My Lover is A Werewolf

I Won't Let You Down

What Amber didn't know was that during her drunken stupor, the big white goose had transformed from a highly desired dish into a feared presence that everyone avoided.

Every morning, people carrying water buckets would see a round body occupying the water channel.

The snow-white feathers glistened with morning dew as the big white goose groomed itself to be both beautiful and ethereal.

But as soon as it sensed any movement, it would puff up its fluffy chest feathers, flap its wings, and rush over to peck and bite, seemingly intent on making someone's head its nest.

Its intimidating appearance was quite frightening, and the Familiars of various households, especially cats, were its primary victims, often chased around the streets by it. The witches seemed powerless to stop it.

However, Cilantro, with fewer eyes and ears to spy on her, found herself calmer and was able to adjust her mood better, growing even more fond of the big white goose.

When Cilantro was feeling down, she would hug it and stroke it. The feathers that came off were fine and soft, suitable for use as a pillow.

It was like having a walking feather fairy. How could she not love it?

"This is the friend bestowed upon me by the Goddess, right Parsnip? You love eating this, don't you?"

Cilantro arranged Parsnip leaves, freshly washed and gleaming green, into a basket on the ground.

The big white goose immediately calmed down upon seeing it, showing a gentleness that it didn't display in front of others.

Even the experienced Amber was astonished.

It was said that the Moon Goddess was the protector of the forest, and the forest animals were not surprised by the presence of her followers.

The black cats shared the inspiration of the Goddess, and the white deer symbolized the purity of the Goddess.

As for what the big white goose represented before, Amber couldn't see it clearly at first, but now she probably could.

After all, besides her formidable strength, the Moon Goddess was also known for her capricious temperament.

Even the most devout followers would turn into animals and vanish into the earth if they violated taboos directly.

Moreover, intruders in her sacred land faced swift punishment. The Moon Goddess had a strong sense of territory, and her celestial punishment was accurate.

Thinking back to the protective and territorial behavior of the big white goose, Amber realized that it might have inherited some of the true teachings of the Goddess.

"So you named it Parsnip."

"Not bad, right? It goes well with me."

Indeed, with one named Cilantro and the other Parsnip, together they made up the name of a dish: "Girl Cilantro and Roasted Parsnip Goose," enough to make the werewolves next door hungry.

Amber could sense a trace of self-deprecating joy in the relieved smile of her apprentice.

The senior witch, unable to bear watching any longer, turned and opened the window, letting everyone cool off.

Cilantro had just been practicing "Witch Fire," a courage potion that could drive away evil spirits in the dark.

She was following the ancient book's steps to dry sheep hearts, three drops of scorpion venom, a pinch of devil's hair pepper, and then clockwise stirring for half an hour.

Finally, Cilantro unsurprisingly smelled the aroma of spicy lamb soup.

The young witch immediately closed all the windows and prepared to cover up her tracks, leading to what happened next.

"I can make Witch Fire with my eyes closed, it's just lacking some inspiration," Cilantro clarified seriously, but the convincing aroma filling the room made her argument weak.

Amber's response was a growling stomach, so the two of them shared the pot of spicy soup. Cilantro even chopped up the leftover snake meat and added it to the soup for extra flavor.

The two of them enjoyed the spicy soup contentedly.

"After I finish preparing the farewell ceremony, Pelenn will return to the Magnificent River," Amber hiccupped, then quickly shrank her shoulders and took several sips of the hot soup.

Cilantro remembered the nights Amber spent in the tavern and immediately closed the window to prevent the careless woman from catching a cold.

In fact, Amber was carefree, relying on magic for everything, often needing Cilantro to take care of her.

"Should we prepare a farewell gift for Lady Pelenn?"

Amber drank eagerly and quickly, mumbling, "Why don't you accompany Pelenn on her journey?"

Cilantro was pleasantly surprised. She had never left Miller Valley in her life, and she immediately agreed, "Okay."

She hurriedly cleaned up the table and gathered the utensils.

Some miscellaneous herbs were wrapped in parchment paper and placed in her small medicine box, a luggage box made of driftwood from the East Coast. Opening the rose gold lock on top revealed a layered medicine cabinet.

This was a birthday gift from Cilantro from a few years ago.

Heaven knows she originally wanted a backpack, but Amber was not good at sewing.

Nevertheless, the final product was something Cilantro couldn't put down.

It was originally a broken Eastern shrine, and Amber transformed it into a major renovation under the pretext of purifying the unknown divine power on it.

She repaired the delicate carvings on top and covered the damaged wood with black ink, and made a small door in the middle that could be opened.

Underneath the door were numerous hidden compartments and boxes. The wood inside was also coated with layers of special potion to preserve the herbs and hide the magical aura.

The fully fed big white goose waddled behind its owner. Cilantro picked it up, feeling its soft white feathers and saying,

"But we must wait until after my prayer ceremony is over before Pelenn can leave. I don't want the Moon Goddess to misunderstand and think I'm fleeing without a fight. In the end, Lady Pelenn might have to carry me there."

Amber stared at the girl's oblivious face for a moment. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

"If you want to go, you can leave with Pelenn tomorrow night. I'll take care of everything here, and no one will know, including the Moon Goddess."

With a determined tone, Amber pressed her throbbing head, knowing how much alcohol she had to drink to gather enough courage. But even so, she couldn't control her trembling voice.

