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00:00Arthur smiled at Mary's son. Then he dug up my baby's skeleton from the barren hillside.
00:05He took my baby's femur and handed it to his men. They ground the bone slender. They drilled holes
00:11in it. To make a bow. For Mary's son. My child's bones became a toy for the child of the
00:17woman who
00:17destroyed us. I screamed until I bled from the mouth. Arthur never looked at me. My alpha mate
00:23forced me to become a pack whore. I exhausted all my shamanic power to save him. Yet he slaughtered
00:29everyone in my pack including my parents. I begged Arthur to at least spare the infant
00:34in swaddling clothes. But he fed the child's corpse to beasts before my eyes. Then he drove
00:4099 acupuncture needles into my body. Forcing me to become the cheapest whore in the entire
00:44werewolf camp. They say witches heal faster than mortals. Since you won't die, I'll make
00:55you wish you were dead. What he didn't know was, I'd bled out every drop of my witch's
01:01essence while saving him. Now I'm burning out like a dying lamp, with less than three days
01:07left. Suddenly, the figure thrusting atop me got shoved aside. Hands yanked me from the pile
01:13of werewolves in the military rocket. They jerked my neck chain, curling me into Arthur's alpha
01:18camp. Though I landed on soft rugs, pain whitened my face the needles dug another inch deeper.
01:25A searing pain ripped across my scalp next. Someone grabbed my hair, dragging me forward without
01:31mercy. Until black boots filled my vision. I knew those boots. Trembling, I pressed my forehead to
01:39the ground. Your humble servant greets the alpha. My submission earned no mercy from Arthur. His
01:48boot slammed under my chin as he scowled. Filthy. I swallowed my cry along with the blood in my mouth.
01:56My heart felt kneaded into shreds. Filthy. Day and night in that brothel. Enduring those beast's
02:03violations. Even during my monthly bleeding, it never stopped. Now I reeked of their filth,
02:09feeling fouler than rotting sewage. Arthur gripped my chain in disgust. Ignoring my purpling neck,
02:15he wrenched my arm and slashed it open. Blood sprayed, pooling on the floor from my elbow.
02:20Witch's blood as a potent cure a single drop could heal any illness.
02:23Numbly, I watched him scoop one drop from the overflowing bowl to feed the feverish sheevolve
02:29beside him. I never told him my blood had lost all power. Mary clutched Arthur's sleeve,
02:34murmuring deliriously. When the blood touched her lips, her eyes flew open, tearful.
02:41Arthur, I dreamed of the past again.
02:46Fear nothing. No one can take you now. He stroked her forehead with terrifying gentleness.
02:52Watching their intimacy, I paled further as blood dripped from my raised arm.
02:57She was the she-volve he'd rescued from the city. She'd brought him his parents' death warrant,
03:02claiming our witch clan thirsted for blood. That we'd enslaved hundreds of werewolves.
03:07So Arthur took her under his protection, even finding her lost child. They grew closer daily.
03:13I watched the blood pool beneath my feet and wondered how much was left.
03:18Mary seemed to notice me then, hatred flashing in her eyes. She lunged up, striking my face.
03:27Smack.
03:29You witch! Witch clan trash!
03:32I was kicked to the ground. The mottled marks on my body instantly exposed.
03:38Miller froze, his expression darkening as he stared at me, lost in thought. I frantically
03:43wrapped myself in my tattered coat. Overwhelming shame swallowed me whole. Meanwhile,
03:49Mary clung to Miller's arm, screaming hoarsely.
03:52Miller, just kill her!
03:54Miller! Every witch clan member deserves to die! They all deserve death!
03:59I shut my eyes, trembling as I curled into a ball. Miller wouldn't kill me, but he wouldn't
04:03let me go either. True to form, he yanked my hair. His amber eyes stared coldly, lips curling
04:09in a sneer.
04:10Wanna die?
04:11Blood loss made my head throb and spin. I lifted heavy eyelids, gazing blankly at Miller.
04:17The wolf cub I'd once saved had twisted into something unrecognizable, lashing out at me
04:22with claws of hatred, eager to tear me limb from limb. When I stayed silent, his eyes narrowed.
04:30He poured a bowl of blood over my head.
