The Kind Villain A Legend of Woof Woof

This story is a werewolf romance-comedy. 3 seasons in one book. Contains mature contents of violence and sex. Discrimination, abuse, etc. that might trigger negative emotion are not tolerated but will play a part in the story. A reader's discretion is advised :)

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(HESSUEL’S point of view)

She’s so beautiful… The moon.

I was helplessly staring at it while I’m lying down on the dried leaves of the burning forest. All my bruises knocked me down. ‘Twas all vague in my vision. That there was a woman crying and holding me dearly. She’s facing against the light of the moon, making it difficult to see her face. The last thing I knew… was her gentle kiss on my lips.

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That was 13 years ago. 

"Your favorite veggies are on the road~! Buy it or miss it~!" 

It's my daily line in selling the vegetables. This is my daily life. 

My uncle entrusted me with the peddling. He did regret fostering me for the first 5 years of my presence in his garden dome, he suffers sleepless nights just to play with me. Because of that, he gave me the alias Little Devil. And I'm happy that he made my childhood as normal as it should be even for the likes of me. 

And as in exchange, I am the one in charge of assisting him in the field. He's a professional when it comes to agriculture which makes his livelihood eminent throughout the countryside of Lanbarc, the Small Vil. His business prospers because of my role as the vendor of his vegetables in this village. Ever since I came here, he strictly advised me not to get close to the metropolis.

I always have Acro perching on my shoulder. She’s been my horned owl pet—who only eats bread—ever since the beginning of my oblivion days.

"You're as lively as always," one of my patrons said. 

Customers are coming and gathering around my cart and most of them are my patrons. I never missed a greeting to everyone who came. Some faces are new to me for they are recommending my merchandise for the first time.

A patron approaches me. He's a wise father and my friend, Curt. "Good morning, Hessuel! You're too vigorous for the mornings!" He laughs. 

"You can't sell if you look pale." 

"I love your endeavor, son." 

I grin. "And I love your payment!" 

He laughs at me again. He started picking veggies that suits his taste. His kids are playing with Acro again and I like the sight of those cheerful kids. I got excited when I received my first income—and I'll feel this way again the next time I vend. I noticed a shy lady behind my patrons and it was my first time seeing her face here.

She’s wearing a leather dress, has fair skin, and brunette hair tied behind. She seems unsure how to spend her money on hand so I approach her. “Good morning! Is there anything you want to buy?” 

Her shoulder twitches in surprise. “Um,” she picks a single cabbage, “I’ll take this. How much?” she said in a hurry and paid me five silver coins right away.

My hand is still extended, not taking the money but looking sarcastically at her instead. I said, “Four 50 bronze.” She’s confused and reluctant to take the excess of her payment as if she’s unsure. I chuckled. “Two 50 bronze is one silver.” I return the three silvers she paid for. 

“Thank you!” She took it and scurried away. Later on, she stumbles because of a flower vase.

“H-Hey! Are you—”