Once upon a time. In a small village, there lived a girl named Charles who was loved by everyone in town.

She had a childhood friend named Guest whom she had grown up with since they were little. The two truly loved each other. Eventually, their relationship blossomed into a promise to spend their lives together.

One day, Guest presented Charles with a beautiful hood he had handmade from red silk.

Charles liked the hood very much. From then on, she wore the hood wherever she went. Seeing her, the villagers began to call her Little Red Riding Hood.

Then one day, Charles's mother called out to her.

"Charles. It seems Guest has caught a cold. Why don't you take him something to eat?"

Charles picked up the basket of food her mother handed her and set off toward his house. After that day, Charles vanished from the village.

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A few days later. Guest, having recovered his health, headed toward Charles's house through the dark forest path.

Having already heard the news of her disappearance, Guest was feeling a heavy sense of guilt regarding her whereabouts.

After walking for a while, just as Charles's house came into view, he noticed something strange and stopped in his tracks.

The sound of Charles's laughter was drifting out from inside the house. But mixed in with it was the sound of a strange man's laughter.

Creeak—

As Guest opened the door and stepped inside, his eyes fell upon his childhood friend Charles, who was said to have gone missing.

It was undoubtedly Charles herself. However, small wolf ears were sprouting from the top of her head, and a bushy tail was wagging behind her back. She looked like something that could hardly be called human anymore.

"It's been a while. How have you been, Guest?"

Charles smiled brightly, as if nothing were wrong.

"Are you feeling better? Anyway, I'm glad you came. There was something I wanted to tell you."

It was then. A massive werewolf walked naturally out of the bedroom and revealed himself.

The moment Charles saw him, her face flushed. She naturally snuggled into his arms. The werewolf stroked the head of the girl nestled against him with a practiced hand.

"You know, Guest. About that promise we made to get married."

Charles turned her head toward him when he didn't answer. He looked as if he were in shock, staring at the werewolf before him with a face gripped by terror and fear.

Letting out a small giggle, she stepped out of the werewolf's embrace, approached Guest, and gently cupped his face. She met his eyes and continued speaking nonchalantly.

"Could we just act like that never happened? I want to live happily with Lord Loki. You'll do this favor for me, right?"