My Lover is A Werewolf

The Dream

She felt a palpitation in her chest, unsure of who had added the Black Wolf card again.

Before she could even ponder for a moment, she was dragged out and thrown into the Black Plum faction.

As the game grew tiresome, they began to toast to all the great witches, and then started to casually toast to each other.

"I want to hunt the Wolf King. A rotten Wolf King's head can free many victims of the Wolf's captivity. This honor will belong to the entire Temple of Goddesses," Gwen said, her face flushed with purple sauce. She, who was always someone else's child, wasn't cut out for playing games. But she had clearly drunk quite a bit of alcohol, and the next sentence came without reservation.

"When my lady Amber entered the Temple of Goddesses one step ahead of Lady Parsnip, I, Gwen, will fight to regain all the glory for Lady Parsnip."

Despite the sauce covering her face, her bright eyes could still accurately focus on Cilantro.

She whispered softly, "I know you're not as fragile as you seem on the surface. I look forward to your performance, Cilantro."

Cilantro clapped her hands and laughed, "Then you can join me to Junli River. It's said that the Silver Wolf King, Sirius, has been posing as a nobleman there. Hahaha, a wolf can blend in better than me, a bastard."

Begi raised her glass. "I want to invent a poison that can kill werewolves and then enter the Temple of Goddesses. May the Green Goddess of Junli River grant me eternal youth and beauty."

"I hope no one else gets hurt because of werewolves," Helena said, her head swaying on the back of the water buffalo, overcome by the effects of the alcohol.

Cilantro greedily drank the last of her plum juice, suddenly feeling the silence around her. She looked up to see everyone's expectant gaze.

"I want to cross the ocean," Cilantro said, swallowing the refreshing plum juice. Unable to contain her true thoughts, she just wanted to know what was on the other side of the sea.

She wanted to know who brought her to this world and why.

"My Moon Goddess, you're not imagining an immortal like Jima, are you?" Veronica's voice was abrupt and sharp.

Jima, the immortal she referred to, was a witch who didn't belong to any goddess's sacred ground. Legend had it that she owned an entire island on the sunny sea, and for three hundred years, she had controlled the weather on her island, receiving blessings from twelve goddesses at once. She was considered almost a semi-god by many witches and was worshipped accordingly.

Veronica's words made Cilantro's wish seem laughably ambitious, almost ridiculous.

Confidently responding from somewhere, perhaps the tangy-sweet green plums giving her distant courage, Cilantro didn't deny it, she simply put down her empty cup and said calmly, "If I could have the wings of the Wind God like Jima, then I would definitely cross the entire ocean. I want to know what's on the other side."

After saying that, she blushed with embarrassment at her inexplicable poeticism, just staring at the lonely moon, murmuring softly, "I just want to know where I came from and why."

Sparks crackled and dyed the girl's black hair a coppery red, along with an inexplicable obsession, deeply ingrained in her exotic features.

At this moment, the young girl was immersed in another world, the orange-red velvety light enveloping her delicate frame, her unique appearance like a foreign lotus misplaced on land, discordant yet strangely pitiable, and the air couldn't help but fall into silence, even the sound of sipping lowered.

"Alright, the Eastern Bank has porcelain and some oddities, and it's said to have the oldest goddess worship there. Don't forget to bring us back some gifts," Begi joked, bringing back a light atmosphere.

The crescent moon had reached the center of the night sky, shining a faint, cold light. It was time for the "Crescent Gaze", the young moon goddess had already put away her silver bow, letting the sacred beast, the black cat, patrol for her with bright eyes, signaling the end of the hunt.

Kristina stood up first, gesturing with her eyes to the others, raising her glass first. At the same time, everyone shouted in unison to the bright moon, "Cheers to the hunt, cheers to the new moon, cheers to the goddess."

Before the next round of revelry began, Cilantro gave up her seat to Veronica. She and the intoxicated Helena leaned against the warm belly of the water buffalo, with the white goose nestling obediently beside her, its soft feathers making for a good pillow.

That night, Cilantro had a beautiful dream. She dreamed of a cute little earth dog, her little Cinnamon, coming back.

She took Parsnip and Cinnamon and boarded a luxurious ship, heading towards the distant east.

The result of a night of indulgence was bodies strewn everywhere, too drunk to walk back. The great witches each took their own children home. Parsnip was quite fierce, almost beating Gwen to wake her up.

Cilantro woke up abruptly from a sudden jolt. She was being carried on the back of the water buffalo, with Aminos walking steadily step by step. At the same time, the long tail of the buffalo swayed to drive away mosquitoes, and the slight bumping felt like rocking in a cradle, so comfortable that it almost matched a sedan.

No wonder Helena loved it so much, it was practically a mobile ox-cart.

"You're lucky. Perentie went back early to help with the Summer Festival and didn't have time to check the cellar. Otherwise, you would've been caught by her before encountering the werewolf," Amber said as she pulled the rope nearby, immediately noticing Cilantro pretending to sleep with her eyes squinted.

She went up and pinched the girl's cheek. "The night of the new moon cannot punish young girls and children. This time, I'll let you off. But you'll have to walk to the morning prayer ceremony yourself."

Cilantro mumbled in response and then turned her head into the fluffy down.

"Hey, I'd trade five water buffalo for this beautiful white goose," Mida said to herself before she fell asleep, probably worried about Helena.

"Careful not to lose your tongue before Her Majesty hears," Amber said sarcastically.

"No need to wait for Her Majesty to get angry, every time this stupid ox is mentioned, Helena gets as stubborn as a bull," Mida's voice faded. Cilantro had just closed her eyes when she was forcefully shaken awake. She opened her eyes, her face pressed with a hot cloth.

"It's not early anymore," Mida said, rubbing the sleepiness from the girl's face with a towel. As Cilantro gradually woke up, she realized she wasn't in her own room at all.

The morning light streamed through the window, sprinkling golden flecks of light. The eaves rolled down white lilies intertwined with silver roses, casting a colorful golden pattern on the ground, stunningly beautiful. Mida's silver cat was lying on the windowsill, its beautiful fur split into blue and gray under the morning light, and this

was Mida's room.

"Surely it's the blessing of the Moon Goddess. Today is a sunny day," Mida said, feeling quite good.