werewolf priest

Xi De had initially thought that the werewolf incident wouldn't cause too much of a stir in his life in this fantastical world, so he continued his daily routine of riding horses, archery, and hunting wild boars in the forest. However, the natives' interest in events involving "demons" and "mysteries" far exceeded Xi De's expectations. Less than a week after the incident subsided, a legitimate squad of Inquisition Knights, dispatched by the governor and high priest from the nearby main city, arrived at the noblewoman's territory. Although the matter was settled, as hosts, they couldn't be left empty-handed. The noblewoman hosted a banquet, and the old knight and Xi De were also invited to the lord's manor to recount the events and dine together.
This was the first time Xi De had witnessed the official power of this world. He hadn't quite understood how a matriarchal society could exist before; those who wielded force were, after all, men like the old knight. But seeing the squad of Inquisition Knights, he roughly understood.
The squad consisted of twenty-two male knights, three priestesses, and two female knight commanders. The male knights were similar in style to the old knights, their muscular physiques covered by fully armored suits of armor, their expressions stern and like killing machines. The six female officials, however, were far more fantastical. The priestess wore greyish-brown stockings and boots, her hooded white silk robe revealing large expanses of skin at the chest, armpits, and back—a style reminiscent of lingerie, easily exposed by a slight gust of wind. The female knights were even bolder. At first glance, they appeared to be bikinis, but were actually iron bikinis. Aside from the boots, knee pads, and arm guards, which featured considerable metal, their bodies were almost entirely exposed in a three-piece suit.
Only a narrow, ceremonial rapier, its blade barely half a finger wide, slung diagonally across her waist with a leather belt. Such armor offered absolutely no protection.
However, what truly caught Cid's attention was not the women's full breasts and sexy thighs, but rather the strangely glowing components they carried—intriguing 'mystical artifacts,' resembling magical items.
These could be codes of law, weapons, armor, or even earrings and rings. Their functions varied drastically, but being called 'mystical,' they were naturally capable of evoking what ordinary people perceived as 'miracles.'
The old knight had previously mentioned to Cid that women were more likely to resonate with the 'mysteries' of this world, some even unleashing terrifying 'catastrophic' power. Initially revered as 'goddesses' or 'witches,' they evolved into the so-called mystical noble class with the establishment of the empire. Of course, a very small number of more sentimental men, or fallen villains, could also resonate with the 'mysteries,' but most women were ordinary people. Therefore, women possessing these talents either entered priestly academies or became members of the emperor's personal guard. Conversely, many nobles today did not inherit their ancestors' talents. The old knight's mistress is just using his grandmother's influence to bully others. Theoretically, the responsibility for the werewolf incident lay with the 'mysterious nobleman' who was supposed to protect the area, but the noblewoman lacked the ability, which is why they turned to the old knight.
After the banquet began, the old knight was naturally treated as a world-saving hero, surrounded by noblewomen and officials, while Cid, as usual, drank with the male knights.
"You really captured a werewolf? No offense, but two people? Last time, our hundred-man squad lost thirty men before capturing a single minotaur." "Yes, and not even heavy crossbows or chains? Not even traps? Sorry, but I simply can't believe someone could defeat a fallen being in hand-to-hand combat." Well, Cid understood what they meant. "But the matter has been resolved, hasn't it? Didn't you see the werewolf's corpse?" The knights exchanged glances. "So that's the problem. We didn't see the werewolf's body." "Didn't see it?" Cid was about to ask the old knight in surprise, but when he turned his head, he found himself surrounded by the round, white breasts of the female knight and the priestess. Damn it, are older men so popular in this world?! Well, maybe he should grow a beard too! But getting back to the point, "How could that be? The wolf girl's corpse was clearly sealed and transported to the temple in a nearby city, right?" The knights shrugged. "Well, actually, the local priests refused to show the body. Although the Judgment Knights are subordinate to the temple in terms of rank, we were also wondering why we didn't need to come back if the matter was resolved. Who knew that after waiting for a few days, not only was the original order maintained, but an additional priestess was also sent. Look, it's the one wearing the most clothes." Indeed, she was the most dressed. Xi De noticed her at first glance. This woman didn't show any skin below her neck! And she was wearing the same uniform as the other priestesses, except that underneath she wore a black and white striped bodysuit. Standing next to her colleagues, it was like the difference between before and after the continent's revision! In this society where almost every woman was a pervert, she was too conspicuous!
