Vivian's POVEver since my identity as a witch became known to everyone in the palace, I have felt like I have become an outcast among them. Well, I was already different from werewolves, but the way they looked at me made me uncomfortable. I felt a sense of exclusion. Especially when Delia and Alen weren't around, the pranks against me became more frequent.First, my clothes and belongings kept disappearing, and then I would encounter all sorts of strange things while walking down the street.Of course, sometimes I couldn't understand the behaviors and things of the werewolves either. Now, I found myself staring at a giant wolfhead sculpture that suddenly appeared before my eyes, rolling my eyes helplessly. It was ridiculous. Who would put this boring thing in a corner of the palace?I continued walking. As I reached the corner of the corridor, I heard some rustling sounds.My instincts kicked in, and I discreetly moved my hand to perform magic. The runes on my robe reappeared as I c
Vivian's POVI made my way through the bustling crowd in the hall, using magic to sense the environment and track the scent left by the gray-clothed man. From the moment I first laid eyes on him, I could faintly perceive a scent similar to my master's. But I had never heard my master mention this person. Since the day she adopted me, we have always lived alone in the dark forest. My master would occasionally leave, but she never told me where she went or what she did there.As I pondered, my steps never ceased. I swiftly passed by the sanctuary, the hall, and the exit.The scent left by that gray-clothed man grew fainter and fainter. My heart tightened. Could it be that he had already sensed someone following him?Sweat started to form on my forehead, and my feet grew a bit restless. I ran all the way until I found myself stepping into the palace garden."Tsk, tsk, tsk, you must be Alice's only disciple," a voice, elegant and charismatic, echoed as if playing a joyful piano tune under
Vivian's POVSomething's not right.I'm hiding in the bedroom, pacing around with my arms crossed, like an ant trapped in a hot pot with no way out.Ever since I encountered that mysterious man in the garden – no, I should now call him Albert – my mind has been in turmoil.He's definitely not a messenger for the rogues, or more accurately, not a werewolf at all. I bit my lip, recalling his appearance and that peculiar scent. It was a chilling, somewhat sweet smell, mixed with the stale stench of old blood. It didn't have the warmth and vitality that werewolves possess.It's... I clutch the hem of my robe, my mind racing back to the knowledge my master once imparted to me. Suddenly, a memory strikes me.It was a snowy winter's night, and my master and I were sitting by the fire in our cabin deep within the forest. Her long, translucent nails tapped against the window frame as she gazed at the moon in the sky. She smiled and said, "Vivian, do you know what else besides werewolves are ca
Catherine's POV"Open the door," I said softly to the soldier guarding the prison cell."Miss, I'm sorry, but we can't grant your request," the guard in black armor glanced at me and continued, "I apologize, but this is not a place you should be."I wasn't surprised by his attitude. I guess many people, especially nobles like me, have made similar requests before. After all, this was the most special prison in the imperial city, the Black Tower.The Black Tower stood at the far west of the city, and ordinary residents might not even know what it was, thinking it was just a simple building. But we nobles knew that the Black Tower was the chain hanging around the necks of the werewolf aristocracy. It existed before the palace itself, established by the first Werewolf King to detain prestigious prisoners, like my brother, William's son - Lancaster."Of course, I wouldn't come here for no reason," I stared directly into the guard's eyes, taking out the pass with Bud's seal from my pocket.
Catherine's POV"Hmm~" Lancaster whimpered, trembling as sweat instantly covered his skin under the white cloth restraints.I couldn't deny the twisted satisfaction I felt watching him struggle, especially when he was bound like that. If my nails pushed a slight twist in his wounds, he would convulse in pain.Perhaps reaching the threshold of agony, he surprisingly laughed. I arched an eyebrow, observing Lancaster trying to control his breath and enduring the pain as he stared at me through the white cloth."Hahaha, Catherine, pitiful Catherine, my dear sister, you can't kill me."A growing shadow darkened my heart."Father won't let you do it. I know. And you can only obey our father's commands," he said, his red lips under the white cloth turning pale from the pain, yet he continued to sneer, "Let me think, my dear sister. You've come to see me after such a long time, so our father must have figured out how to release me. How about it, Catherine? Are you once again becoming a discar
Catherine's POVAfter I finished speaking, Bud fell into a troubling silence that unsettled me. The underground cell in the Black Tower was excessively spacious, and the candle flames burned steadily and slowly. The flickering light danced in Bud's eyes, as if something was slowly melting within him.Suddenly, his warm embrace loosened, and the frigid air of the dungeon rushed in, bringing a sharp chill."Say that again," Bud said, each word echoing in the dimly lit confrontation. His gaze turned cold, and the corners of his mouth tightened, his deep brown eyes locking onto mine with intensity. His words carried an unexpected anger.He's angry? I found it intriguing as I observed his expression. I raised an eyebrow, feeling a tinge of surprise.Interesting. I tilted my head and narrowed my eyes, studying his indignation. This side of Bud was unfamiliar to me. I was used to him obediently following my lead, often forgetting that he was an excellent and powerful general.I relished the