04:36Blood clogged my nostrils as I struggled to breathe. Miller scoffed, tightening his grip
04:41around my throat. My vision whited out instantly, hands clawing desperately at his fingers.
04:48Kay, kill me.
04:51The words made him jolt. His hand vanished from my neck. The moment air rushed back,
04:56his boot slammed into my ribs, sending me sprawling.
05:01My back hit a wooden stool, pain crackling through my nerves. Tremors shot to my fingertips
05:06as the distant man gritted through clenched teeth.
05:09Diana Walker! Seeking death for release? Impossible!
05:15Take her away.
05:18Hands grabbed my arms, dragging me like livestock. Through blood-crusted eyes, I smiled at Miller's
05:24icy face. Three days. Even if I fought death now. I'd still be gone. I lay on the cold haystack,
05:32my exposed thighs covered in malicious red pinches. Ants gnawed at my skin, yet I felt no pain. Such
05:39agony paled compared to all I'd endured. The knife wound on my right arm refused to heal. Moments
05:44later, I was dragged outside again, tightly bound to a wooden stake. I closed my eyes and waited for the
05:51next blow. It always came. My cheek suddenly stung. An arrow whizzed past my ear, embedding itself into
06:00the stake. Pamela gripped a longbow, pouting as she complained to Arthur beside her. Arthur cradled a
06:09werewolf child, his expression gentle. He pressed dried meat into the child's hands, then lifted his
06:15gaze to meet mine across the distance. I frantically looked down. My breathing grew ragged, fingers
06:21fingertips digging deep into my palms. Arthur himself had strangled our child and fed it to
06:25vultures. Now he played the doting father to another. I shut my eyes in anguish. The mere memory
06:31of that tiny, lifeless form. Made my world spin, heart-wrenching violently.
06:40Let me teach you. Three arrows thudded into Miss Holder before the words faded. Excruciating pain
06:46lance through me instantly. My face drained of color. Bean-sized sweat droplets rolling down my
06:51temples. The arrowheads burrowed between bones, pushing the acupuncture needles deeper toward my
06:56heart. I could feel the needles inching closer. Death was the only thing that could stop them now.
07:03I watched helplessly as Arthur draped an arm over Pamela's shoulder. Their necks nuzzled, breaths tangling.
07:09This time their aim was true. My heart. Bitter desolation flooded me as I swallowed blood.
07:16Trembling. I closed my eyes, heart drumming wildly. Pamela quivered with excitement,
07:22fingers loosening on the bowstring. Only for Arthur to clamp down on her hand,
07:26halting the shot. She bit her lip, glaring at me with pure revulsion.
07:30Then she abruptly twisted her stance. As the bowstring snapped, Arthur's eyes widened.
07:36He shoved Pamela aside, lunging forward. When the arrow veered off course,
07:42striking the stake beside me, Arthur froze, his gaze inscrutable. I slowly opened vacant eyes,
07:49staring into nothingness. Still alive. A beat later, Arthur recovered with a cold laugh.
07:57Killing her is pointless.
08:01Pamela, the witch is immortal. Unless you pierce her heart, torture her as you please.
08:10Immortal. He still thought I was immortal. The irony made me want to laugh.
08:16I snapped my head up to see Pamela Jackson standing before me,
08:20dagger in hand. Her lips curved upward. She raised her arm high and drove the blade deep
08:25into my shoulder without hesitation. Searing pain shot through every nerve,
08:30forcing a choked groan from my throat. Another stab followed, plunging into my abdomen.
08:35Blood gushed forth, soaking my robe's crimson. My mouth hung open,
08:40only pained whimpers escaping to agonized to scream. Filthy wretch! This body's how you
08:48bewitched Arthur Miller, isn't it? She twisted the blade violently inside my womb.
08:52Watching my torment, her face contorted with perverse delight.
08:56Now you're just used goods, trash men have worn out.
09:02Still hoping Arthur Miller would pity you?
09:07He doesn't want you dead. Should I grant that wish?
09:10The knife tip dragged slowly across my chest. I stared numbly at the glinting steel. My heart a
09:16barren wasteland. My silence, no tears. No struggle. Not even fear enraged her. Just as
09:22she poised to strike, a child's voice rang out behind her.