"What's going on?" Seeing the priestess's icy aura that kept strangers at bay, Xi De felt uncomfortable.
Was she showing off?
"Never seen her before, have you? She's from the Discipline and Ascetic School. They're strictly abstinent, and their secret arts are terrifying." Someone who had seen her said.
"They've been holding it in for too long, haven't they?" Cid said, and the knights exchanged knowing smiles and downed a drink.
The knights of the Inquisition got along quite well with Cid. After all, knights were all born squires, recommended by their seniors, and then earned merit, pledging allegiance to nobles and receiving titles. However, the Inquisition's allegiance wasn't to nobles of all ranks or even the Empress, but to His Holiness the Pope of the Temple. As His Holiness's direct armed force, they cruelly suppressed the fallen demons.
Men are simple creatures; when drunk, they start calling each other brothers. This group of knights wasn't the most elite in the Inquisition, but they were quite experienced, having fought in various battles against alien races—minotaurs, giants, ghouls, and all sorts of other strange creatures. Chatting with them was like listening to fantasy novelists boast, but it was quite interesting.
Although Cid deliberately inquired about werewolves, he gained very little information. The knights said that most information about the Fallen was in the hands of the temple and nobles, and they were often just following orders. This was the common fate of knights in this woman's empire—being summoned and ordered around, and even facing death. So, although the knights verbally disbelieved the werewolf incident, they were quite grateful to Cid and the old knight. Because the Fallen were simply too dangerous, the knights' stories repeatedly emphasized only one point: it was impossible for humans to fight the Fallen alone. This further reinforced the impression in Cid's mind that "the old knight is the Terminator's father." As
night fell and the party was nearing its end, the old knight was still unable to leave. The newly arrived female knight was very interested in his abs, which had stood the test of time, and it seemed she would be studying the old man's waist strength all night. El Cid silently mourned for him, but then he thought that dying under the flowers at such an old age would be a wonderful thing, so he put the man out of his mind and drank heartily with the knights.
Actually, if conditions allowed, El Cid would have liked to use his drunkenness to drag a maid or something to a corner for some fun, but heaven knows why all the maids in this house were so ugly... Hmm! A cold wind blew across his forehead, and suddenly an idea flashed through El Cid's mind. Then he immediately sobered up, hesitated for a moment, walked to a very familiar male servant who served wine, picked up the wine jug and filled his cup, looked around at the nobles at the banquet, and nudged the servant with his elbow, "Hey." "What is it now, country bumpkin?" the servant whispered without moving his lips.
"Why are your maids so ugly?" El Cid handed the servant the wine cup in his hand.
The servant looked to make sure no one was paying attention, took the cup and took a sip, "Hey, it's all because of Miss's bad temper." "Miss?" El Cid's voice trembled.
"Well, Miss thinks she's beautiful and doesn't like having women prettier than her around. Alright, alright, stop pouring." The servant's face turned red after only two drinks.
"Where is your mistress? Which one is she?" Xi De asked, squinting.
"Don't bother looking, she's not here." The servant couldn't hold his liquor, and his face was already red.
"Missed the banquet? What a pity." Xi De continued pouring him more wine. "Does she have a man?" "She went to town a month ago, saying she was going on an adventure. Who knows which lover she's with," the servant hiccuped, then lowered his voice to Xi De to make sure no one was watching. "Don't try to seduce noble ladies like your master. This family looks quite wealthy, but they're actually quite poor. Last time, those merchants brought a huge treasury of jewelry, and they looked at it for a long time but couldn't bring themselves to buy it. This huge feast is just a show of bravado." Interesting. Suddenly, everything connected. Xi De's gaze fell on the noblewoman forcing a smile beside the female knight commander. Surrounded by these young and beautiful knights and priests, her heavy makeup made her look particularly old and ugly. The old knight was quite gentlemanly, occasionally saying a few words to her, but this attention only made her feel more awkward.
This woman, she really was ugly.
Xi De had a general understanding of the whole situation. The real werewolf was probably not the landlady's daughter, but the noble lady.