Delia's povMy consciousness was plummeting, like a stone thrown into a lake, helplessly sinking into the dark abyss."Pearl," "My dear Pearl,"It sounded like someone calling my name from a distant place. Until the voice gradually became clear, a warm touch landed on my forehead, and with great effort, I opened my eyes to find myself once again transformed into a wolf cub, lying by the familiar lake.A woman in a white dress gently picked me up from the shore. Her pale blue eyes carried a smile, as if she was not surprised at all to see me here."You've come again," she said while caressing my face. In her embrace, I felt as if I was lying in a hot spring, incredibly safe and comfortable. I was like a weary traveler finally able to relax completely."Woof," I lifted my head and instinctively nuzzled her face. It was strange. Though I felt lost and confused the first time I woke up here, now I only feel tranquil."How about staying here with me?" The woman lowered her head, and her li
Delia's POVI turned my head in terror, but upon realizing that the person standing at the door wasn't Prince Kral, I couldn't tell if I was relieved or disappointed."Vivian?" I asked, puzzled. Vivian looked like she was trapped by something incomprehensible, and her once innocent face now bore the weight of adulthood's sorrow."What happened?" I furrowed my brows.A girl in a gray robe stood in the doorway. She kept her head low, her beautiful platinum hair now disheveled, cascading messily over her shoulders. Her emerald green eyes were filled with turmoil, resembling a rain-soaked mushroom."Delia, there's something I need to tell you," Vivian said in a hushed tone."Now?" I looked around awkwardly. Whether it was my current state lying in bed or the mess in the room, it didn't seem like an appropriate time for a chat.But Vivian seemed to care little about any of that. She closed the door and hurried to the side of my bed, lifting her little head, using that peculiar and mysterio
Sibyl’s POVBefore I know it, time is running out like a river. My two children, who began as finger-sucking babies in cradles, can now run around the palace. Perhaps they inherited Nuri's strong physique, and even the quiet little princess Terese was full of energy. The wet nurses had run to follow her but she was not tired at all.Today, after breakfast, I caught them trying to sneak out again."Sit your asses down!" I said sternly.The two little ones made faces and sat back in their chairs.Unexpectedly, the child's father suddenly protested. "Children are young. They are at an active age now. Why should you restrain them?""Have you forgotten what day it is?""What day?" asked Nuri, doubtfully, putting down her cup.I knew it! I took a plate of peeled grapes from him and said, "Selene and Lowa are coming to visit us today. Lowa is bringing her little girl!"Shortly after my children were born, Lowa returned to Werebird kingdom with Manolo. Within two months of their return, I rec
Sibyl’s POVSince the birth of the little prince and Princess, the whole palace has become lively. Nuri's excitement is hard to describe. He immediately declared the young prince, Baron, a crown prince and gave him an estate. However, he is still young and currently lives with his sister in a bedroom in my palace.In order to take care of the two children, Nuri arranged for each of them to have three wet nurses and eight maids. He had even begun to think about their playmates.Carol was even more excited to see them every day. She came in the morning as soon as the sun rose, and left reluctantly after dinner.Now all eyes are on the two children."Our Baron and Terese are very popular. Whose credit is that?"Nuri rocked the cradle and looked at me like a big dog with a face full of praise! I couldn't bear to watch. I picked up Terese, who was munching her fingers, and kissed her soft, white, meaty face."Little Terese, who is your mommy?"The little guy looked at me in a daze and sudd
Roth’s POV"Sibyl... my baby..."Blayze's voice travels in Nuri's ears. His hands were tugging at Nuri's, blood gushing from his mouth, but he did not stop, calling the Queen's name again and again.Beowulf pounced. His broken arm was flailing feebly in the air, and Nuri dropped Blayze to avoid his attack. I climbed over and pulled Blayze aside to sit against the wall."How could she be Azariah? Didn't she die in prison?"Blayze didn't answer my question. He didn't even look at me. He just stubbornly called out the Queen's name. Does this really work? Can we wake the king?"Nuri, wake up! Sibyl is unconscious because of you. She is pregnant with your child! She almost died because of you!" Bellowed Beowulf as he dodged Nuri's attack, shouting Sibyl's name along with Blayze. Tears blurred my vision. I wiped my face and joined them loudly.May the gods protect us. The love between the King and Queen could be the antidote to this disaster.For a moment, the council chamber was filled wit