09:25Uncle Alpha! Felix wants to shoot the bow!
09:31Felix pointed at the bow taller than himself. Cheeks flushed as he wheedled Arthur Miller.
09:36Arthur Miller, lost in thought, ruffled the boy's hair and flashed me a smile.
09:41Ice flooded my veins.
09:43Very well. Uncle will craft you a special bow from human bones.
09:51That barren hillside. I recall a witch clan corpse lies there.
09:57My breath hitched. I stared at Arthur Miller in disbelief. What was he saying? The only body
10:03on that hill was Annie's.
10:06No! No!
10:08But my screams went ignored. Men soon hauled the tiny skeleton forward. The fragile bones
10:15curled inward. As if still floating in amniotic fluid. My vision went red. Ignoring the hemp
10:22ropes shredding my flesh. I thrashed wildly. Don't touch her!
10:28I beg you don't. Please.
10:32The plea finally tore from my lips. Arthur Miller's mouth quirked upward. Triumph blazing in his eyes.
10:39He arched an eyebrow at me. Yet the next instant, he casually lifted Annie's femur.
10:45I watched them grind the bone slender, drilling holes. Rage surged through my veins. Suddenly,
10:52blood fountained from my mouth. Before darkness swallowed me. Someone cradled my face. Voice
10:59raw with desperation. Untie her! Untie her now!
11:06The last thing I saw was Arthur's face. Twisted with something that looked like fear.
11:12In the dim dungeon. I opened my eyes to find Arthur Miller gripping my arm. Veins bulging on his
11:18forehead. The wound that should have healed quickly now showed faint signs of festering.
11:23Something felled off to him. Yet when our eyes met, he instinctively sneered.
11:30The witch clan priestess is this blind? Just ordinary werewolf bones scared you stiff.
11:38Still lying to me now. How could I not recognize my own child? I stared blankly at him as tears
11:44gushed out.
11:45Agony. Grief. Humiliation. They ravaged me like a raging storm. Arthur froze. Raising a trembling hand.
11:54Before his fingers touched my cheek, I turned away. Choking on sobs. He'd always hated my tears.
12:02Said they made his heart ache. Yet that ache became a slap across my face.
12:08The blow left my cheek swollen. Blood seeping from my lip. He stood abruptly. Fury flashing in his eyes.
12:16His gaze lingered on my wounds before jerking away. Diana Walker. No tricks. I considered getting a doctor.
12:24Seems unnecessary. The bones in my fingers snapped. I winced in silence. He didn't know that no doctor
12:31could save me now. Not even a witch doctor. Then I looked up at his broader frame and smiled through
12:38bloodied lips. Arthur. You've changed. He stiffened. I glanced at my mangled fingers.
12:47These hands had fed him medicine. Stroked his hair. Soothed him to sleep. Even interlaced with his during
12:54intimacy. Now reduced to this. Changed long ago. Had I known you'd slaughter my clan. Arthur coldly pressed
13:04down harder. I'd rather have died than be saved by you. I exhaled. Done explaining. He'd never believe me.
13:17If he did, he wouldn't have massacred my family. Wouldn't have strangled our newborn. But Arthur.
13:23If I met that bleeding boy again, I'd still save him. The weight vanished from my hand.
13:31Mary Jackson and I wed tomorrow. The words stabbed my tattered heart.
13:41They say the witch clan priestess can bless marriages.
13:46At noon's auspicious hour, I'll fetch you myself.
13:52You'll perform our ritual bowing ceremony.
13:55The cell door clanged shut.
13:58I blinked dry eyes and let out a bitter laugh. Tomorrow.
14:02Doubt I'll last till tomorrow. The scorching sun stabbed mercilessly at my skin.
14:07I was roughly pinned on the sacrificial altar draped with ceremonial ribbons. My wounds had long festered
14:14beyond recognition. Pus oozed out steadily, emitting a foul stench. The werewolf beside me wore disgust on
14:21his face, kicking me viciously. The kick landed with brutal force. I grunted, feeling my internal organs
14:29shudder violently. Suddenly, gongs and drums erupted like thunderclaps. I resisted looking up, but someone
14:37wrenched my chin, forcing my head around. There stood Arthur and Mary dressed in shamanic robes.
