83 Secretly Great


    Dorothy’s POV:


    I didn’t even think much about it and immediately said firmly, “I will do it. When are we going?”


    Selma was stunned for a few seconds before she said in a daze, “You have to think about it carefully, Dorothy. This is not an imaginary exercise in an elective course. We are facing an unknown and powerful witch. This is worth your time to think about. ”


    “I understand, Selma, but I have to say that my choice was not made in a moment of impulsiveness.” I shook my head. “I’m d that you thought of me first. You have no idea that no one has ever trusted me so much, whether as a witch or a werewolf.”


    Grandmother had always tried ways to turn me into a pureblood werewolf. It was impossible; she and I both knew that. Other than scolding and beating me, we rarely had any othermunication.


    As for the other passerby in my life, such as my teachers and ssmates, who would trust a mute freak who had not said a word for the entire semester?


    “I won’t let you down. I hope to do something for the pack,” I said. “I know this risk, and I can’t say I don’t care. But I believe in you, Selma, and the King. You will not put me in danger. You will protect your friends, and the King will protect his people.


    “This is a two-way trust, right?”


    Selma looked at me in surprise. Countless emotions shed through her sparkling eyes. Finally, she smiled.


    “Of course! This was a two-way trust! I promise you’ll be safe. You’ll be the hero of the rescued pack!”


    “Forget about being a hero.” I chuckled. “I don’t think the southern Duke is ready to give up this glorious throne.”


    We quickly finished the pancake and rushed to the pce.


    The King greeted me in the living room of the King’s suite. He wasn’t wearing a crown and was dressed in casual clothes. He looked like he was going to y golf in the next second.


    “Wee, child,” he greeted me warmly. “It’s been a long time. How are you?”


    I put aside the thought Grandmother’s scolding and replied with a smile, “I’m doing well. I appreciate your concern.”


    However, it was as if the Lycan King had a pair of fiery eyes. His gentle and deep gaze exposed all of my pretenses.


    It was as if I could see a slideshow of my past life in his eyes. If it were to be yed on the streets, at least a thousand people would call social service on Grandmother.


    I felt pain and tried to escape, but the King didn’t say anything in the end, making me sigh in relief.


    I didn’t want to expose my rotten life to those close to me.


    ” I think Selma has already told you about the southern Duke,” said the Lycan King. “We’re worried about a suitable candidate, and Selma thought of you first.


    “To be honest, I don’t really agree, even now. This is not because I don’t trust you, Dorothy. I know you are a kind and tenacious youngdy. That is why I cannot let you take such risks. You’re still too young and have a bright future ahead of you. Any storm right now could bring you unknown negative effects.”


    Selma was puzzled. “But you promised to let Dorothy try. A King cannot go back on his word, Your Majesty.”


    The Lycan King helplessly gave Selma aforting look before telling me, “However, just as Selma said since I promised to give you a chance to try, I can’t go back on my word. So, I have to ask you, do you really want to do this? You don’t have to put up a front for your reputation, good child. We all know the seriousness of this matter.”


    “You’re provoking her to give up,” Selma mumbled.


    The King pretended not to hear her.


    I thought he was indeed, as Selma said, trying to lure me into giving up on the idea. This wasn’t as simple as just undoing the curse. Once I got involved, I’d be tied to this ship that would sail for who knew how long until the entire incident was resolved.


    The viin was not as ‘friendly’ as in the anime. I’d read many books and notes left by my mother, and I knew that the ruthless and evil sorcerers were abination of lunatics, executioners, and serial killers.


    However, just as I said, since Selma trusted me, I trusted her too.


    Let me be impulsive for once and have a dream of bing a hero who runs for the light. In the dream, there were no Grandmother’s hysterical screams, no pain from the conflict between the two bloodlines, only touching adventures and flowers dedicated to glory, or boiling blood and hidden but great sacrifices.


    “Yes, sir,” I said firmly.


    After a moment of silence, the King suddenly smiled at me. His tone was full of praise and relief, “Alright, youngdy, an impulsive and brave youngdy. Let’s see what you need to prepare for this.”