The Chick Class Hunter is Being Filial - Chapter 266

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Chick Class Hunter is Being Filial! Episode 266

Hmm, Gru poked his head out and observed The Child.

It wasn’t easy to tell because of the hood, but it was definitely not a face he knew.

‘Don’t tell me, is this another new friend appearing?’

Along with the bubbling anger rising up, the ‘Loner’s Rage’ that Gru generated also began to intensify.

At that moment, black leaves swayed in the long shadow stretching behind Gru.

A stem imbued with red aura shot straight upward as if engulfed in rage.

“Hm?”

With one sharp leaf wrapped around Gru’s wrist.

“Eh?!”

Gru, who was suddenly pulled upward, opened his mouth in a triangular shape.

“Hieeh?!”

“Kyuuuu!”

Lucifer let out a single scream and covered his mouth with his two fluffy front paws.

* * *

His legs creaked.

‘Already?’

Mephistopheles stiffened his shoulders with a start.

For some reason, the erosion of ‘Loner’s Rage’ was devouring his body more fiercely.

Mephistopheles struggled with his claws as his legs wouldn’t move as he wanted, then wiped his teary, blurred eyes with the back of his hand.

‘If I had been born human like Wuju, I could have accomplished this much…’

A dangerous thought suddenly crossed his mind.

He could use his power one more time.

So if he changed Wuju’s perception.

If he made Wuju not like Gru.

Wouldn’t everything become easier?

His sunset-colored eyes fixed their gaze on Wuju, who was diligently picking up trash.

Mephistopheles’ eyes wavered.

Gru wouldn’t notice anyway.

Just once would be enough…

“…”

The hand that had been reaching toward Wuju soon dropped down with a thud.

Because he understood the feelings of liking Gru, it was even harder to tamper with Wuju’s heart. It would have been better if he hadn’t known.

Tch. It was the moment when Mephistopheles, frowning, turned his body around.

“Kyuuuu!”

Lucifer, who had come hopping over, grabbed his collar and pointed in one direction.

“Huh?”

Mephistopheles turned his head and spotted Gru entangled in Penbraum’s stem, then threw down the claw and trash bag he was holding and started limping toward them.

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Gru, now tightly bound by the stem, struggled to break free, but it wasn’t easy to escape with a child’s strength.

Meanwhile, Penbraum sniffed toward Gru’s bag.

This is it.

Penbraum’s stem reached toward Gru’s bag.

“N-no!”

Gru hugged his bag tightly, but the stem burrowed into his arms.

‘I can’t let it be taken…!’

Just as Gru was using all his strength to block the stem.

Suddenly, Penbraum began shaking its stem like a trembling aspen.

“…?”

Below the convulsing Penbraum, as if fearing something, stood a child wearing a hood.

Soon, Penbraum prostrated itself before the Lord’s feet.

Penbraum’s instincts, every single cell that composed it, was submitting before the child.

The child with long eyes that blinked slowly extended his hand.

In an instant, the sharp, bone-chilling cold of the snowy field swirled around.

[The Lord revokes the subordinate’s authority.]

Thump!

Penbraum responded to the Lord’s command.

Its entirely black stems, leaves, and roots began melting away, becoming shadow itself and disappearing.

At the same time, fluffy yellow hair like a chick’s fluttered in the air. Mephistopheles spread both arms wide to catch Gru falling from midair.

Crash!

Gru, who had landed on top of the fallen Mephistopheles, came face to face with him.

The child’s hood had come off.

Pure white feathers fluttered in the air.

It was a boy who seemed to be composed entirely of white, except for his red lips and sunset-colored eyes.

“Uh…?”

As Gru’s dazed face came close, Mephistopheles’ eyes wavered.

“Mepi?”

“…”

Mephistopheles flinched and moved his lips slightly. For some reason, his throat felt constricted and words wouldn’t come out properly.

Do you know how long I’ve waited for this day?

He had been watching Gru since he was newly born in this world and developed self-awareness.

Looking at the child in the human form he had so longed for, the child seemed even smaller.

A feeling of fullness filled his chest as if it might burst.

Mephistopheles, with his eyes curved into crescents, took Gru’s hand.

He wanted to wrap and hold Gru’s hand like other people did.

Mephistopheles rubbed his cheek against Gru’s palm that he held, like a small bird.

“Yeah. It’s me, Mepi.”

At this, Gru’s eyes widened greatly.