14:43My gaze locked on Mary's traditional embroidered skirt. Pupils contracting sharply. That dress. I knew that dress.
14:52That bridal gown bore embroidered magnolia blooms in full glory. I had described it to Arthur once, years ago.
14:59Was it coincidence? My heart clenched painfully. Then a bitter smile twisted my lips. Even if it were coincidence,
15:07what concern was it of mine? Arthur and I had pledged ourselves simply under open sky at the temple.
15:14He'd asked tenderly what I desired most. Smiling, I nestled against his chest and looked up.
15:23I want magnolias on my gown when we wed properly before heaven.
15:30Bow to heaven and earth!
15:33The pair knelt slowly, bending forward in reverence. Simultaneously, a rough hand slammed my neck,
15:40smashing my forehead against stone. A dull thud echoed as bone met cold ground.
15:46Agony lanced through me, yet my face stayed blank.
15:50Bow to ancestors!
15:51They cowed out solemnly before the ancestral tablet. Metallic blood suddenly filled my mouth,
15:57trickling down my chin. Everything blurred before my eyes.
16:03Another muffled crack as my skull hit earth. Crimson seeped slowly, staining the ground before me.
16:10Bow to each other!
16:11A smile crept across my lips. The once blinding sunlight now felt strangely warm. Just then,
16:18the wedding flower between Arthur and Mary swelled monstrously in my vision.
16:23Glaringly red. Painfully bright. Blood color surged like tidal waves.
16:29It flooded across my eyelids, swallowing my sight. That final bow my head never lifted again.
16:36Sudden commotion erupted from the sacrificial altar. Arthur Miller frowned. An ominous premonition
16:42instantly gripping him. Yet the surrounding werewolves continued their cheers. Mary Jackson
16:48before him kept her head bowed. Cheeks flushed with shyness. He clenched. The ceremonial ribbon in
16:55his hand. Finally snorting in disdain. Overthinking. What could possibly go wrong?
17:01But I had stopped breathing. When the festivities settled. They followed werewolf clan traditions.
17:10Men and women sharing tables as they drank and chatted. Children darted playfully between the
17:15tables. Arthur's expression softened a rare sight. After years living with the witch clan,
17:21he'd long severed ties with such customs. Amid clinking wine cups, he abruptly remembered.
17:28I still baking under the scorching sun outside. Arthur's chest tightened. He crooked a finger sideways.
17:36The next instant, a lifeless figure was dumped carelessly onto the ground.
17:42I lay motionless. Utterly still. For no discernible reason. Arthur's here.
17:50Tee lurched violently before racing. He scoffed, though his voice quivered slightly.
17:59Diana, quit playing the victim! Get up, now!
18:03Dead silence blanketed the air. The boisterous werewolves sensed the shift, falling utterly quiet.
18:10Arthur's breath hitched. He bolted upright, striding to where I lay. Snatching a nearby whip,
18:18he swung it down without hesitation. The lash tore through the air, striking my body with brutal force.
18:24My body still remained utterly unresponsive. Unnamed panic surged through him, overriding all else.
18:30Arthur dropped to his knees, tilting my head upward. But what met his eyes was a face deathly pale,
18:36devoid of life. His voice faded to a whisper. Trembling hands wiped blood from my cheeks.
18:43Yet it gushed like a burst dam. An unstemmable flow from the corners of my lips. The man's legs
18:49buckled instantly, collapsing beneath him. He frantically cradled my upper body against his chest.
18:55Desperately pressing hands against the relentless crimson tide, eyes hollow with despair. Then,
19:01lifting his head toward the stunned werewolves, he screamed hoarsely.
19:04Give me a doctor! Now!
19:10Doctor after doctor came, each ultimately delivering the same verdict. I'd been dead for hours. Until
19:17one mentioned a witch doctor might still offer a sliver of hope. Arthur's eyes lit up, lips parting to
19:23speak, then froze. He'd slaughtered every last witch clan member. No healers remained. The man sat
19:30numbly beside my body. Clutching my twisted hand, staring at the 99 acupuncture needles extracted from it.
19:38Suddenly, someone stumbled in from outside. Hearing the report, Arthur's face stiffened.
