blood seeped out of the beast's jaw. Countless deep scratches filled his enormous body, almost turning the beast into a butchered beast.
His front legs were limping...and his left eye got a claw mark, almost blinding the beast.
Yet the beast still growled at Vallan with its pair of menacing eyes.
"GRRRR." Cellino lowered his head and glared at Vallan. His fur stood up, making his body look even bigger than before.
That's how a cat tried to intimidate their enemies…
But in Vallan's eyes, even when Cellino was way bigger than him, who's already bigger than your average horse, the beast still looked like a fragile beast trying to act tough.
"Ha. Our strength is way apart, and yet you still want to challenge me." Vallan looked at Cellino once more and shook his silvery mane.
"I bet your master just contacted you, right? What did you say? Don't tell me you ask her to stay still and leave it to you?" Vallan snorted at Cellino as it flew in the air, circling the wolf at ease.
The way he flew higher than Cellino and looked down at him from above was extremely insulting to one's pride, especially to a sacred beast like Cellino.
"Grrrr…" Cellino let out a low growl as he cautiously eyed the Pegasus that kept circling him.
Somehow, even when he tried to attack this bastard with all of his might, the bastard didn't receive that many injuries.
Why? Because the Pegasus's neutralising skill was even effective against a sacred beast!
Cellino could feel that his attacks earlier...all the skills he deployed...lost its true damage point by half.
Damn it. This Pegasus is no joke!
Cellino bared his fangs as he looked up at the Pegasus. He couldn't fly higher than this since his wind manipulation ability was suppressed.
Thus, all he could do is to look up at the Pegasus...and that's humiliating!
However, Cellino knew that no matter how annoying and arrogant the Pegasus was, he had real strength to back up his arrogance.
Cellino's mind drifted to the 15 minutes fight they just did before.
15 minutes ago, right before Ainsley and the others healed Grandpa Yofan…
"Hooo. So you're the third sacred beast of the Sloan Family, huh. Someone with the blood of a Fenrir?"
Vallan stood in the air right above the Aretha Family troops' camp with his head lifted high.
He then assessed Cellino from head to toe with eyes full of contempt.
"I heard that you were just barely able to awaken your bloodline for the first time...a month ago or something? No, maybe just a few weeks ago."
Vallan let out a sneer as he continued to look at Cellino's massive body loathingly.
"You only have a big body, but that's it. Ha. I don't put my hope too much on a baby that has barely awakened his ability…"
Vallan shook his head and snorted a mouthful of hot air.
"This is boring. How do you want me to torture you?"
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