After all, according to the Inquisition Knights, there was something wrong with the werewolf's corpse. Since the Inquisition Knights of this world are so professional at eliminating heretics, they certainly weren't just trying to freeload a meal. Besides, apart from the old knight, he was the only 'witness to have personally witnessed the werewolf,' and he never actually saw the landlady's daughter transform; he only saw the scene of the 'werewolf's demise' shown to him by the old knight.
He had been puzzled when he saw the hunters' wounds; they were caused by the decorative rapiers used by nobles.
Rapiers weren't like pitchforks or crossbows; ordinary people couldn't get their hands on them, and knights on the battlefield generally used two-handed greatswords. So, the one who killed those hunters was most likely this noble lady with ample time and motive. Given her jealous nature, which even she couldn't stand among maids, Little Red Riding Hood was probably her only friend of the same age and the source of her jealousy. This explains why the girl repeatedly survived tragic encounters; as for the servants she killed, it was probably for secrecy. If this noblewoman's werewolf bloodline suddenly awakened during negotiations with the merchants, leading her to kill everyone to maintain secrecy or out of revenge, and the old knight, through her mother's connections, had been helping to cover up the truth, then everything would make perfect sense.
However, these are merely Xide's speculations; he has no evidence. Due to the noblewoman's subsequent intervention, the bodies have been disposed of, and even the house has been rebuilt. Given the old knight's character, he would never leave any oversights. The noblewoman, who has never appeared, naturally has a solid alibi. Little Red Riding Hood's testimony would have been the strongest, but if Xide's guess is correct, even if she wasn't silenced, she should have fallen into the noblewoman's hands and most likely been thoroughly exploited. The only thing that could be questioned is the bar girl's body, but as the judging knight said, even they only have a superficial understanding of werewolf information; how could that be used as evidence? As long as the noblewoman doesn't act foolishly and transform to kill at this crucial moment, the knight will never have a reason to arrest her. Besides, who knows where she's already gone?
"Really, I've been played the whole way." Xi De watched the old knight's retreating figure, shaking his head with a wry smile. To be honest, he only just learned about the noble lady. And he really couldn't tell the old knight was such a hypocrite. No, perhaps the old knight's initial plan was just to destroy the scene and eliminate evidence for the noble lady; it was Xi De's initial deduction that harmed the landlady and her daughter, making them scapegoats.
Thinking of this, Xi De really lost his appetite for drinking. He went to the garden alone to feel the cold wind. He didn't intend to be enemies with the old knight who had taken him in, but this time, the old knight had gone too far.
He really couldn't understand why.
"You're the squire, aren't you? I heard you were present when the werewolf was hunted. I have some questions for you." The ascetic priestess emerged from beside the flowerbed. Under the bright moonlight, just like her, the priestess stared coldly at Xi De, with the look of someone looking at a cockroach.
While he could understand that she probably couldn't maintain her abstinence without seeing men as cockroaches, Cid was still annoyed by being stared at like that. "Bitch." "What?" The priestess frowned; her woman's intuition told her it wasn't a compliment.
"I was praising you, bitch. In my hometown, it means charming and attractive." Cid scanned the priestess's body from head to toe. Come to think of it, if you want to be abstinent, at least wear something loose. What's with this tight-fitting outfit? A repressed slut, huh? Her nipples are showing. "
Don't try to sweet-talk me," the priestess raised her head, trying to look down at Cid, but then realized that even with her high heels, she was still half a head shorter than the attendant, so she gave up. "Now, recount the entire process of killing the werewolf in detail, without omitting a single detail." This woman was probably the one truly responsible for handling this matter, appointed by the upper echelons of the Church. Should he try informing her? This thought flashed through his mind, but Cid immediately dismissed it. Doing so wouldn't do him any good. He already knew the real culprit; he could avenge the deaths in town anytime.
"...And so, by the time I arrived, the old knight had already beheaded the werewolf cub." Cid could see the suspicion on the priestess's face; it was obvious. There was no constructive testimony, just the old knight's story from beginning to end.
"Is that really so? I don't believe you. It's too smooth, like it was prepared beforehand." The priestess's gaze was piercing.