19:44His lips trembled. You're saying my mother and sister have returned?
19:53Arthur Miller froze in place, a chill shooting from his solace to his crown. He lunged forward,
20:00grabbing the face of the nearest sister. The sister's mouth twisted from his grip.
20:07What? Why are you grabbing me? His hand slid off her face with a light flick.
20:11His breathing grew ragged, eyes rimmed red. Not dead. Truly not dead.
20:21Hey! You're cursing me to die? The sister jumped up, punching Arthur Miller's shoulder.
20:31As she opened her mouth to taunt, she saw her brother's unnaturally red eyes. Her whole body
20:36stiffened. Their mother tugged the sister's arm, shaking her head. Then she gazed gently at Arthur
20:42Miller. If that witch hadn't sent guides, we'd never have escaped the woods outside the dungeon.
20:50Arthur Miller. Our clan had a traitor.
20:54Traitor. Arthur Miller numbly mouthed the word. He silently listened as his mother recounted the
21:00whole truth. The witch clan never enslaved the werewolf clan. But hundreds of werewolves imprisoned
21:06in that dungeon. That was real. Only the mastermind wasn't the witch clan. But a female werewolf who
21:13betrayed her own kind. Born rebellious, she murdered her parents and deliberately stirred conflict between
21:19the clans. Mary. It had been Mary all along. Arthur Miller collapsed to the ground. Staring at his
21:27trembling hands, despair flooded his heart. What have I done?
21:34Staggering, he began crawling toward my direction. Diana.
21:43The moment I opened my eyes. A pungent smell of blood rushed into my nostrils.
21:48I stared blankly at the tent ceiling. Why am I still alive? Instinctively, I reached for the chain around my
21:56neck, but there was nothing. At the same time, I realized the wound on my arm had also vanished.
22:03Frantically, I felt all over my body. Why?
22:06My witch powers had long since disappeared. So why had all the wounds healed?
22:12Hi, priestess.
22:13A weak voice came from beside me. I froze, then slowly turned my head. There lay Elizabeth,
22:20my former personal guard, pale-faced and lying beside me. In her palm was a horrifyingly large gash.
22:28Blood gushed out continuously, staining the bed beneath her a glaring crimson.
22:32On her other side sat a bowl. It contained her warm blood. I lifted my hand and tremblingly touched
22:39the corner of my mouth. There seemed to be traces of blood still wet. I suddenly reached out and clamped
22:45down on her hand, which was still squeezing the wound. Elizabeth! Elizabeth, you can't do this!
22:54The witch clan members were ultimately different from me. Though they could heal wounds quickly,
22:59it was only slightly faster than ordinary people. Once they lost too much blood,
23:04their bodies would rapidly age. They wouldn't live more than a few days.
23:11I kept shaking my head at her, tears welling up in my eyes. She gave a faint smile, slowly touched
23:17the
23:17back of my hand, then gripped it tightly.
23:22Hi, priestess. Do you know why the witch clan priestess is immortal?
23:28Elizabeth lowered her head slightly, her gaze gentle.
23:36Because we are all part of the high priestess. As long as the high priestess lives,
23:46the witch clan lives. Tears fell like broken pearls from my eyes. Suddenly, it was as if I had woken
23:54from a dream. I instantly understood why Elizabeth was here. I had sent her to protect Arthur's parents,
24:00and she had fortunately escaped the clan massacre. Now she was here exchanging blood for me,
24:06and it was undoubtedly Arthur's doing. Anger burned inside me like a raging fire,
24:12consuming me completely. With endless despair, I began to scream at the top of my lungs.
24:19Arthur! Why won't you let me die?
24:31I clearly did nothing wrong. So why must I bear all this pain? Even my right to die is taken
24:37away.
24:38Outside the werewolf camp, Arthur paused abruptly at the sound. He clenched his fists painfully,
24:43his knuckles turning white. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. When he opened them again,
24:55his eyes were cold. He walked off in another direction. Elizabeth was fading. I could see it
25:01in her eyes. And there was nothing I could do. I buried Elizabeth's body with my own hands in the
25:06witch clan tombs. The place lay in ruins, littered with bleached bones everywhere. I stood among the
25:12bones of my people and felt nothing. The numbness was worse than the pain.
