Chapter 11

I was shocked. "Little Black, you can't eat that!" But the remaining demons were quickly devoured by Little Black. I was worried he would upset his stomach, so I used spiritual power to examine him, checking his condition while scolding him for eating random things. "Do you know you can’t just eat anything? Or else… huh?" Nothing happened? His body showed no change, and in fact, the fluctuating feelings of hunger and fullness seemed to have calmed down considerably. Little Black snuggled up against me, making soft whining noises. "Is this demon meat some kind of supplement for you?" I was even more confused. What kind of spirit beast is this? The next morning, when I woke up, I found Little Black lying on my legs, peacefully sleeping. I couldn’t deny it—it did have that warm, cozy feeling between a spirit beast and its owner. Wait! I shook Little Black awake. "Little Black! Why have you gotten so thin!" Little Black gave me a side-eye. Sure enough, he had lost weight. I could even clearly see the expression in his eyes now! "You really did upset your stomach, didn’t you?" Angrily, Little Black tossed and turned, kicking his legs in frustration. For the next three years, I traveled north with Little Black, following the same route from my past life. Along the way, I trained and saved many people I couldn’t save in my previous life. But as for Little Black, he lost weight in an unhealthy manner. I searched for human delicacies, hoping to bring him back to his former size, but it was as though he was determined to starve himself in protest. He refused to eat and gradually lost weight at a slow pace. By the time we returned to the sect, Little Black had slimmed down to the size of an ordinary pig.