"Lady, you..."

Cilantro finally sensed that something was wrong.

The woman in front of her held onto her head tightly, her thick golden hair covering all her expressions.

Parsnip on the ground evidently didn't know how to read the situation, mistaking the fallen hair as ripe ears of rice and shamelessly pulling and tugging with its red beak.

"Cilantro, a bountiful harvest can replace plenty. The three goddesses will like you. You can live happily and safely under their protection in the Magnificent River for the rest of your life."

The once powerful woman now seemed to have lost all her magic, and now she was huddled with her thin body, even a big white goose could bully her at will.

She's even more scared than I am. Cilantro was shocked by the thought that flashed through her mind.

She recalled the woman's persistent jokes and pranks these past few days, but in reality, she had been guarding her every step, scaring off a few egg thieves who fled in disarray, never daring to have any designs on Cilantro.

When the egg hatched, it wasn't just Cilantro's fantasy that was shattered, but also Amber's last hope.

The familiar quickly noticed the change in its master and, as if stung, let out a cry before quickly releasing Amber's hair, flapping its wings a few times, and shrinking back under its master's skirt in distress.

"I will never betray the Moon Goddess."

I will never betray you. Cilantro realized her voice was trembling slightly.

She thought of Amber's carefree demeanor, trying to muster a casual smile as she said, "If it weren't for the Goddess, I might still be living in some brothel in the harbor, perhaps just a slave being beaten by my master, no, maybe I would have suffocated to death under dirty fish cargo from the beginning."

If it weren't for you, Amber, I would have rotted to death in this primitive and unfamiliar world.

It's because of you that I entered this world, so how could I let go so easily?

Cilantro looked at the woman who had become like a mother to her, wanting to say many things but feeling a dryness in her throat.

Conversely, the overflowing emotion surging from her heart continued to warm her body.

A wave of courage arose within her.

She had been afraid, terrified, but never thought of running away, simply because Amber was there, her faith was there, her home was there. Whenever fear gripped her throat, that faith would pour courage back into her cold chest.

The black-haired girl placed her hand on her heart, bowed in reverence, and said in the name of the goddess,

"My love and loyalty will always belong to the Moon Goddess. I will present the werewolf's head to her and seek her blessings."

Given courage by the goddess, in the name of the goddess, the girl spoke out the emotions that were difficult to articulate.

So, you just need to wait for me to return victorious, teacher.

The clear and bright voice of the girl was like a bucket of cold water, completely waking up Amber's drunken mind.

The Moon Goddess will like this child.

Memories flooded back like a tide.

The baby crying desperately among the fishy cargo, with a dirty face but bright eyes, the small mouth biting down hard on the woman's finger, as if desperately trying to survive.

She wrapped the baby's body in a cloak, facing the black-haired, black-eyed merchant nearby, saying, "I'll take this child."

The Moon Goddess will like this child.

At that time, she thought so, even though many things happened afterwards. Now, as she looked at the girl, she still thought so.

Suddenly, Cilantro found the glowingly wrapped bottle in Amber's arms, she reached out to grab it, but Amber skillfully dodged with a cat-like motion, avoiding her.

"Hey, hey, be careful. This is very precious."

The bottle in the woman's hand shimmered with light, shining brightly along with the glass bells outside, and a few cute green plums slowly sank to the bottom of the bottle, playfully creating small bubbles on the surface.

As soon as Amber opened the bottle, a refreshing sigh made Cilantro feel like she was back in that distant summer, with the bottle of plum sparkling wine she hadn't had a chance to drink, and the continuous snowflakes.

"Pelenn made this, East Coast plum wine. She might have added some other flavors, but the taste shouldn't be too different."

Amber watched Cilantro, who was hugging and kissing the bottle, unable to suppress her laughter.

The wine was indeed made by Pelenn, but the ingredients for making the wine were personally bought by her from the port, and she even went through some trouble, enlisting the help of a few sea witches to transport the goods.

Originally, it was intended to be a birthday gift for the girl, but now Amber had other plans.

"Consider this bottle of wine as Pelenn's gift," she nudged the girl, "As for my gift, you can ask for anything you want from Miller Valley."

She knew the most powerful spells, the familiar of the great witch Borsa, the black panther, and even the beautiful silver hair blessed by the moonlight of Mida. As long as Cilantro spoke up, the current Amber could personally obtain whatever the girl desired.

She once again became the most powerful witch in Miller Valley.

Amber intended to give Cilantro a day and a half to consider, but when the girl heard this, she immediately said without hesitation,

"Can I have the Great Fables from Lady Mida?"

Unable to believe it, Amber asked in disbelief, "Just like that, you only want a set of games?"

Cilantro felt somewhat embarrassed, but she really liked that set of delicate porcelain tiles.

Thinking that traveling alone with a goose would be too lonely, she decided to bring the Great Fables along.

If nothing else, she could take it out to play along the way, and if she was short of money, she could set up a fortune-telling stall on the road; failing that, she could pick out the gemstones on top to sell.

Of course, she didn't intend to reveal her shallow thoughts.

Placing a hand over her chest, she said devoutly, "I believe this is the will of the Goddess, and I hope to embark on my journey with a calm and happy heart."

Seeing this mischievous little imp she had raised herself, Amber's response was to yawn widely.