That was only because she had rehearsed that event countless times; of course, it was lifelike. Cid shrugged. "If you don't believe me, there's nothing I can do." "I have a secret method to know if you're telling the truth. Are you willing to cooperate?" The priestess circled Cid, scrutinizing him.
"Cooperation is certainly possible." A secret method? Cid had never seen a secret method before. Although the old knight talked about mystery all the time, he had never seen him use it. Perhaps he was just a mortal who couldn't resonate with the mysterious.
"Then follow me." So the priestess led Cid to a secluded spot in the noble manor. Cid stared at the priestess's firm buttocks encased in a leather bodysuit. Could this woman really be a virgin?
"Alright, here it is," the priestess turned around, pulling off her white robe. "Take off your pants." "...Huh?" Aren't you a celibate?
"This is a secret method for reading memories," the priestess solemnly unzipped her bodice, revealing a pair of incredibly firm, snow-white breasts that sprang out like balloons from her bodysuit. "You can think of it as oral sex, but by tasting your semen, I can know your memories from these past few days." This is ridiculous!
"Aren't you willing to cooperate? Or is there something you're ashamed of?" The priestess pulled her leather bodysuit down to her waist, tucked her long brown hair behind her shoulders, and knelt before Xi De.
Damn it! Why not take advantage of this opportunity! Xi De spat and unbuckled his belt. He was already despairing of this world where even virgins seemed to be saying "Come at me head-on."
"Your penis is quite long." The priestess grasped Xi De's penis with her right hand and supported his scrotum with her left.
"Well, he's the male protagonist in that erotic novel," Xi De shrugged. "After I ejaculate, you can see my memories of these past few days? But it's been a week since the incident, hasn't it?" "That depends on the individual's secret technique. I can see for a month, and only for a moment during ejaculation. You've had quite a bit to drink, so the longer you can last, the better. Don't disappoint me." The priestess gently stroked and massaged Xi De's penis, then looked up
and glared at him. Xi De felt electrified, electrified by the woman who had just treated him like a cockroach, but now was saying, "Later, last longer." Was this some kind of unexpected charm?
"Smoina, Randall, Bringilger..." the priestess began to mutter to herself. Xi De saw the woman stick out her tongue an inch above the head of his penis, chanting strange incantations while spitting out streams of saliva onto the meatus of Xi De's penis. Her hand, holding his penis, kept rubbing it, letting the saliva flow into his urethra. The feeling was very strange, and Xide didn't know how to describe it. Anyway, it was quite warm. In comparison, the stimulation of his testicles being held by his left hand was much greater. The woman kept drawing circles with her fingernails, as if she was writing some kind of incantation.
Is this really some kind of secret magic? The first time he'd ever seen secret magic was when a beautiful woman in a tight-fitting outfit was casting a spell on her friend. Xi De thought his experiences after transmigrating were just too damn bizarre; no one would believe it if he told them.
Xi De looked down at the priestess's smooth, wavy hair and fair, smooth back, and couldn't help but reach out and stroke her shoulder, then squeeze her firm, bouncy breasts along her smooth skin.
When the priestess's breasts were touched, her body visibly trembled, and she even awkwardly tried to push Xi De away, but Xi De could tell she really couldn't stop her spellcasting, so he immediately became bolder.
So he grabbed the priestess's breasts with both hands and started squeezing and playing with her nipples. The priestess's breasts were very well-maintained, firm and elastic. Indeed, the quality of a virgin and a public bus is different. Just looking at the pink areolas aroused Xi De, but unfortunately, this position didn't allow him to properly suckle them; he could only squeeze and pinch them to satisfy his urge.
The priestess chanted incantations for about five minutes before getting down to business. She wrapped her tongue around Xide's glans and began licking it. Heaven knows how she produced so much saliva; Xide felt like he was shoving a hot water bottle inside. Listening to the priestess's slurping and chewing sounds as she buried her face between his legs, Xide's scalp tingled. Who does oral sex like this? There was no thrusting, just sucking and licking. He could feel the priestess's saliva dripping down his thighs. While it was incredibly pleasurable, it was also slightly bizarre. And the worst part was that the priestess's left hand gripped tighter and tighter, growing increasingly hot. Xide felt like his testicles were about to burst. His entire lower body was immersed in a strange, eerie pleasure, a combination of the friction of a woman's soft mouth and the stinging pain of a woman's teeth and nails. It was incredible; Xide was already on the verge of ejaculation, but for some reason, he didn't feel the urge to explode.
