Mini Series: Mindset Hessuel: Mr. Matheo Matheo: Yes? Hessuel: What is your, uhm, ideal customer? Matheo: Someone who leaves meaningful reviews as much as possible! Even simple words of appreciation can light up their fire of motivation when everything seems to turn it off. It means a lot to me. Hessuel: I see. Matheo: So don’t just drink & go! Let us know why you’ve come this far in the show~!
"Why?" When I look at Dandeline, her eyes are enraging even from the sound of her voice. She's looking intently at Matheo while chewing the steaky meat. "I don't have a precise reason. But whatever reason I have, I'd like to keep it to myself. Is that the reason why you came here?" This man isn't informative like we needed. The only information he can't keep from me is the smell of his wolf. But Zaeramil isn't a werewolf just like his father. It could be the same case between me and Cormelio but vice versa. The two of them are looking at me as they wait for the answer. I take the spot. "We're looking for the pond of the Moon's Order Pack. We are hoping to find the direction through the help of your wife... but all we got is bad news. We're sorry to hear that." "The pond? Isn't that the content of fairy tales?" He made a short chuckle. "Why are you looking for it? I don't think I can help you with that." "I see..." Everyone believes the same. But I know it's true! The residues
I kick him away on the chest to force him backward. His toughness and weight reflected on my nerves. He could be mighty. He has a square jawline, a naked upper to display his built body, and black pants matched with black shiny shoes—something not crafted for sparring. I initiated the question, "Who are you?" "Ask that weak man. He knows every single one of us anyway." "You... did that to him?" "I overdid it because of an outburst so..." He shrugs to finish the sentence to purposely mock me. "And what do you want from me then?" "Show me what you got!" He sprints towards me in an instant. He's fast but I can see his movements coming. I sway my leg against him and there's a sudden twist of his attack; he caught my leg instead then hurled me to a burning trunk. He's so mean! The trunk crashed into pieces when I was tossed there, spun around the ground, and my coat was left hanging on the prick of that tree on fire! As I expected, my appearance changed. "Oh, this is you wi
That question is like an answer to my strange feelings lately. Whenever I smell her sweet scent, even the identical, the heat is crawling up to my face. My eyes are excited to see her features. And I feel legitimate lightness in my chest when she's with me. "Uhm... can I have a crush on her?" "Why not?" He made a teasing chuckle. "Ironically, that's not the design. Have you felt the urge that you want her madly?" "Aha, I've never been asked such a blunt question as that!" I fake my laugh to be saved from embarrassment. "It's only natural for werewolves to have those possessive thoughts about the person they're attracted to. That's part of being born wild. That’s the call of mating. But we were created with the same intelligence as humans which makes it possible for the likes of us to act like them. But for us to cleave to humans is neglecting the design of the Moon Goddess. And that leads to a lot of sacrifices." "... just like you?" "Yes. Love makes you break any law, escap
The bulky and smooth giant mushrooms caught us underneath this pit. Dandeline is sitting on my lap while my arms are still locking her waist, and there is Acro flying above us. I can smell her hair directly and smile inevitably. But this isn't a marvelous day to flirt! "I knew it. There are set traps here." "You figured? Why didn't you tell me?" she complained in my ears. "You see, I found a hook on the trees the second you fell. I have no chance to tell you." "I should've known." "And watch your steps next time. The sag is obvious actually." "I don't mind. You're the watchman anyway. Good wolf~" Then she pats my head. She's having fun sitting on my lap even if we have the fullest capacity to get away from this trap now. When I heard crackling on the wall beside me, my senses automatically pulled Dandeline's head to cover her from showering us with needles! Every hole in the wall launches needles against us. My eyes are wincing for the upcoming body pain then will arise fr
“Dan, how werewolves originated?” "From the very beginning? Wolves were just wolves long ago. It's their nature to roam around every night and the light of the moon is their greatest source of seeing everything, the sun is too much for them. Some packs were grateful enough to howl and worship the moon because of its generosity. In return, the one who lives on the moon—the Moon Goddess, gave them a gift of intelligence. "The only creatures that have the greatest intelligence are humans, and because of that gift, those wolves received the power to shift into a human and have the same intelligence like them. These packs were told to multiply, gain more wisdom, and be united. That's when she created the mating system. They consistently worship the moon until the number of werewolves increases in number and they petitioned to have someone lead them. "That's when the hierarchy started; Alphas and Lunas, Beta, Gamma, Delta, and Omega. The packs have different breeds before; white, black, r
The pishnies were frightened because of my reaction. I apologized later on then their fear vanished as they tried to communicate with me. But I can't understand what they're trying to tell me. "Okay, just show me what you want to say as much as possible." They exchange glances with each other then the pishnies pull my pants again as they lead the way to somewhere. They can understand me but I can't understand them. They have better perceptions than I do! There's an old room hidden inside a big tree hole. They opened the wooden door for me and the interior surpassed my expectations. The ceiling is high for my height to pass. It's guaranteed that this room was used by a human. And I only have Matheo in mind. However, the room is filled with an abandoned heap of papers on the table, scrolls on the cabinet, and several drawers. Similar to the library of the mages I've seen before. On the table at the center of this medium extent, outdated notebooks were left by the author. Each page h
The sweet scent of cake is calling me. "... Wake up... Hessuel, wake up!" That voice resonates in my head. I'm trying to respond according to its dictate but my body seems to lack the strength to move a finger. "Hessuel, can you hear me!?" her voice trembles. I throw all the energy to open my eyes. I thought 'twas the rain that drops on my face but it was Dandeline's tears. I can't speak. Another familiar voice resonates before I groan from the severe pains in my body when I'm moved. "I'm sorry. You have to endure it well," Matheo pardoned. ☪ ✧ ✧ "Hey, Hessuel... that's what you're called, right?" A girl wearing a peach dress is looking at me with her knees bent, elbow on it, and chin above her palm. She's smiling sweetly but notwithstanding this stranger is frightening me considering my weak condition. I'm howling and groaning at her to keep her away, but she reaches me howsoever with her gentle hand. "Let me help you! I'm not a stranger, my parents and your father have s
"You were preserved in a giant owl nest for about two centuries. Your father, who is the Eldar, did it. He wanted to keep that explanation with you. The moment you wake up, your power remains sealed, your appearance is altered, and memories are concealed from you. But of course, your father won't let you wander alone. "My ancestors are direct relatives to your father. They adopted him at a young age and trained him to live with humans. A similitude with your experience. To watch over you was his plea. He wanted you to end someone's condemnation and weaken the enmity of the werewolf race. Not even that reason is clear to me. Maybe you'll understand soon. I entrusted you to my brother when the Vengeance pack has their eyes on me. I had to hide in this dimension throughout those years. That also means that I cannot guarantee your safety if you're with me." "It was all your fault after all," Zaeramil is glaring at me when I look at him, "why my family suffered separation for years." "H