25:18Later I thought of leaving, but Arthur never gave me the chance.
25:23Diana, I've ordered proper burials for all witch clan remains. Don't go.
25:32Please don't leave. Inside the lavish Alpha's tent, the man knelt on both knees. Blood oozed from
25:40countless wounds covering his body. Those were acupuncture needles Arthur had driven
25:45into himself for penance. 999 far more than I'd endured. He claimed to share every ounce of my
25:52suffering. But this spectacle only filled me with disgust. Stop playing martyr for sympathy.
26:00Just let me leave. My voice turned glacial as I watched him. Arthur froze at my words,
26:06panic flashing in his eyes. The next instant, he dragged his battered body toward me on his knees.
26:15His trembling hand reached for mine. Revulsion surged through me. I jerked sideways instinctively.
26:22Then my palm cracked across his face. The slap meant nothing to Arthur. He seized my wrist,
26:29gaze overflowing with concern. Did you hurt your hand?
26:34Rage and humiliation exploded within me. My foot lashed out, slamming into his shoulder.
26:41Weakened by hundreds of needles, Arthur instantly paled. A stifled groan echoed sharply in the silent tent.
26:48Watching his agony brought vicious satisfaction. Hatred burned in my eyes as I spat each word.
26:54Does it hurt? But this pain couldn't touch a fraction of my torment.
27:02Countless days and nights of agony. Endless torture. Those needles covering my skin were death warrants.
27:09Constant reminders of my humiliation. All bestowed by the man before me. Suddenly a hand lifted my foot.
27:17I looked down to see Arthur's bloodless lips forcing a smile.
27:22Doesn't hurt, Diana. Do anything to me. Just don't say leave.
27:30His raspy voice held feverish persistence. My heart lurched violently.
27:36The werewolf trader's been captured. That woman. She's why we ended like this.
27:44Arthur's breathing grew ragged. His whole body shook uncontrollably, fingers tightening around my ankle.
27:51Kill her, and we'll go back to how we were.
27:57Mary was hung high on a wooden stake. She seemed to have been whipped for days, with no inch of
28:02her skin left unbroken.
28:04Yet her mouth kept muttering something. From afar, she was a bloody mess, utterly horrifying.
28:10On the other side, Felix was tied to a wooden chair, crying in terror. He kept crying for his mother,
28:18but no one present paid him any attention. Some couldn't bear it, but could only clench their fists
28:24and force themselves not to interfere. I suddenly turned to look at Arthur, who stood calmly behind me.
28:31Even if Mary was at fault, why did he have to torment Felix? He clearly doted on him before.
28:37But now he was willing to throw that child into hell. I suddenly remembered Annie,
28:42whom he had strangled to death, and my lips turned pale. Arthur was a madman.
28:49Why are you looking at me like that?
28:51The man beside me suddenly spoke. I shuddered. Arthur pressed my shoulders and pushed me toward Mary.
28:57Only then did I hear clearly what she had been saying.
29:02Bitch! Damn bitch! A whore for thousands!
29:08Before she could finish, someone beside her cut out her tongue. Blood gushed from her mouth.
29:13I watched Mary convulse in pain, my hands trembling. Just then, Arthur shoved a dagger into my hand.
29:20Then he gripped my hand tightly and aimed it at Mary. He wanted me to kill her. He wanted my
29:25hands to be
29:26as bloody as his. See if she did the same to you. The dagger in my hand grew heavy.
29:32My gaze gradually calmed, and my whole body went limp. Let me go.
29:39Diana. I said let me go!
29:42Arthur pursed his lips but slowly released my hand. Then I threw the dagger to the ground and turned to
29:47leave. But he grabbed my arm, his voice hoarse. Why?
29:53No reason. I just don't like it. I pulled my arm away and looked at him warily.
30:00Arthur, you've changed.
30:03Arthur's eyes reddened, his chest heaving.
30:08I haven't changed.
30:11I haven't changed.
30:13Suddenly, he snapped and, catching me off guard, swept me up in his arms. Then, stone-faced, he headed
30:21toward the werewolf camp. I struggled in panic.
30:24What are you doing?
30:25Arthur gave me a bleak smile.
