125 A Flower Born In Tragedy


    Selma Payne’s POV:


    I was having breakfast with Dorothy when I suddenly learned that Adele had gone crazy.


    “How is that possible?” My first reaction was that Adele must be fooling around. “In just one night? Has she gone crazy? Who is she putting on an act for?”


    Kara shook her head helplessly. “It is a pity. This time, the werewolf grandmasters and Tracy have confirmed. Adele is crazy.”


    “Butst night, she was still aggressively confronting the southern Duke.”


    “Who knows? Maybe she went crazy because she was too emotional or already crazy, and her tears washed away her disguise.”


    Dorothy was also amazed. After all, she was the one who had fought Adele head-on and knew that her spirit was harder than cement.


    I quickly finished my breakfast and went to find my parents to understand what had happened. However, none of them were there. They went to the northwest corner tower with the southern Duke and Duke Frank, where Adele was being held.


    The narrow corner tower was full of people, and everyone’s expression was different. Only Adele, the protagonist of the incident, was expressionless, lying on the bed like a hyper-realistic doll.


    Her cheeks and wrists were stained with blood, but she had no scars. The guards were holding ropes in their hands. She must have been injured in the struggle, but she was intact because of her strong self-healing ability.


    Was she crazy?


    I couldn’t believe that a person so easily driven mad could mess with the werewolf pack for half a year.


    My father saw me and waved me over.


    Master Mary was trying to retrace the process of Adele’s madness.


    “Without a doubt, the bloodline curse has added to her already unstable mental state,” she said. “The intense stimtion and pain caused Adele’s brain to have some lesion, which is the main factor in her madness.


    “I think the mental defense she set up for herself was also one of the reasons. The ck mist’s mental sorcery isplicated, delicate, and dangerous. When it is activated, it will affect the whole body. Although she resisted the invader, she was also affected by it.


    “As for the rest, I can only make a guess. Her mental state is probably not very stable, to begin with.”


    Everyone was listening attentively, except for the southern Duke, staring at the witch on the bed in a daze. No one knew what he was thinking.


    “Lennon.”


    Duke Frank called out to him.


    The southern Duke came back to his senses and stared at the man. His soul seemed to have left his body and stopped by Adele’s bed.


    Seeing this, Duke Frank could not say anything and only sighed softly.


    “... Can she be cured?” The southern Duke asked bitterly.


    Master Mary and Tracy looked at each other, and thetter replied sincerely, “We will do our best.”


    This sentence was no different from a death sentence for Adele.


    The southern Duke’s body trembled as if he had been punched. His energy and spirit suddenly disappeared. He was like a lifeless piece of rotten wood that had taken root and sprouted in this small corner tower.


    Without realizing it, I walked to Adele’s bed.


    She seemed to have lost all sense of the outside world and did not realize someone was standing beside her. She stared at the small skylight on the ceiling with her cloud-like white eyes.


    She was mumbling something, and I bent down to listen.


    “The moon.”


    “Darkness.”


    “The moon.”


    “Darkness.”


    She mumbled them over and over again. There was no logic in it, and it was so strange that it made people shiver.


    I didn’t know why, but I suddenly thought of something.


    “She won’t be a threat anymore.”


    It was as if the moon was whispering into my ear. I was sure that Adele was no longer a threat.


    She had gone crazy. This young girl, who had been alone and had no one to rely on in her short twenty years, had already thrown herself into the arms of an idiot.


    When I got closer, I realized that Adele looked young.


    Although her actions made her look like a cunning olddy, the truth was that she was as young as a fresh flower, not much older than my older sisters.


    This crazy girl had experienced countless tragedies since she was an embryo. She looked glorious, but in reality, she was no threat. Her revenge was so small that she didn’t even get to walk out of the school gate.


    Given her actions, I couldn’t say anything good about her. In the end, I could only say one thing about her life.


    Tragic.


    She was born in a tragedy and went crazy because of it.


    This was the typical story of a flower born from a tragedy.


    Without any reason, I didn’t want to stay here anymore. This narrow corner suddenly made me dizzy. The darkness in the shadows was like leeches that twisted and invaded the floor as if trying to suck my blood dry.


    I ignored my parents’ suppressed exmations and ran out of the tower.