Selene’s POVThe whole palace was in disarray. The doctors were all called in, and the maids went in and out like ants on a hot pan. Everyone was scrambling to do something, but they didn't know which way to go, because the only hostess was still lying in bed, unconscious."Stay calm. You are all trained. Follow the rules." Nuri's grandmother's voice rose into the night, suppressing the panic. She took the maid's hand and got down from the carriage. She glanced at the maids and the doctors, and everyone she saw lowered their heads."We don't need so many doctors. Those who are not good at delivering babies can go home."When she had finished, some of the doctors, after a moment's hesitation, came forward, saluted, and hurried off.“Amy, divide the maids into three groups. One group will prepare hot water, the other will clean up the delivery room, and the last group will serve the empress at any time. If anything goes wrong, the person-in-charge will be punished!”Amy hurried to assig
Sibyl’s POV"Your Majesty..." Amy hesitated."Are you asking me why I didn't kill her?" I stopped and looked up at the Black Sky, where the moon was shining brightly. The stars twinkled in the sky like jewels on a dress."Maybe the moon is too beautiful tonight. I don't want to spoil my mood."Many innocent souls stayed in the palace. Every brick and tile was soaked in blood, and I did not want to add to it any more.The maid thought she was going to die, too. She closed her eyes and waited for the poison to attack, only to find that the pain she had imagined for a long time had not come. She slowly opened her eyes tentatively and looked at me hesitantly."Ah..." when she opened her mouth to speak, she found herself unable to make a sound."I took your voice," I motioned to Amy with my eyes. Amy handed her a bag of gold coins. "This is my compensation to you. I will still keep my promise to you. You can leave the palace tonight. I will let you continue your life as a commoner."With t
Sibyl’s POVThe evening party went on as planned. On the rows of brass candlesticks, carefully carved candles burned brightly, illuminating the faces of each visitor. The scent of ladies' perfumes filled the air, and expensive jewelry glowed in the owner's hair, earlobes, and neck. Everyone smiled and complimented each other."What an elegant crowd." I stood in the shade outside the door and looked at the nobles in the ballroom. "If I hadn't seen the fierce faces of the jealous ladies and the greed of the men in calculating the wealth of the common people, if I hadn't seen the despicable ways in which ministers use their power to do evil," I paused, i turned to Amy. "This is heaven, isn't it?"Amy looked at me in silence, and I knew the question frightened her. How can the nobles be so easily judged? Most people would think so. Nuri still had a long way to go. If he did not change the concept that everyone feared the nobles as much as the gods, the new nobles that he supported now wou
Sibyl’s POVLowa shifts into a giant bird. I sat on her back and soon saw Aphrodite's palace. With no intention of slowing down, she dived straight for the palace door, causing the maids at the door to scream. I walked to the door with a sullen face. Lowa shaved her feathers and shifted back to being a sexy lady.Not surprisingly, there was another shriek from the maids, and several of them had collapsed to the ground. I saw a familiar face among the maids, whose name I can't quite remember, Anna or something. On Aphrodite's first day at court, I met the maid.She's not doing very well. No, rather badly. She was not a pretty girl, but she was impressive, and now her hair was as yellow as a weed, and her figure was unusually dry. The once beautiful eyes also lost their love of life like a pool of stagnant water.She felt my gaze and looked up at me quickly. Her eyes sparkled, but soon became dull. She changed in an instant. When I blinked and looked at her again, she was still lifeless
Sibyl’s POV"Nuri is exaggerating." Selene looked at the room full of clothes and sighed. "So many clothes. Even if there were a few more of you, you would never wear them all!"I looked at the rows of clothes, heart half sweet half trouble. Nuri is in love with me, but, as my sister said, I really do not have time to wear every piece of clothing again. Looking at so many beautiful clothes that I have no chance to wear them, it makes me feel very wasteful."These are all new. Do you like any of them? If you don't mind, just take the ones you like!" I said to Selene. When Lowa heard this, her face darkened and she looked at me angrily. "You have a real sister, and have you forgotten about me? You are so biased!"Selene looked at me awkwardly, worried that something might happen between me and Lowa, and I patted her hand. I smiled at her and said, "She's just kidding!" I turned to Lowa and rolled my eyes at her. "Why are you teasing her? Come on, I'll give you all the clothes in this ro
Nuri’s POV"What's all this?" Beowulf asked as he casually flipped through the notes on my desk. He gave me a smirk. I looked down and coughed."How come I don't remember us getting so close?" His tone was too casual and intimate, as if we had known each other for more than a decade, which made me very uncomfortable. He is the king of the land of the Bears. While I respect him as a hero, that doesn't mean my social distance from him can become intimate. But he didn't seem to feel that way at all."My wife is your wife's sister, and we are brothers, a family! We know each other like the back of my hand!" He took another book from the shelf, he exclaimed, "I always thought that you were an ambitious hero. You spent all your energy on running the country. I can't imagine that you're actually a nanny!"My bookshelf is lined with books on children, medical and educational, from infants to teenagers. On the desk are several thick notes that I have made. These are all the questions I ask doc