CHAPTER 127

“That's impossible! I-I can’t even shift!” I snarled back at him, but in the blink of an eye, he vanished.

“H-Hey wait!”

“God of the Moon?”

“S-Sir?”

I tried to call him several times but no one’s responding anymore. I feel empty in this room again, with a void presence compared to earlier. Then my eyes darted at the mirror. I slowly walk near to it, to look for a closer view of this unimaginable physique.

“Y-You are me.” It’s mine. This beautiful face. I hope this time I’m not dreaming anymore, because if yes, I wouldn’t want to wake up. All my life I’ve been wanting this, just to be treated right. It sounds dramatic but this has been my desire since I was a kid.

But according to the God of the Moon, when the daylight comes, the scars on my face will come back. How am I able to deal with the pack during the night only? Will they believe that I am Cassiopeia with these scars? The idea sounded absurd and there’s a higher probability that they will just laugh at me.

However, at th