QUEEN CHRISELDA
“Thank the goddess for today’s game, my Queen. The performance from the damsels were more than what we expected,” Thelma said, following me towards the living room.
I hummed, agreeing with what she just said. “Indeed, it was more than what we expected. Way too much,” I said, taking my mind to the strange damsel with the pet wolf.
If not for her performance and the words of that lady, I would have eliminated her today. If my son is going to end up with the winner of this hunt, then the damsel must have a wolf, not a pet.
A true Luna must be able to summon her beast, and that maiden can’t. “I bet she won’t last long,” I said, scoffing out.
“Are you referring to the wolfless maiden from the arena?” Thelma asked, looking at me as we gradually drew closer to the living room