“How did you do it?”

The moment Gru asked, Wuju’s voice interrupted.

“Gru! Are you okay?”

“Yeah. Mepi caught me.”

Mephistopheles, who had gotten up at some point, wrapped his arms around Gru’s body.

The white child pressed his forehead against those small shoulders and rubbed his soft hair as if acting spoiled.

Seeing this, Wuju, who was burning with anger, grabbed Gru’s hand.

“I’ll help you up. Hurry and grab on.”

“Ah, okay.”

Gru grabbed Wuju’s hand and stood up with a jolt.

Wuju glanced at Mephistopheles who was getting up by himself without difficulty, then turned his head away sharply.

“…?”

Gru looked at the two who were giving off a subtle atmosphere, twirling his two index fingers together before hesitantly opening his mouth.

“But… what were you two doing while leaving only Gru out?”

“Uh, that’s…!”

“He said if he wanted to play the prince role, he should pick up trash, so he was picking it up.”

While Wuju hesitated, Mephistopheles smoothly answered.

Does that guy have no shame? Wuju looked at Mephistopheles who remained confident throughout and tried hard to suppress his anger.

“Prince role?”

“Uh, that…”

Wuju nodded with his ears turning red.

“It’s not a weird thought, just… I wanted to participate in the play.”

Even though you were having weird thoughts.

Mephistopheles rolled his eyes, and Wuju grumbled with his mouth, ‘What, why are you like that.’

“Ah, so you did that because you wanted to act. I should tell Gru too…”

That’s when it happened. Behind Gru, who was pouting his lips, shadows began bubbling up.

“…?!”

It seemed like part of Penbraum remained, as stems were growing from the roots and rising up from the floor.

At that grotesque and terrible sight, Mephistopheles frowned.

The eroded parts were already contaminated and seemed able to break free from commands.

‘If I use power again, then…’

I might not be able to maintain human form.

But I can’t leave Gru in danger.

It was the moment Mephistopheles decided to use his power again.

Thunk!

The pink fork stabbed the shadow.

“Kiiiek!”

Stab! Stab! Stab!

The fork skillfully pierced through the remaining stems.

Soon, Gru watched nonchalantly as Penbraum flowed down like oil, then turned his gaze toward the two and blinked.

Wuju and Mephistopheles were left speechless by Gru’s outstanding forking skills without batting an eye.

Gru tilted his head as if he didn’t understand why they were acting that way and asked.

“What’s wrong?”

“No! Are, are you okay?”

“Gru is cool.”

As Wuju asked, Mephistopheles clapped while fluttering his loose sleeves.

Heh.

Gru puffed up with pride and tilted his chin diagonally upward, then spoke as if something had suddenly occurred to him.

“But about the Prince role, do you really want to do it?”

“Yeah. I want to do it.”

“I’ll do it.”

Wuju and Mephistopheles answered simultaneously.

Hmm? Gru furrowed his eyebrows.

“The Prince only has one line in this play though?”

“What?”

Gru rummaged through his bag and pulled out the script to show them.

[Snow White Hero]

Rustle-

The faces of the two who confirmed the script’s title froze like ice.

When they hurriedly checked the content, instead of the Prince awakening the princess with a kiss-

[Prince: I’ve fallen for your swordsmanship, Hero Snow White!]

There was only one line.

* * *

“Please buy an apple from this old woman, kind hero.”

On the theater stage set up to practice ‘Snow White Hero’.

Gu Huiyeon, disguised as an old woman, held out an apple.

Then the short sword in Snow White Hero’s embrace emitted a clear metallic gleam.

Gru cut the apple with firm and precise angles.

Slash! Slash!

“No! How did you know this was a poisoned apple?”

Gru sheathed his sword and spoke solemnly.

“I am Snow White. A child who doesn’t eat food given by strange adults!”

‘Snow White Hero’ had been adapted with educational content to instill awareness in young children.

Of course, since there was no falling down from eating a poisoned apple, there was absolutely no scene of the Prince awakening Snow White with a kiss.

While watching the rehearsal scene, Mephistopheles clapped his hands brilliantly, and Wuju leaned back against his chair as if all strength had left him.

‘…So this was the kind of play it was?’

Kwak Nabi, who had been directing the play, asked with a smile.

“Now then, who wants to play the Prince who will become Snow White Hero’s disciple?”

Mephistopheles grinned and pointed at Wuju.

“….”

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