I didn't think I'd be intimidated by her threats. But the next second, her face changed. She lunged at me, her red tail flying through the air, and I fell to the ground."What are you doing? !" I exclaimed.Catherine didn't answer me, but I knew the answer right away.As soon as I fell to the ground, I saw a white object flash over my body. His fur was rotting and his limbs were bare of bones. On his thin head, two green flames floated in the deep sockets of his eyes. In his mouth, which was slightly open, his fangs were thick. I was stunned for a moment, but when I looked closely, I realized that he seemed to be...a wolf?The Bone Wolf let out a shrill howl, and turned to stare at Catherine and me, cocking its head as if to weigh our strength.I was thrown to the ground by Catherine, my eyes wide with horror, and the only thought that crossed my mind was, "Why are there wolves here, and what is the Bone Wolf?""How dare you enter this competition without knowing anything? You are so
The green flames that were floating in the air began to fall. Suddenly, a strong wind was blowing, and the leaves were being rolled up in huge clumps. The dim starlight of the sky shone through the gaps in the leaves and onto the ground.The flames are in pairs. Under the dim light and shadow, many Bone Wolves appeared in my sight. In groups of three or five, they kept howling at the sky in a howling cry."Ow! Ow!"The Bone Wolves moved their white bone claws around us cunningly. They separated me and Catherine."This time, let me see if you can survive on your own strength, Delia."Catherine glanced at me. The familiar look of contempt reminded me of the day I first met her. With that, she shifted into a wolf, her bright red hair beating in the woods. Half of the wolves immediately rushed to her.What do I do? ! I ask myself.This will be the most helpless moment I have ever experienced in the face of danger. No one can help me. I can only rely on myself. There are only two choices i
Catherine's POVMy whip went to the opposite side. A shrill voice sounded, the last Bone Wolf was also killed by me.I took the weapon and stepped on the ashes of the wolves carelessly.My father will be angry again. After all, I should have killed Delia the first time I saw her.But why? Why would I save her life instead of killing her? I still hear Delia's voice questioning me.Her amber eyes reflected my heart like a clean mirror, but she was as pure as white paper.What a nasty contrast! I tugged at the white scarf behind my ponytail. A tall figure appeared in my heart. I'm not happy with anyone who's involved with Kral!A loud bang interrupted my thoughts. I looked in the direction of the explosion and sneered. I knew this woman would not die so easily.The night was still young, and I turned to the sound of the explosion. I was a little curious. Let me see, Delia, what other surprises you are going to show me.I ran quickly through the trees until I smelled the thick smell of bl
Delia’s POVIt was a quiet and sad dream. When I woke up from my dream, tears came out of my eyes for some reason.The baby teeth Kral had handed me on my ankles glowed slightly. I touched it, remembering the last images of Kral's parents in my dream.If it wasn't for that long sigh that woke me up from my dream, I don't know how long I would have stayed there in silence like a wandering soul. I remembered that Karl had asked me to stand in front of his parents' tombstone for a little while longer. Did he know that I would see those sad memories in my dreams?Why? That his father, who seemed so powerful, could not protect his beloved wife from such a tragic death?Frowning, I sat up slowly from the boat. I thought my movements would make my wounds hurt, but the strange thing is that my body does not have any wounds. I examined myself carefully. My arms and calves were healthy, without any cuts or bruises. Even the bell on my wrist and the dagger tied to my calf had changed back.I put
Catherine's POVI squatted in the bushes, and the werewolf's excellent eyesight allowed me to see clearly what was happening by the lake.I watched Lancaster whistle with my own eyes. This high-pitched sound can not only control the Bone Wolves, but also appears to be mentally offensive to a particular person.Delia was barely hanging on, and I watched her cower in the boat.If it hadn't been for me and Lancaster, she'd be in a boat right now heading to the Moon Goddess Palace to complete the trials.Alas, Lancaster would not let her succeed.He has some bad taste. He loves to see his prey trapped and miserable.What a perverted hobby, I sneered.Just as I was about to break Lancaster's sickening whistle, Delia plunged like a white fish into the water.Oh? Did she kill herself because she couldn't stand the pain? My eyebrows twitched and I paused.No, my gut tells me she's not that fragile. Delia threw an arrow at me in my own home and left me with a wound. That's something even Lanca
Delia's POVI was satisfied to see the frightened, wide-open eyes under the mask of the man in black."My whistle!" The man in black hurried to his chest. But it was empty.I gave him a defiant smile."Stupid," I whispered, squinting.From the beginning, I never thought I could simply kill him with a dagger. The scarf was the bait, just to get him into the water. As I had observed, it would have been easier for him to get on the boat and catch me at such a close distance from the shore. But he drove the Bone Wolves forward. This strange action proves only one thing. He was afraid to go into the water, or there was some magic in the water.I figured it out the moment I lay on the lake bed. Since I couldn't kill him and my dagger was no match for the Bone Wolves, the only thing I could do was to bet that I could take his whistle and drive the Bone Wolves to my advantage.Ironically, he thought I was going to kill him with a dagger. It was just a way to relax him. My real goal was to tak
"I'm late, Delia."I think I must be in pretty bad shape right now. I was drenched from head to toe, and the hem of my long skirt clung to my shins, smearing the grass. There was blood on the gloves of my arm from the wound in Lancaster, and my hair was disheveled and I was a mess.But so what? Kral has seen me in many ways. He's seen me in my worst form.I held my breath and watched Karal come to me. His scent lingered on my nose, with a hint of liquor, but also a hint of sweet grass.But I only feel a sense of security surrounded, like the first time he reached out to me, holding me away from the suffocating home.Kral took off his right glove with one hand and touched my face with his warm palm. The delicate touch of his fingertips made it impossible for me to pretend to be strong any longer. My eyelashes could not bear the weight of the tears, and big tears fell on his palm.“You came to me.”The moment I said it, I realized there was a special feeling in my words. I looked at his
"Will you be cursed to enter here?" I asked, gripping his sleeve and frowning."Don't worry, Delia, it's just a myth," he said. His handsome face relaxed as he took my clenched hand."How can I not be worried?" I shouted at him, but I didn't care."Your Highness, please answer my question. It's very important to me."Kral can't believe I'm saying this, but I am. I don't know why. Perhaps it was the fact that I had dealt with the threat posed by Lancaster with my wits. Perhaps it was the conversation between Catherine and Kral that made me jealous. Perhaps it was the hug that emboldened me.In short, I held his hand. The powerful joints of his large hands were pressed by me, my hands conveying my body heat to him, and Kral was visibly stunned. His golden pupils under his black hair stared at me with some surprise, a look of surprise and a faint... happiness."You don't talk to me like that very often."Kral struck a funny tone, mixed with incredulity and a chuckle. My face was reflecte