"Hey, I said, is that enough?" Since it involved his friend, Xi De was a little worried.
But the priestess didn't care about her servant's feelings at all, continuing to tease and lick Xi De's penis. At first, she was just sucking his glans, but now she had most of his penis in her mouth, going deep throat. Several times, Xi De felt it was inserted to the back of the priestess's throat. To suppress the urge to vomit, the priestess's body trembled, but she persisted. Xi De's penis was "eaten" all the way down her throat, forcing Xi De to straddle the priestess's shoulder, essentially "sitting" on her full, soft breasts to maintain his balance. Looking down, Xi De saw the priestess, her throat visibly bulging, painfully tilting her head back, tears and snot streaming down her face, making gurgling sounds.
Xi De grabbed the priestess's hair at the back of her head, afraid she would choke to death. Finally, the priestess, almost rolling her eyes and losing consciousness, managed not to faint, blinked to signal Xi De, and then released her left hand. In that instant, an stimulation a million times greater than before erupted from his lower body.
"Holy crap! This, this is the secret technique! Damn!" Xi De suddenly grabbed the priestess's long hair and ejaculated into her throat.
"Ugh! Ugh!!" The priestess gripped Xi De's thighs tightly with both hands, twisting her body and struggling desperately. For a full thirty seconds, semen gushed into the priestess's stomach like a fountain, overflowing from her throat. The priestess's face contorted in pain, her fingernails leaving ten bloody marks on Xi De's thighs, even breaking off two pieces of her nails that were embedded in the muscle. But the servant did not stop there. He grabbed the priestess's hair with both hands and began to thrust his hips. The second time, the third time, and all the way to the fourth time, he finally pulled his penis out of the priestess's mouth and sprayed semen onto her face.
Finally able to breathe freely, the priestess spit out a large amount of thick semen with a "pfft," kneeling on the ground and vomiting. Her entire body was covered in semen, all of which had overflowed during the hellish ejaculation.
Xi De, clutching his aching back and panting heavily, had almost thought he was going to die from ejaculation. When he turned to look at the priestess again, he found that she had instantly escaped the pain and entered a chillingly calm state. She was kneeling on the ground, her head raised, tongue lolling out, mouth open with a large glob of semen, her pupils unfocused, staring at something in the void. Her expression was eerily unsettling, almost like a smile.
Was it a secret technique activated? Or had she been ruined? Looking at the priestess's toad-like mouth, Xi De suddenly felt an urge to urinate. A wicked thought arose, and he urinated directly on the priestess. Watching the cold, mature woman covered in his semen and urine, Xi De's possessiveness and sense of conquest as a male were satisfied like never before.
About five minutes later, the priestess recovered from her ecstatic state and immediately vomited. Whether it was due to a secret technique or the exhaustion from swallowing semen, she didn't know. After vomiting, her hand slipped, and she collapsed headfirst into her own thick vomit, her bare chest a mess.
"What's wrong? Didn't you want it to last longer?" Xi De sat down against the flowerbed, enjoying the vicious look in the woman's eyes. If only he had a cigarette right now, he'd be damned.
Then Xi De saw the priestess's round, firm buttocks as she lay prone. She hadn't removed her leather bodysuit; semen and urine only dripped down to her waist. However, Xi De noticed the fabric between her thighs was noticeably deeper, probably already soaked. Thinking it was a fool not to take advantage, he grabbed the priestess's buttocks and gave them a good squeeze.
"Ah! Ah... Ah!" The priestess screamed, but her throat had been penetrated for so long that she couldn't make a sound; she just seemed to be groaning with her tongue sticking out.
"Yeah, I'm so happy, I have to let you have some fun, don't I?" Xi De, with a lewd expression, ripped off the priestess's bodysuit, pulling it down to her calves.
