Before closing his eyes, he spoke in a cold voice, "If you take one more step forward, I'll chop off your hooves and make a delicious soup out of you."
Hearing this, the Lord of Fire, who was about to sneak away, quickly retracted his hooves.
Grinning awkwardly, he lay down in a pile of hay like an ordinary goat.
"Misunderstanding! I... I went the wrong way..." the red goat said with a laugh.
"Hmph!" Alan let out a cold snort. Seemingly having seen everything, he finally closed his eyes.
In the quiet atmosphere, Alan seemed to have fallen asleep.
Dim moonlight streamed through the open window, accompanying a swirl of black mist.
Under the moon's glow, a figure with half her body cloaked in darkness appeared at Alan's bedside.
She was a woman with an exquisite figure.
Motionless, her face hidden in the shadows, her expression was indiscernible.
After a long moment, she leaned forward.