30:27Don't even think about leaving me, Diana.
30:30Don't rob me of the chance to atone.
30:33I was locked in the werewolf camp. Day and night, werewolves stood guard. Not even a fly could slip
30:40in. Arthur knew I hated him. He never entered the tent. He'd squat outside, rambling about our past.
30:47He didn't know I'd spent all my witch's essence to save him back then. When hatred blinded him,
30:52his mind went blank. He wronged me. In the end, it was simply not enough love. He didn't love me
30:58as
30:59much as I'd believed. As days dragged on, I gradually lost track of day or night outside.
31:04Just as despair set in, someone dismissed the guards and slipped through the darkness.
31:11Your Excellency, the High Priestess. A petite chivalve gazed at me with blazing eyes.
31:16Before I could react snip. My long hair tumbled down behind me.
31:23At the same moment, a new set of werewolf clan attire appeared beside me.
31:29Please leave this place. A weary voice came from behind the small chivalve. I turned to see Arthur's
31:36mother stepping forward. She stretched out calloused hands, cupping a handful of earth,
31:40then gently smeared it on my face. This was the werewolf clan's blessing for travelers.
31:45Suddenly, Arthur's mother and younger sister knelt together. I stumbled back to steps. Their bodies
31:52trembled, yet their devotion burned fierce. Foreheads thudded against the ground boom,
31:57boom, boom, three ritual bows in total. Arthur committed monstrous crimes,
32:05yet he remained stubborn and unrepentant. Mother's eyes reddened, voice thick with tears and helplessness.
32:11Trembling, she pressed a heavy coin pouch into my hands. We raced day and night, but still arrived too late.
32:23300 kilometers west. Exiled witch clan descendants live there.
32:33We found them by chance while fleeing. And this.
32:38A small bundle was offered to me. My heart clenched, eyes stinging. Annie's remains.
32:47This is our clan's debt to you. Run now. Don't look back.
32:54I left, but the path ahead ended abruptly at a sheer cliff.
32:59In the howling cold wind, scattered beacon fires flickered. I held Annie's bones tightly,
33:05locking eyes with the red-eyed Arthur behind me.
33:09He slowly reached out, his voice trembling.
33:13Come, Diana.
33:17Seeing his fearful expression, I smiled.
33:20Let me go.
33:22My voice was soft, yet it struck Arthur's heart like a sledgehammer.
33:28Impossible!
33:29He blurted out instinctively, as if that could keep me by his side forever. My smile widened, but didn't reach
33:37my eyes.
33:37Then I lifted my heel and slowly stepped back. Falling to the bottom, even the witch clan priestess would be
33:43shattered to pieces.
33:46Don't!
33:47His face instantly paled, eyes filled with agony.
33:53Alright.
33:54He finally gave in.
33:56The cold wind whipped ashes from the beacon fires against his face as Arthur gave me one last deep look.
34:01That look was complex, sorrowful, desperate.
34:05He didn't want to let me go, but even more, he didn't want me to die.
34:09I watched him retreat with his men to the mountainside, then run off without looking back.
34:14After all, this life was bought for me by Elizabeth.
34:19I wouldn't kill myself.
34:21Arthur stared fixedly at my retreating figure.
34:24The acupuncture needles inside him had already pierced his vital organs.
34:28Blood gushed from his mouth. He wiped the blood from his lips with a smile and murmured.
34:34If there's a next life, don't save a beast like me again.
34:42By the time I boarded the ferry, no one had come after me.
34:47I collapsed onto the deck, gasping for breath.
34:52As I calmed down, my heart pounded like a drum.
34:56Suddenly, I glanced.
35:00Faint flames glowed in the distance.
35:02My heart leaped, thinking Arthur had caught up.
35:06But looking closer, thick smoke rose steadily from the direction of the werewolf camp.
35:10The werewolf camp was on fire.
35:13Shouts from the werewolf clan's outsiders rose and fell.
35:18But Arthur seemed not to hear, slowly kneeling on the ground.
35:23Amid the raging flames, he was covered in blood.
35:27As his forehead touched the ground, flames mercilessly infilled him.
35:33On the other side, lay the newly tailored bridal gown with floral embroidery.
35:39Only it never met its owner.
35:40The
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