"Oh! You've lost control of your bladder." Xi De grinned wickedly, admiring the glistening fluid between the woman's thighs. He parted the priestess's buttocks and admired her vulva. The virgin's fresh pinkness and the fine brown-yellow hairs, clearly groomed, were plump and moist like a ripe peach. The protruding clitoris could send shivers down a woman's spine with the slightest touch. What a treasure!
"...No... No..." The priestess looked terrified and pleading, desperately trying to turn away, but Xi De held her down and she couldn't move at all.
"Don't want to stop, right? I know. I'll get hard again soon, and I guarantee I'll make you feel like you're in heaven." Xi De grinned, revealing his white teeth, and pressed his penis against the woman's labia majora, rubbing it repeatedly between her buttocks and thighs until it quickly became hard again.
"Please...don't..." The priestess felt the man's erect penis and started crying, "I'll die...I'll die..." "Yeah, I'm going to fuck you until you're in ecstasy. Damn, you almost crushed my balls just now, how can I not teach you a lesson! Mmm! Mmm!" Xi De slapped the priestess's buttocks hard. What a feel! Haha, what a fucking feel!
"Please...don't...I'll die..." The priestess looked like she was about to faint.
"I'm very satisfied with the foreplay, so let's officially begin, haha!" Xi De straightened his back, ready to thrust all the way in.
"If I were you, I wouldn't do that," the old knight said beside him.
"Damn it!!" Xi De jumped off the priestess's pale buttocks, his hair standing on end. "Are you going to die?!" "I...I'll die..." the priestess murmured, falling unconscious.
The old knight glanced at the mess before calmly explaining to the now-furious Xi De, who had straightened his clothes, "She wasn't moaning. Disciplined people die from intercourse; it's a secret technique." As if to prove himself, the old knight used his toe to push the priestess onto her back, and Xi De saw a red magic circle on her lower abdomen, roughly where her uterus was. The old knight
stared at the magic circle expressionlessly, as if the sexy, alluring female body was completely invisible to him. "If you mate, you'll both be blown to bits." Of course, Xi De wouldn't say, "I don't believe you, I'll try it myself." The old knight never lied to him. This feeling of facing a father was awful, and this scene was even more unbearably awkward.
"Let's chat for a bit." The old knight looked directly into Cid's eyes; he had nothing to hide.
Xi De nodded, only then noticing the old knight in full armor, looking ready to fight on the battlefield. "How did you escape from that harem?" he thought.
"Well then," the old knight said, his mane gleaming silver in the moonlight.
The story was simple: there was a werewolf, born that way. Heaven knows which ancestor fell, and the seeds of heresy were sown within him. But the werewolf didn't mind; he was a soldier who awakened on the battlefield. His werewolf blood saved his life, but from then on, he could no longer appear in the empire, bathed in the grace of the Church. Everyone knew the Church and the Inquisition would execute all the fallen, ruthlessly eradicating them. Fortunately, the werewolf was lucky. Returning home, his former neighbor took him in, preventing him from becoming a homeless wretch. This was a debt of gratitude, and werewolves valued kindness above all else. So the werewolf silently protected his neighbor's family until one day, a new member was born—a daughter. Although the neighbor lady herself didn't know who her daughter's father was and didn't care much, always doting on a child born late in life, the werewolf was very concerned. Only bloodlines close to the secret arts could reproduce, so he had been watching the girl's growth closely all these years, and his fears had indeed come true. The girl was his offspring, a werewolf girl.
It all began with a visiting merchant who brought some mysterious magical artifacts among his jewelry. The girl secretly visited the merchant and then suddenly awakened. To avoid exposure, she hastily disposed of the merchant's body and hid in a campsite in the forest, entrusting several servants from a nearby town who worked for the family to regularly bring her food and water. However, an awakened werewolf cannot control his transformation, especially on nights of the full moon when he becomes a terrifying monster. After accidentally wandering to the edge of town and killing a night watchman, the town indeed sent hunters, and the girl was immediately discovered. What happened next caused the situation to spiral rapidly out of control.
The hunters found the transformed, naked girl lying in the campsite and simply raped her. In this world, a woman's chastity is practically worthless, but some people are even more pathological and abnormal. The Discipline Priest whom Xi De sexually assaulted to the point of exhaustion is one example. However, this girl is a true lesbian in spirit. She wasn't jealous of the pretty maid; she couldn't accept that she could like a beautiful woman, so she suppressed her feelings relentlessly. When she woke up to find herself gang-raped by several hairy-legged men, she completely broke down.
