I heard about the wrestling sport where Shun was the most excellent player. The prize was worth 100 gold coins. I watched him fight on the stage. Boys are uproaring their cheer for him while I remain observant at the corner. Shun wasn't wearing an upper piece. It was the moment, cranky to think, that I was pleased with his hunk body. He was drenched in his own sweat and every time he defeated an enemy, the cheer resonated louder. The guts he had to cheer with the crowd subsided when he found me in the crowd. The fat guy beside me was too busy to watch him, I enchanted my voice with a finger to make it sound like a man then asked, "What are those armbands for?" It had something to do with the rules but it ruined my view of his biceps. He answered without glancing at me, "It has an enchantment that balances the strength of the players." "Oh, to make it fair..." And as I observed, the first one to fall out of the stage loses. Shun was cracking the opponent's arm when I saw him looki
It was the beginning of my friendship with Lanasia. Technically, she's my only best friend, and nagging me about my mate has been a part of it. However, her life is in the line because of the Vengeance pack because of her connection with a silver wolf. We entrusted Hessuel's welfare to her brother, Cormelio. That was a highly confidential plan. One time, I was proud that I retrained any suspicious reaction when Biaco, the Alpha, visited my house. He was looking for Lanasia or the ones closest to her. Too bad, when I honestly told them the location, they knew at first that she was missing. "That's the only place I knew she lives but if she isn't there, I know not where else," I testified. I was caressing one of my dogs on my lap and he was sitting in front of me, discussing Lanasia's matter in the living room. The silence in between our conversation was the sound of distrust. He was suffering the mental torture of remorse throughout his life. His only way to conceal it was to a
I never expected throughout my entire life the pressure of preparing a script to approach that guy! I got a complicated chance when I found him being beaten in his cart. It quickly got into my nerves, making my raging enchast spark, until I saw him turn the table. From that moment I knew that his supernatural strength was working. Some civil knights passed by and I reported the incident. It was my chance to approach him but what happened was my uncontrollable concern for him reached him. The opportunity flew when he hurriedly left. Deep inside, it cracked my chest. Why can't he recognize me? I stalked him like a wind up to the forest where I witnessed his compassion towards a dead slave. That was enough proof that convinced me not to use him to free the slaves. I wanted to save them both. I lost track when he ran away fast, then his owl pet saw me but I overlooked it. I soon found out that he was arrested in the metropolis. I was among the army and the assigned Moon Priest in this
First ammo: act superior. The truth is I felt irritated with the way he humbles himself before his oppressors! He was totally wasting his strength! I scolded him in public, pressed a finger on his forehead to offend him, and walked away like a boss. In the end, guilt scolded me! I just told him not to be 'overly' humble, it wasn't my intention to make him feel extra bad after all the discrimination he had experienced. That act made me realize that I can't be harsh towards him, I'm mindful of his feelings. It was all part of my overthinking because he behaved the same—excited—afterward, especially when we rode the airship. I felt relieved. But that feeling didn't last long when I caught a glimpse of Zithri's mother. We met Zithri and I couldn't stop myself from stalking them that time. We didn't end properly. It trampled my pride that he was with his fiance while overlooking what I gave him: my womanhood. From the look of Zithri's eyes, he wasn't interested in running away anymore.
He fell sound asleep on the seat next to mine. That was how simple he was when drunk. I brushed my fingers to his hair, watching him sleep like an infant and face all red. Even tickling his hair doesn't bother him to wake up. My tipsiness subsided after I cast a spell upon myself and felt more wicked than ever. Now is my chance to take advantage of Hessuel for my own entertainment! In the meantime, I left him and Acro on the table and Matheo led me the way to our free room on the 2nd floor of their inn. It was a horrible room at first sight for a flashy lady like me. And Matheo wasn't quite generous in providing a room for a single bed. I drew a circle in the air with a finger for an enchast and our packed things dropped on the floor. I thought we would have to stay here for several days to discuss our next plan. And I also thought that Hessuel was such a docile and behaving werewolf when drunk until I found him at the root of the fray on the 1st floor. Worst of all, he picked the
Trembling. That was how I held a finger of Hessuel while he was carried by the pishnies using a blanket stretcher. It was the fear of losing someone that made me fragile. Matheo was the only one who pushed me to calm down until we got out through a small abandoned house in the forest. We only passed through it and the exit took us to a different forest where the sun shines. Acro flew ahead of us and I told Matheo that Lanasia was there. I told them that I would block the passage to block Elibur's pack and they all went ahead. The deal we had was irrevocable but the timing was under my supervision. I did activate an enchantment to lock the house and trapped them inside. When I caught up, Lanasia was with her family, dramatically reunited with her son. It was about 10 years since I last saw her before that day. There were tents on the spot. The pishnies took Hessuel inside and I came after them. A few days passed but Hessuel's consciousness was still ambiguous. It was mentally ted
He spent another day with Sherizzah, and that same day, I spent it with Maia and her wolves. They bound my hands behind and took me to a cavern far from the castle. Ominous growls of the werewolves surrounded me while being interrogated by their Luna. "Have we been conned by a moon servant? Perhaps some hunters offered you a bribe?" "What are you talking about?" "Don't deny it. Your action seems dubious. My wolves saw you opened the gate of this land. One of my wolves was found wounded because of an attempted invasion of hunters. How could you do such a horrible betrayal? You must have a purpose why you took the silver wolf here." "..." It was the consequences of my bargain with the moon. All the white wolves hated me, they either wanted death or eviction for me. The giant thorns and the frightful hole behind the Luna told me that they wanted death. Lying or diverting the truth has no room. "I made no bribe with the hunters. What profit can I gain from them anyway?" "Then why d
I came home with a heavy heart. But all sadness left me the moment my dogs welcomed me home. They were all jumping and dancing in joy as I kissed them one by one. Linly, who wasn't expecting my coming, was inside my home. She cooked and prepared everything I needed including the bath so I could take my time to relax. I told her everything that happened ever since we left. That was how she found out how devastated I am. I spent the nights watering my pillows with my tears. My dogs were unaware of my exact situation but they were there whenever they sensed me crying, licking my tears, and cuddling with me. Three is my golden retriever and my sweetest dog. She's also the one who loves to assist me in gardening and errands. She was holding the basket by her mouth when I bought sweets that might comfort me. And every time my mind rewinds memories of him, my spring shall be mixed with my tears again. I told all my emotions to Five. And his reverence while listening to me brought lightnes