Chapter 275



275 Wanderers

Selma Payne’s POV:

I stuck out my tongue in embarrassment and said, “But eating relaxes me, Mother.”

“You’re not a baby anymore. Are you going through some kind of growth spurt?” My mother didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. She called Bertha over to give me three small blueberry cookies. “This is the last snack. No matter how much you want to eat it, wait until dinner. Restraining desire is also an important lesson in learning.”

I quickly swallowed the three small biscuits and mechanically flipped through the routine report. I suddenly remembered: it was Sunday tomorrow, the gathering of the New Moon Goddess’ followers.

It wasn’t exactly a ‘gathering’, but a large-scale assembly. In the three years that I was unconscious, the Sunday Assembly was originally held by my followers to refine the power of the divine shards to feed me. When I woke up, I stopped this. It was too much for a living person to be worshipped like a god!

However, the blessed still retained the habit of gathering on Sunday. Since I had clearly stated that I didn’t want to be disturbed, the gathering became a platform for eating, drinking, and communicating feelings.

I wanted to go too. A party with hundreds of people must be very lively. However, Dorothy advised me not to because even if I no longer thought of myself as a god, in the hearts of my followers, I was still the goddess who had given them a chance to rebirth and whose souls were connected. Such an identity would make the kins unable to let go, turning a happy gathering into a dull worship.

So I had to give up.

When I thought of kins, I couldn’t help but think of Master Kevin and his non-existent wife.

I thought my parents might know something, so I asked, “I met Master Kevin at a fashion store today. He seemed to be ordering a dress for his wife. From the staff’s tone, he does this often. Is Master Kevin married? How come I’ve never heard anyone mention it?”

To my surprise, they didn’t answer me. Instead, they were silent.

“What is it?”

Such a reaction made me even more certain that something was hidden, so I pressed on.

Finally, my father put down the documents in his hand and said softly, “This is a sad story, child. Speaking of which, I think it has something to do with you?”

“With me?”

“Yes. Speaking of which, it’s been twenty-two years since that incident.”

Twenty-two years, and I was twenty-two years old this year. Thinking about what happened twenty-two years ago…

“Could it be related to my disappearance?” I made a bold guess.

My father nodded again. I had guessed correctly.

Then, I heard a sad story from my parents.

Twenty-two years ago, when I was just three months old, something big happened to my Lycan pack.

With the cooperation of a few elders who were dissatisfied with my father, a group of brutal wanderers broke into the palace and took my mother and I away while my father was attending a charity event.

At that time, the captain in charge of the palace guards was a she-wolf named Layla. She made a prompt decision and divided the guards into two teams to chase after the wanderers who had taken my mother and me. With her wise command, the wanderers who had kidnapped my mother were quickly executed, but another team was in trouble.

It turned out that there was a sorcerer among the wanderers. This mysterious werewolf grandmaster, who was not in the records, had caused the guards to suffer a lot. However, they were afraid that I was still in their hands, so the guards did not dare to use forceful means. They could only passively follow the other party’s traces.

By then, the opinions were divided into two factions. One faction believed that the soldiers who had received the emergency transfer order had already set off from the barracks and would soon come to rescue and that the guards should wait for follow-up arrangements for the time being. One faction thought that if things continued to develop, my life would be in danger, and it was better to try their best to save me.

Layla firmly supported the latter and rushed to help another team of guards despite their objections. My mother, who was still in shock, insisted on going with her. She wanted to see me out of danger with her own eyes before she could feel at ease.

With Layla’s help, the situation quickly reversed. The guards crushed the wanderers, and only the mysterious werewolf grandmaster was left to escape with me. However, Layla quickly defeated him with a sharp arrow that was said to be a relic of the Moon Goddess’ human incarnation. We returned triumphantly.

She was warmly welcomed by the people like a hero and personally returned me to my mother’s arms.

However, no one had thought that there was a conspiracy hidden in this.

Just as everyone let their guard down, a black mist suddenly spread from Layla’s body, covering everyone’s eyes and ears. It turned out that the mysterious werewolf grandmaster had used some kind of sorcery to attach himself to Layla’s body. He took advantage of the time when everyone’s ears and eyes were blocked and kidnapped me.

No matter how long they searched, there was no result. There were even rumors that I was already dead.