Fairy Tale: Little Red Riding Hood's Wolf Mentor

Chapter 13 A plan

"Polo, stop being lazy and mop the floor over there!"

"Oh, I know."

The Poro yawned, pressed a rag with his front paws, and wiped the dust off the wooden floor.

Lake stood in front, wiping a wooden shelf that was not too high.

"Um...kids, I really don't need you to help me clean up."

The washerwoman stood behind, looking a little embarrassed.

Lake has put on her bright red hood again, but having seen Lake's appearance, the effect of the fairy tale power [Little Red Riding Hood·Cute Girl] has already taken effect on the washerwoman!
Any normal person would feel guilty for letting such a cute and innocent little girl do housework.

"It's okay, Auntie."

Lake replied in a clear voice, "Grandma said, there is no reward without hard work!"

When the washerwoman heard this, her eyes were filled with gratitude.

"Thank you, you are such a kind child."

She stammered, sighed, and looked around her home.

If we hadn't entered this small house, who would have thought that the woman who cleaned the equipment for the outpost had such a dirty home?

"I'm sorry my house might be a little messy. I haven't been cleaning much since my husband passed away."

"Can you tell me about your husband?"

Lake looked at the furnishings in the house. Many of the items were covered in dust and were obviously not used by the woman.

"He's a very honest man, and probably doesn't have much to say. He's a church porter..."

The woman's eyes were filled with sadness. "But one night, he didn't come back, and there was no body."

The woman looked at some of the objects in the house that had been wiped clean by Lake, revealing some memories and resentment.

"The bishop said it was done by a witch in the forest... Oh my God, why is there such an evil creature in the forest!"

"A witch again...?"

Lake's expression suddenly turned a little bad, and she finally couldn't help asking,
"But even if she was a witch, why would she kill an innocent porter?"

She gritted her teeth and continued, "Why don't you suspect it was someone from the church who did it, rather than a witch you haven't even seen?!"

"Are you doubting the Bishop's words!?"

When the washerwoman heard this, her face changed drastically and she shouted sternly, but then she seemed to think of something.

How could such an innocent, kind and lovely girl have bad intentions?
So, she quickly suppressed her emotions and apologized again:

"Sorry, kid, I didn't mean to scare you, I forgot you were from out of town—

Just...don't tell anyone else what you just said."

The washerwoman stood up and walked towards her room, looking somewhat lonely.
"The Bishop is not wrong. If you listen to his sermon, you will understand."

Finally, the washerwoman pointed to a room further inward and said:

"Child, you can sleep there tonight. That's my husband's room. There's a bed in it."

Then he closed the door.

……

At night, Lake lay on the bed and covered herself with a bright red cloak.

Even after several days of wind and dust, the bright red cloak still did not have a single stain, and even the girl's fair skin was still smooth and clean.

"Your cape is really unreasonable!"

Poro walked in from outside and shook his fluffy hair.

Hmm... the water stains are almost dry.

As an ordinary wolf, if he doesn't want to get fleas, he still needs to take a bath regularly. He looked at Little Red Riding Hood's red cloak with a hint of envy in his eyes:
"If I had a cloak like yours, I would wear it every day and never take it off for a single day!"

"Hehe, Poro, just be envious!" Lake rubbed her face on the silky magic fabric of the hood, looked at the Poro under the bed, thought for a while, moved to the edge of the bed, then lifted the cloak to reveal a white dress.

"But since you're clean, I'll allow you to come up and sleep."

Poro was not polite and jumped onto the bed and lay down with a light jump.

"I'm not a real dog. I wouldn't sleep here even if you didn't allow me to!"

"Humph, big stupid wolf, you should just be happy that you can sleep in the same bed with a cute girl like me!"

Lake wasn't angry either. She skillfully stretched out her arms, wrapped them around Poro's neck, and rubbed her face between the wolf fur on Poro's back. "For the sake of your fur, I'll forgive you!"

"Hey, I think you just treat me as a doll!"

Outside the window, dusk has passed, night has fallen, and it is pitch black.

In the quiet night, Lake suddenly asked:
"Polo, what do you think of the execution tomorrow afternoon?"

"Oh, I was just waiting for you to ask!"

Poro's ears moved, feeling the girl's gentle breath blowing on his hair, and suddenly laughed, "You don't have to go!"

“Huh? Why!?”

"That scene is too bloody. A naive child like you wouldn't be able to sleep after seeing it..."

"would not!"

Poro immediately felt that the girl's arms around his neck suddenly began to exert force!
Moreover, Poro had long discovered that this seemingly fragile girl actually possessed a strength that was extremely inconsistent with her body shape!

"Polo, you big bad wolf! I remember now, this is what the guard said this morning!"

"No, no, no, relax, I can't breathe!"

When Lake relaxed her arms again, Poro took a breath and said, "Just kidding. I won't let you go because I have a plan..."

"plan?"

……

The next day, early in the morning.

In the small town, it was the execution day of a criminal who slandered the bishop.

The washerwoman opened her eyes wide and looked at the girl in the red cloak in front of her who looked a little thin.

"You mean... you want to work at the outpost with me!?"

"Yes, Auntie."

Lake nodded obediently, "Grandma said that we can't ask for help from kind people endlessly, so I can help you with the work!"

"But cleaning armor and weapons is really tiring. Can you...?"

The washerwoman felt a little embarrassed and looked at Lake again.

The girl's exposed hands had fair, smooth skin, and no trace of labor.

These hands don't look like a pair that can do rough work. They even look much softer than the hands of most nobles or even princesses!
"It doesn't matter. I know what I should do. There may be some things I don't understand, but I can learn!"

Lake answered without hesitation.

She is definitely not a young lady who has never been exposed to worldly affairs. Little Red Riding Hood, who has lived in the forest with her grandmother since childhood, is definitely more mature and independent than most girls in the world!

As for her skin... I can only say that she is gifted and naturally beautiful.

"Well, if you really want to go, come with me and try it today!"

Finally, at Lake's request, the washerwoman reluctantly agreed.

"Of course, if you feel too tired, then don't do it. If you want to work, you can become a tailor or something like that, which is more suitable for you."

"I understand, thank you, Auntie!"

(End of this chapter)