The Power Struggle

"Mother, is this the kid you found to take care of us?"

Amalia tapped his forehead lightly. "He's not here to take care of you."

Wealth pouted.

"Javier, I'll leave this to you." Amalia handed the little Pixiu to the child.

On the way here, she had already explained a few requirements to him—his name was Javier.

Javier held the small creature as if it were a precious treasure and gently stroking its newly grown fur.

Though it was a bit ugly, its coat was incredibly soft.

"I will, hero sister!"

Amalia nodded and was about to leave when the boy hesitated, then called out to her.

"Hero Sister, I have one more request. Um… can I bring my little sister up here?"

"You can, but don't run around aimlessly. There are many things here that shouldn't be touched unless you have Wealth's permission." Amalia placed Wealth in front of him. "As for food, don't worry. From now on, someone will deliver food regularly."