44 The Self
Dorothy’s POV:
That day ca without warning.
My mixed bloodline silently and rapidly exploded. Without knowing it, I beca a witch with a wolf.
Or rather, a wolf that could do magic.
I didn’t know how to face my grandmother. She had always hated the half of that was my father’s. Caning, burning, silver whips, smuggled ‘holy water’... I couldn’t even rember how many punishnts or ‘purification’ I’d suffered.
Obviously, all these thods were useless. The witch’s blood, which my grandmother denounced as ‘trash’, finally took root and sprouted in my body.
I was brought to the palace and t with the Lycan King. I believed he was about to execute like he would kill a mouse found in a granary.
That was good too. I was not afraid of death. Death was my release.
The Lycan King was not as imposing as he was on the television or on the posters. He smiled kindly with a compassionate look in his eyes.
“Aren’t you going to kill ?” I asked.
“Why do you think that? Of course not, my child. You are a little werewolf, my people and my responsibility. The King will always love and protect his people.”
“But I’m a witch. If you don’t kill , one day I’ll destroy your land and kill your people.”
“You can’t say that. Be it a witch or a werewolf, there’s no absolute evil.”
“But witches are evil. They are the source of the werewolves’ downfall. I have the witch’s blood, so sooner or later, your pack will be destroyed.”
I heard myself say this, but my heart was so numb I couldn’t feel anything.
“Let all of this end imdiately. End this life that was a mistake. End this pointless life of mine.
While I waited for my judgnt, the King asked, “Do you wish for that to happen?”
“What?”
“Do you wish to beco an evil creature and then disappear from the world like a dandelion?”
“It’s not the question of whether I want it.” I was a little angry, and tears of anguish poured out of my eyes. “I am but a witch! If you don’t kill , I will kill you!”
Just as my grandmother said, this dirty satan’s blood would destroy sooner or later. Then, it would destroy everything!
The Lycan King’s face turned somber. His imposing manner was terrifying.
“No, you won’t, child. Whether you’re a werewolf or a witch, you won’t beco the kind of person you’re talking about.
“I see the pain in your eyes. Sins cause you pain, and your bloodline causes you pain.
“But child, we ca to this world not to let anyone manipulate our lives. Be it a werewolf or a witch, they can’t determine a person’s nature.
“The only ones who can decide what we beco are ourselves.”
The morning sun glowed softly through the window, gilding the King’s body. His expression was serious, but his eyes were filled with love as if I wasn’t a mixed-blood b*stard, but a little sapling that should be carefully cared for.
Alright. Now I got why so many people supported and loved him.
“Thinking about it now, child.” He touched my head gently. “My niece, Selma, is also studying at Sivir Academy. Do you know her? Maybe you can go and hang out with her for a while. The servant will lead the way for you.”
The majestic and kind King left.
Selma, I knew her. She was my deskmate. She was such a lively, beautiful, and noble girl. Was she also affected by this disaster?
As I thought about this, my guilt magnified infinitely.
Everyone thought I was a freak, and no one was willing to get along with a gloomy mute.
Only Selma never cared about these things. She would always chat with with a smile and share the snacks she brought with , even though I would never give her any response.
I didn’t want to be too narcissistic. Maybe her kindness to was just out of her good upbringing and social etiquette, wasn’t it?
However, anyone who experienced getting along with Selma would understand her sincerity. And how pained and helpless I felt for not being able to respond to this sincerity.
This annoying bloodline, in addition to making consigned to eternal damnation, also caused my family and friends to be unable to speak before I was of age. Otherwise, my immature divination ability would bring bad luck to everyone for no reason.
“Elland, are you there?” I contacted my wolf. Her na was Elland, a thin and quiet little wolf like .
“I’m here,” she replied. “I know what you’re worried about, but compared to letting your imagination run wild, it might be better to just visit Selma.”
With Elland’s encouragent, I called the servant over and asked if I could go to Selma.
“I’m very sorry, Miss Selma is still unconscious. When she wakes up, I will inform you.”
The servant’s answer made feel like I had fallen into an ice cave.
I’d heard that so witches’ magic awakened so violently that they made people fall into eternal sleep. If sothing happened to Selma because of , I didn’t know how I could make it up to the only girl who was kind to . How could I face the Lycan King, who had been trying his best to comfort ?
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