Carolyn's POV:
I had fantasized about her appearance, using my and Father's faces as a blueprint, but every ti I tried, it failed because I knew there was an elent I would never know-the pure white witch, the woman who died for love.
But precisely because I had so many fantasies, I wasn't surprised when I saw Adele; instead, there was a calm feeling of 'ah, indeed'.
I must admit she was an exceedingly beautiful woman, with every curve and angle of her facial features perfectly in place. Her skin, pale from years of absence from daylight, displayed a morbid pallor, a kind of poignant beauty pursued in classical aesthetics.
But that head of dry, white hair ruined everything.
Dry, pale, and floor-length, the long hair mixed all the beauty into a chaotic ss, wildly displaying its owner's painful and unbearable life. All the suffering condensed into this long crystallization.
Adele's gaze was empty and dull; she did not react to our arrival and didn't even notice the guards watching her. Her world consisted only of herself, with everything else being transparent air.
The head warden of this prisoner was in charge of the entire mansion. He stepped forward and said, "Your Majesty, Sir, Madam, just a while ago, the prisoner suddenly displayed unprecedented madness, attempting to escape through the windows. Additionally, the detector left by Master Mary detected intense magical fluctuations, reaching the limits of the dial."
"Magical fluctuations?" the forr king raised his eyebrows in puzzlent. "But her magic was sealed when she was captured, and the werewolf grandmaster reinforced it several tis afterward. Do you think the seal has failed?"
The head warden deliberated, "Actually, I don't believe so because, apart from those few minutes of magical fluctuations, the prisoner did not attempt to escape or attack with sorcery. Since then, we have secretly monitored her magic fluctuations and found no abnormalities." Besides this, the head warden had nothing more to say as he wasn't well-versed in sorcery. The forr king ordered, "Notify Master Mary and Master Kevin to co imdiately and find out what's happening. In addition, have Aldrich send a team of experienced warriors to reinforce the guard to prevent mishaps. The others will continue to closely monitor Adele and close off the roads within a one-kiloter radius of the mansion until the werewolf grandmasters and the support team arrive, prohibiting unauthorized personnel or vehicles from passing."
So, the sowhat disoriented prison guards imdiately got busy.
The two people tightly restraining Adele released her under the forr king's signal, but she remained indifferent, staring at the sky outside the window, seemingly fixated on so intangible point.
She seed to be whispering sothing, and when I got closer, I heard her mumbling, "The moon... has disappeared, disappeared... the moonlight is gone..."
Of course, you couldn't see the moon in broad daylight. I didn't pay much attention to it, so I helped her tidy up her clothes, which were ssed up by the rough handling of the guards just now, and then stepped aside, revealing my father behind .
Adele seed not to recognize him and didn't glance at him.
My father stood as if rooted to the spot, less than three ters away from Adele, yet it felt like three light-years apart. An invisible chasm stood between them, making everyone aware that there was no going back for this father-daughter pair with no affection left.
So, they remained silent like this, Adele looking at the sky and my father looking at her.
The forr king sighed softly, patted his old friend's shoulder, and walked to the side to listen to the head warden's report. I stood between my father and Adele; their silence made feel a kind of inexplicable sorrow as if a lunatic could also feel sad as if a negligent father suddenly rembered the love he had neglected for his daughter.
They remained wordless until the werewolf grandmasters hurriedly arrived.
Master Mary and Master Kevin took away Adele. They needed to examine her in a vacant room upstairs, which unavoidably involved removing her clothes. Even though she was mad, they still treated her with due respect.
My father slumped on the sofa, completely aged in appearance. It was as if coming to this mansion had turned him into a different person.
"Are you okay?" I handed him a cup of hot tea that I got from the guards, one of the supplies provided for Adele. The queen never mistreated her regarding food, clothing, shelter, or transportation.
My father took the cup and forced a smile before resuming his silence.
After a while, he took a sip of water and said dryly, "Confronting one's mistakes is not easy, my child. Tornt and regret are questioning , and I have no face to answer anyone here."
"Do you consider Adele a mistake?" I asked.
"No, she is not a mistake but a living person. The mistake was leaving a living person alone here because of cowardice and guilt. I left her alone here, but I must eventually face my mistakes. But I've long missed the last chance; there's no room for redemption."
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