Murdering and dismembering with malice, she was no longer just a genetically werewolf, but a true fallen one.
Unable to regain her human form, she was purely driven by malice and emotion. Due to a misunderstanding that the servants had betrayed her position, she killed their entire families in revenge. However, she couldn't bring herself to harm the servants' daughter. Perhaps it was because the girl was so beautiful, everything she envied, admired, and longed for; or perhaps looking at the girl was like looking at her own reflection; or perhaps the girl was her only friend. In any case, she awoke from her boiling murderous intent, but the damage was done. So she ran away, running back to her mother.
Upon hearing of her daughter's actions, the woman knew she was doomed. The Inquisition was filled with people who took pleasure in hunting and torturing the inhuman, terrifying even to the fallen. A murderous werewolf? She was doomed. Reason told the woman she should immediately send her daughter away, far away before the Inquisition arrived. But she couldn't; her daughter was her only family in the world. And the Inquisition wouldn't rest until they caught the werewolf. So the ending was predetermined from the start: the Inquisition did catch a werewolf.
The werewolf, knowing the woman's request, didn't refuse. He knew what that request meant, of course, but werewolves had lived long enough. Besides, how many fathers had the chance to risk their lives to save their daughters?
So, on his first night in town, the werewolf visited all the crime scenes, leaving his footprints and claw marks. All of this shouldn't have involved any more innocent people, but the werewolf hadn't expected the werewolf girl to reappear; she wanted to see Little Red Riding Hood before leaving. Then things started to fall apart. The next day, while his companions were investigating in the woods, the werewolf checked the residents' testimonies. Many reported seeing the werewolf the previous night—of course, this was deliberate evidence—but there were also many witnesses who described the werewolf girl's size.
The flaws in the testimonies were fatal; there was no chance to tamper with them. At this moment, the werewolf girl reappeared, trying to take Little Red Riding Hood with her. The screams of the landlady's family attracted even more people. The werewolf had no choice but to put on a show. This would buy him enough time to cover things up without immediately killing everyone in town.
That was the truth.
"You don't seem too surprised?" Under the moonlight, the old knight's werewolf transformation was complete. His already Terminator-like physique had grown even larger, and his heavy armor made him exceptionally imposing and domineering, with fangs, claws, bristles, and eerie green eyes. This visually striking display was the most convincing, leaving no room for argument.
"Surprised? Aren't you human? Well, I was somewhat prepared." Xi De shrugged. What normal old man would be running around in heavy armor, wielding a greatsword and puffing out his chest muscles? Don't kid me!
"But why are you telling me all this now?" "
The fake werewolf girl's corpse is just a delaying tactic. Things won't end until I, the werewolf, truly reveal myself and die. The longer it drags on, the more flaws will appear. If I'm not mistaken, around last week when the body was sent out and the young lady's escape was arranged, the madam had already filed a second application for heresy extermination with the Inquisition. If I'm not mistaken, this time even you're being accused of being my accomplice. Unawakened werewolves and the like will be eradicated. The real Inquisition Knights will probably arrive early this morning. The agents dispatched from the capital are not..." "You're nothing compared to those rookies who get drunk after a few drinks," the old knight, or rather, the old werewolf, said calmly. "You've been implicated so deeply in this matter that you probably don't even have a chance to clear your name. I think you at least have the right to know the truth." "Damn it!" Eld expressed his feelings succinctly. "If I kill you now, will I have a chance to atone for my sins?" To Eld's surprise, the old knight thought for a moment and then grinned. "Yes, that could save your life." "What do you want to do?" Eld was chilled by Schwarzenegger's father's smile.
"We'll go and kill those judges from the capital together, and then come back. You'll cut off my head in front of those rookies, and pin everything on me. That kind of merit is enough to save your life. Maybe a noble will appreciate you and knight you for it," the old knight calmly gave a thumbs up. "After I die, remember to take care of my horse." This was the truth behind Eld's initial feat as the Knight of Dawn, the defeat of the Big Bad Wolf. Of course, that's not how it's told in history.

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