54: 54 Delia, It's Me.

54 Delia, It's Me.

Delia's POV

I was satisfied to see the frightened, wide-open eyes under the mask of the man in black.

"My whistle!" The man in black hurried to his chest. But it was empty.

I gave him a defiant smile.

"Stupid," I whispered, squinting.

From the beginning, I never thought I could simply kill him with a dagger. The scarf was the bait, just to get him into the water. As I had observed, it would have been easier for him to get on the boat and catch me at such a close distance from the shore. But he drove the Bone Wolves forward. This strange action proves only one thing. He was afraid to go into the water, or there was some magic in the water.

I figured it out the moment I lay on the lake bed. Since I couldn't kill him and my dagger was no match for the Bone Wolves, the only thing I could do was to bet that I could take his whistle and drive the Bone Wolves to my advantage.

Ironically, he thought I was going to kill him with a dagger. It was just a way to relax him. My real goal was to take his whistle away in confusion.

Luckily, I won the bet.

"Delia, I underestimated you. You are the woman Kral chose. You are not like other women."

The man in black gritted his teeth and stared at me. His sinister voice came from under the mask.

I didn't speak. I raised my eyes and looked indifferently at the pair of black eyes. I ordered the wolves with my mind, “Kill him.”

The whistle rang in my ear, but it didn't give me a headache like that for the first time. I was right. This does not work on its users.

Invisible sound waves expanded in the air, and green flames floated toward me at the sound of my whistle.

"F.uck off!"

The man in black shifted into a brown wolf. He faced the Bone Wolves with his head held high. The brown wolf's roar was deafening.

But it didn't work.

My whistle became more and more shrill, and the moment it was blown, all the Bone Wolves here understood my orders without any instructions.

"Ow!"

The Bone Wolves on the shore surrounded me. One by one, they roared at the moon, their decaying skulls turning stiffly, their dense fangs spreading slowly toward the brown wolf.

I stared at the frightened brown wolf, who slowly backed away from the Bone Wolves' advances. But after him is the boundless lake, so he can not retreat.

In the moonlight, the Bone Wolves on the shore ran towards him like a swarm of bees. Their white bones and fur almost drowned him. He couldn't cope with them. He attacked the Bone Wolves with all his strength, but the wounds on his body grew more and more. The Bone Wolves fought like an indefatigable machine.

One by one, the Bone Wolves were reduced to ashes, floating in the air. Bones littered the shore, but more green flames kept coming out of the forest, landing on the ground and solidifying into new wolves.

The brown wolf was getting seriously injured. He had gnawed wounds on all his limbs, and blood ran down his waist, abdomen, and neck. He had little strength to resist.

"Leave me alone, Delia, I. . . I was forced."

He returned to his human form. His pleading voice rang in my ears.

He was lying on the ground. I looked at him and finally stopped whistling. The Bone Wolves stopped at my signal.

"Delia, leave me alone. It's almost dawn. If you sail across this lake, you can go to the palace of the Moon goddess. You're going to win. Why kill me?"

I smiled coldly and watched him crumble and beg for mercy.

Is that it? I ask myself. So this is what it feels like to corner an enemy and watch them beg for mercy. I felt a moment of satisfaction, followed by a kind of emptiness and boredom. My heart tells me it's not enough.

That's not enough.

"Why am I going to kill you? This is a big joke. Why don't you ask yourself why are you going to kill me?"

I heard my own sneer coming out of my mouth. It was as if my mind had temporarily detached itself from my body and floated in mid-air. My white skirt brushed the bones on the shore. Surrounded by wolves. I finally got a good look at the man in black.

His cloak was torn to shreds, his black clothes were dripping with blood from the wounds, and there were fatal wounds to his limbs and heart. The bone was visible in his wound. Only his head could turn around his whole body.

I crouched down and looked at his mask, at him. He was now like a blackfish with scales pulled out of his body.

"I let you go? Why?"

I put my right hand around his neck. Through his pupils, I saw the strange expression of the reflection. I found my face full of arrogance and domineering. The corners of my mouth curled up slightly. The mocking look was almost identical to that of His Highness Kral.

"You're surprised, aren't you? Let me see who you are before you die."

My soft white gloves pressed against his black mask. With a sharp look in my eyes and a sharp thrust in my fingers, I lifted his mask to see who was trying to kill me.

The face under the mask had features similar to Catherine's. He also has black eyes and red hair, but he is more attractive than his sister.

He's... Lancaster!

My pupils constricted and a thought occurred to me: did Catherine send him?

Yes, his sister was the only one who won the test when I died. What a close family.

I can't believe I even had the slightest idea that Catherine might be a good person for the time that she saved my life. I suddenly remembered Catherine's twisted face and the harsh question.

I was so naive. The thought of how easily I had tried to express my trust in Catherine, the anger of being fooled, was overwhelming.

Kill him, kill him, kill him, kill him, kill him!

"Go to Hell!"

The Bone Wolf fetches the dagger for me. I stare at him, sneer. The blood in my body was restless, and I took a deep breath, clutching the dagger, ready to drive it into his heart in his frightened eyes!

“Delia！!"

"No, no, no!"

Lancaster's howl and a voice calling my name were mixed together in a trance, as if they were hallucinations. The next moment, however, the dagger in my hand was hit by a stone from nowhere. I tilted my hand and the dagger went straight to the ground.

"Who!"

I jerked back in alarm. My nerves are on edge. The Bone Wolves immediately surrounded me. Deep in the dark forest, a familiar tall figure emerged.

The moonlight completely illuminated his face.

Kral!

"Delia, it's me."

A deep voice came into my ear, and I watched the shadows fade from his face. His face was so close to mine.

At the moment of his appearance, all the Bone Wolf showed submission and fear. They fell back, sobbing, and retreated quietly back into the forest, to hide again.

But I have no time for them. All my sight was occupied by that figure, like a wandering traveler who had found his hometown.

He was wearing the white shirt I knew. His long, powerful calves were wrapped in black combat boots, his hands were covered in black gloves, and his hair was spread loosely over his broad forehead. He was not so serious as in the palace, as if he had returned to the way I had seen him for the first time.

The moment I saw him, my restless and sharp emotions ebbed away. A kind of relaxation and complex emotions let my tears wet my eyelashes.2

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