The expected last enchantment cast upon Hessuel should be 6 months ago wherein the Moon Goddess confiscated his Intelligence. But it wasn't. The hierarchy of history is jotted down on the empty page of my spellbook. The latest spell cast upon him was a few days ago. This spell is similar to the spell Captain Afvshaganifs created and shared with me. The only mage I know who could perform it and the closest to Hessuel other than me... is the Eldar I've been with all this time. A myriad of questions overshadows my thoughts. And the only way to wipe it all is to confront him. I wear my sandals again, belt on, and rush to the palace for the second time today. The Delta Chann leads me to Haiban in the guestroom. We found him in his beast form sitting in front of the furnace on a couch with Acro beside him. Omegas are guarding him in their beast form as well. "Father!" ["Dandeline? It's been two hours since we last met~"] I stood up in front of him. "Where is Hessuel!?" ["... You cag
Frenetically, I tie my hair correctly, finger-wipe the oil on my face, and scrape my feet until my toes are fixed on the corner of my slippers. I'm almost on my way down the stairs when I hear voices of men in the living room, one of those is Hessuel's. "She's still sleeping. You shouldn't barge into someone's room, especially a woman’s." "It isn't part of our objective. But we need her today and right now. She oughta nary waste our time. And it's midday." "If you have the consent to enter her room, then please wake her up." "No. I already gave you permission to set foot inside because of that warrant." "And? your stand is?" "Don't order me around. It's your fault you came here at the wrong time. It happened to me, as well as to you. The rule of the house is the same—" "Okay. Fine. Stop barking like a human." "I am human." "We understand you're protective of her rest time. But we've made an agreement." I made my way to the scene. Eleus is here with his younger priest com
The silence made me hear the droplets of the faucet in the kitchen, the cracking of the furnace, and the rustling of the curtain. And those are the awkward sounds of silence after my approach. He has the right to sulk like a woman. And it's my responsibility to reconcile with him. And the problem is I'm walking in the mist towards the beginning... because I'm poor when it comes to romance! "... Can we talk?" "... I'm listening." His subtle response sounded irritated which made my seat hot. This feels like confessing in my principal's office! He can't even look at me. His dreary stare at his clumsy wolf intimidates the mood that this conversation may lead. In any case, "You heard everything. And that's the fullness of truth," I started. "Hessuel, I'm... sorry. I'm truly sorry from the bottom of my soul. I've done it all because I'm scared to let you die. The moon gave you to me. And that was my foolish way to protect the blessing..." "Was it I who pushed you to that decision? Was
"Hessuel, are you sick or horny?" "You haven't changed your clothes yet. We're dead if we both catch a cold." "I can handle this unlike you, you're weaker than ever," I insisted. He was clamping his hand yet too weak to stop me. In the kitchen, I prepared a bowl of water and a towel to sponge bath him again. I sat beside him, pulled the table closer wherein the bowl was laid, and wiped his face first. He's acting stubbornly by pushing my hands away. "Stop... wasting your time. It's futile." "It worked last night. It will work again." Then I persist in wiping him. He clings to my wrists instead. "My father created this weak body. Nothing can make me feel bet—" He coughs dryly. "Even just this instance, let me take care of you!" "..." He finally surrenders his grip and lets me be, silently. I patch the wet towel on his neck, then to his shoulders to absorb the heat. It tickles him when I slip my hand under his cloth to bathe his body too. The flushes on his face worsen. Th
Hessuel was sleeping in his room when I came back, silently watching him nap. I draw my finger on the bridge of his nose to the tip. He's like a pale cabbage sound asleep. Only a few days have passed since I reunited with him, but now that leaked news is trying to withdraw the happiness I have. My hands automatically caress my baby bump. I lost one already and I can't afford to lose two this time. But what can I do against the goddess? Unless I become an Eldar like Haiban. It has only just begun, I won't let anything postpone my dream again. That's how I'll fix myself for the good of this relationship. ☪ ✧ ✧ My delusion tricked me, I thought I'd been cuddling Hessuel's squishy arm but it was just a pillow and the blanket is covering me again. Hessuel is gone—the same scenario this morning. What's different this time is the suffocating burnt food that woke me up! I flip the blanket away and run down the stairs! I almost stumbled for the nth time! In the kitchen doorway, my mouth was
I've been laughing at Hessuel whenever his wolf shakes off the water on him. Worst, his wolf chases its own tail while he's scrubbing its fur and the residue of soap and bubbles are splattered around involving his face. I instruct him to fetch water beside him—from the spa pool, to bathe his grubby wolf. "Your wolf is happy~ It's been six months since its last bathe." I tease, "And you're the reflection of your wolf right now. Clumsy." "Bathing this kind of dog is exciting! Try it!" "I'd rather bathe your human form." He grasps around his arms his wolf to pacify it and scrubs its paws, having a hard time in his life 'tho this is only the beginning! Perhaps he's only a professional in plowing. I bite my lips while watching him struggle, I still like this side of him. Amazingly, this is my first time seeing a werewolf in two bodies simultaneously: the beast and Intelligence. Hessuel is still half-naked and after bathing, his wolf jumps onto me with an extremely happy smile but
I've already crossed a whole city by walking to and fro in my house. "So you're saying... Haiban gave you a weak body to make you useless for the moon's purpose?" "Yep," he said while caressing his wolf, sitting uncomfortably like he's stuck in a box. "Because the moon will use her silver wolves to exterminate her children? You knew she would do this all this time!?" "Yep." "Why didn't you tell me!?" "We're both occupied by our own issues, there was no room for more until I forgot about it when there's room available." I plummet my butt on the couch. "You got a point," I agreed. These issues have been scrambling my mind and time. Although I can only solve them one at a time... without taking a break! "Why do you have to cage yourself in there?" Ever since we heard the moon's force call, he imprisons himself inside the cage I made, together with his wolf. "Dan! I don't want to hurt you again unconsciously! The moon will use me against you. She told me to 'kill them' and I co
I dislike the look on the priests' faces. "It means that the moon withdrew our authority to use her power. The blame is yours, Moon Priestess! If you did not disrespect the goddess, if you aren't too inclined with your emotions, this will never happen! You always act on your own, vaunting about your scholarship. This is why women shouldn't be privileged in mages. Too dramatic! You are no different from your fraud friend!" "Nonsense!" Manjiro exclaims unexpectedly. "Don't put the blame of your goddess's will on my friend!" The young priest takes the right to speak too. "She deserves what she has done. That enchantress brought nothing but trouble to this profession. And it is her fault why the wolves and people around her are affected by her blasphemy! Everything she does is for the satisfaction of her desires!" Then Linly couldn't hold her tongue anymore and stood up firmly. "My aunt is doing this for the whole werewolf race! She's doing the real job of a moon servant, someone who