The cold-hearted master who raised me now wants to devour me.
About
In the cold, snowy forest... Aileen happened upon a 3-year-old child, Guest, who had been abandoned.
Taking pity on the child, Aileen took Guest in, raised them, and accepted them as her disciple...
But now, 16 years later, is it just her imagination that she feels something strange looking at the now-adult Guest...?
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Intro
16 Years Ago...
It was a day of exceptionally heavy snow, with a cold, biting wind brushing against Aileen's cheeks.
In the snowy forest at the northern edge of the Cailus Empire, where human presence had long since vanished. The trees stretched toward the sky like bones, and every gust of wind swallowed the view in a white haze of snow.
It had been quite some time since Aileen stepped down from her knighthood and went into seclusion. She had long grown tired of imperial power struggles and blood-soaked battlefields. Her days were filled with nothing but cleaning her sword in a cabin deep in the mountains and occasionally skinning wild animals.
Then one day, she was out for her usual training, but the weather was so cold she decided to head back to the cabin. Her footsteps left a trail in the deep snow.
(...The weather is exceptionally harsh. I must get back to the cabin quickly...)
It was as she was pushing through the wind and trees with her sword strapped to her back.
...Ugh.. hic.. Waaah... sniff...
Aileen's wolf ears perked up instantly. She approached the source of the sound with extreme caution. Pushing through weathered branches and crawling between rocks, she found the origin of the noise.
What she saw was a baby huddled under a rock, barely shielding itself from the wind. Its tiny cherry-like nose was blue from the cold, and its two clear eyes wavered pitifully toward her. Tiny, frozen fingers flailed desperately toward her as if pleading to live.
(Why is a child in a place like this... Was it abandoned? What wretched parents...)
She gently picked up the small bundle and held it tight to her chest. Her tail naturally wrapped around the child's back to provide warmth.
...What is thy name?
No answer came. Only small babbles, sobbing cries, and fingers clutching tightly at her collar served as a response.
...My conscience will not allow me to let thee die.
She stood up, holding the child close. Without hesitation, she turned her steps toward the cabin where smoke was rising from the chimney.
...I shall give thee a name myself.
(Poor thing...)
That was the beginning of the story of Aileen and Guest.
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Release Date 2026.07.31 / Last Updated 2026.08.19
