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Haiban leads the way on these snug paths in the ship. "Wow. She never changed. Not even centuries can rot the ship." "What's with this ship? It's... like a mansion standing in the middle of the seawater." "This was my offering to Captain Afvshaganifs before she gave me the spell to retrieve my life again." I hum. "Oh, that's why it's majestic." "I thought it creeped you out?" "Emotions are changeable." The noise of cheer inside the room caught our attention. Strong lights and shadows of moving people are coming from there. We approach there in a stealthy manner and squint at the doorway. The very first scene I saw is a stumbled man with an ax gaffed in his face! Every pirate is cheering for the death of that man. And when the captain yanks off the ax from his face, the man I thought was lying dead inhales and stands on his feet! The weird activity continues without the eliminated man. Two pirates are passing the ax to one another while there are about 7 foreign people an
"A cage?" Haiban asked while eating a chocolate bread from my kitchen and pricking a tiny piece for Acro. "To avoid another harm." I showed my wounded hand caused by Hessuel's attack. "And to keep him from running away like he always does lately. Do you mind?" "Nope. It's your strategy. I'm only an audience." I pull out the blanket covering the cage Hessuel's wolf is in. His reaction doesn't change from the last time; he's growling at me and aloof. "You can understand wolf language, no?" I look at Haiban again. "Why is he acting like this?" His shrugging shoulders contain sarcasm. "Because you cage him." "No, I mean," my voice lowers in dismay, "he's been like this ever since he died." Gradually, I sat in front of the cage, sticking my eyes at Hessuel who's been glaring at me like a powerful prey. I unleash my spellbook and with dear compassion, I recite the spell. A big enchast appeared underneath our feet and the rings of its light levitate around us unsteadily. This spell f
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
If you’re here because you’ve finished reading the book, you have my deepest gratitude. To anyone who gave their best to read this book, in any legal way (or not through a 3rd party beneficiary), I salute you. Will there be a book 2? -None. Please? -No. This is the end of Hessuel & Dandeline’s story. Seriously, I just tried a werewolf genre and finally proved to myself that this isn’t my cup of tea. We Asians prefer vampires. *chortles* Will the twins have their own book? -No. They will stay kids in your imagination. Will Hrista & Andrew have their own book?-Yes. Their book is part of the contemporary romantasy series I’m building. Which means this book is a side story of that series. It wasn’t the plan at first, this was planned to be a stand alone book, but midway I fell in love with the characters of this book & decided to connect them to the universe of this beloved series. I have big dreams for this series & I want this book to be part of it. Meaning, some of the scene
At the hotel, I remove my outer garments and tight clothes, loosen my shirt and lie down prostrated on the huge bed. All night digging for the newlywed's honeymoon isn't real! I'm too tired throughout the preparation and the whole day of the great day! Dandeline is taking her time in the bathroom and I nap while I wait.But, my waiting took longer than her time inside the bathroom, the squint of sun rays was coming inside the room already! I fell asleep facing her, she fell asleep facing me. I stare at her face for a while, then reach for her nape and hair. She woke up with my touch."Hey…""Why didn't you wake me up last night?" I asked."You seem so tired I don't want to disturb you, so I postponed my plan." She stretches her arms and thighs shortly.
I still woke up late when I am supposed to be the one waking up early! A folded bathrobe is prepared underneath my feet. Wearing that, I squinted in the living room and found Hessuel getting himself ready to leave while holding a bouquet."Where are you going?"He is too occupied. He turns his face to me before looking with his eyes. "I have an errand~"I skip steps and help him fix himself, but then he requests me to hold the bouquet while he fixes his shoes. He seems lively, probably because that's what it feels when money is expected on the way."Where are the twins?""Back to school.""Ugh, sorry, I woke up late."
The day finally came when I sealed the spellbook that contains the power of the moon in front of the pulpit of another mage school. My strength is even lesser now, but it doesn't bother me if this is equivalent to an increase in time with my boys."Is this your final decision?""Yes.""From now on," an enchanter declares, "you are a retired moon priestess. Your name shall remain eminent throughout the mages' history. You have done a good, and quite risky job. Hence, we are grateful for your services." He made me sign the declaration which all the witnesses in this chamber have signed as well.Shortly, I left the solemn room and met Lanasia waiting outside. At first, she taps my toga, and then she hugs me tight. "I'm gonna miss you on duty! You have no idea ho
Afvshaganifs is imprisoned in the main forest castle in an empty room guarded with tough magic. The door is only a messy sketch on the wall and only my power can make it work. I expect to be surprised since it's the captain who's inside. But not at this level— "What the..." Supposedly, the room should be completely empty but she provided a royal chair, a gallant coat dress paired with a big hat, and eye shades for her own while sipping a luxurious wine in front of her levitating spellbooks! "Great. You look more like a lady now. Do you have to dress like that in prison?" "What, would you rather see a hot captain than a glamorous queen?" she replied with the flickering of her painted nails. Her dead personality somewhat mismatches the fashion. The confidence blinds me! "I just hope this has nothing to do with Tanya's influence. Anyway," in front of her, I flipped my skirt first and then sat in the air as if there was a visible couch, "I came here for confirmation after I prosecu
"You're gay?" Hessuel asked."No. A real woman." He magically makes his hat appear in his hand and wears it, later, his tied hair grows longer and as he crosses his legs, his features change into a woman. "I am not a queen of pirates for nothing," she said and her voice was an actual woman!Unable to close my mouth, I can't believe a woman has been flirting with me! She adds,"But I became converted to my male version that even in this body," she approaches me and smells my hair, "this woman in front of me still attracts me.""Shoosh!" I drove her away like a fly!Hessuel pulls me behind him. He is calm compared to me. "Then it means you killed my mother to claim my father? Because of jealousy?" he questioned. I looked at his
(Dandeline's POV)"What? Lanasia is not here!?""She's not in your house? All I know is she visits Hessuel to have his statement regarding the ongoing investigation.""She's not. All of them are gone.""That's alarming."Eventually, instead of Lanasia, I brought Matheo to their old house to ask for his help in the gateway. He opened the door of the dark cellar and told me that "Unfortunately, I am not the guardian of this world anymore. What is your intention there?"Pinching my chin, I stare at Acro in case she can give me an answer. Unless I see them safe, I will not be at peace. Hessuel is not in the condition to go anywhere without me. Perhaps I shouldn't have left those dogs!
A candle is the only light inside. In a blink of that sudden darkness, he turns into an adult again. An ax is hurled at me coming from the darkness and I tilt Lanasia with me to dodge it."Good reflexes," he praised. The ax flies back to his hand. He stretches his hand and grips his clench. I felt a powerful hand strangling my throat and I was pulled onto the table. I am far beyond the reach of his hand but its shadow on the wall—because of that candle—reaches me."Stop this! This isn't going to solve anything!" Lanasia slams the table, and when she is about to do magic, Afvshaganifs casts her out of the room and locks the door.Given that idea, I pushed the table until he was dragged and jammed into the wall behind him. I ran to him on the tabl
I'm lucky to find records about the pirate in my father's journal here in his office. I've spent hours reading to my advantage during our travel whilst the pishnies have been counting my yawns."Look! A big fish~!""Get him!""Hed! Danteleon! Don't jump through that window!"My father and the pirate are indeed friends for a long time ever since their school days up to their mage career. The most helpful record is my father's gift to the pirate in exchange for a reviving spell because this is what we've been looking for. A pishney gave me the blueprint of the architectural design of the ship."Kids! Stop—!"I heard a splash of water.