My Lover is A Werewolf

The Department

"Come on.

'Go ahead, on the east bank, there are porcelain and some strange gadgets. Legend has it that there is the oldest goddess worship there. Go take a look and don't forget to bring us some gifts.'

Beggy's joke brought back a relaxed atmosphere.

The crescent moon had reached the center of the night sky. In the darkness, there was a faint cold light, and it was time for the "Chord Pupil", when the new moon goddess had put away her silver bow, letting the holy beast, the black cat, patrol for her with bright eyes. It was the end of the hunt.

Cleartina stood up first, signaling to everyone with her eyes. She raised her cup first, and at the same time, everyone shouted in unison to the bright moon,

"To the hunt, to the new moon, to the goddess!"

Before the new round of revelry began, Cilantro gave up her seat to Veranika. She and the drunk Helena leaned against the warm belly of the water buffalo together, while the big white goose nestled obediently beside her, its soft feathers making a good pillow.

That night, Cilantro had a beautiful dream. She dreamed that her beloved little dog, Parsnip, had come back, with the Chinese knot she had tied around its neck still there, and it was overjoyed.

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

The result of a night of indulgence was corpses lying everywhere, and the drunken ones couldn't walk back on their own. The great witches each took their own children back home, and Borsa was very tough, almost beating Gwen to wake her up.

Cilantro woke up suddenly from a sudden jolt. She and Helena were being carried on the back of a water buffalo, and Aminos was walking steadily step by step. At the same time, the long tail of the buffalo swayed back and forth, driving away the mosquitoes for them. The slight jolts were like rocking a cradle, so comfortable that it almost rivaled a sedan chair.

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

"You're lucky, Pelenn went back early to help with the summer festival and didn't have time to check the cellar. Otherwise, before you encountered the werewolves, she would have slaughtered you first."

Amber was nearby pulling the rope, and she immediately spotted the squinting Shaluo pretending to sleep.

She went up and pinched the girl's little cheek, saying, "On the night of the new moon, young girls and children cannot be punished. This time, I'll let you go. But you'll have to walk over for the morning prayers yourself."

Cilantro mumbled a response, then turned her head and sank into the fluffy down.

"Oh, I'd trade five water buffalo for this beautiful white goose."

Before falling into a deep sleep, she heard Mida murmuring to herself. It turned out she was here too, probably worried about Helena.

"Be careful not to anger the moon goddess, or you'll lose your tongue," Amber said unkindly.

"No need to wait for Her Highness to get angry, every time this stupid buffalo is mentioned, Helena gets as stubborn as a buffalo."

Mida's voice grew softer and softer as Cilantro just closed her eyes, only to be shaken awake by someone with force. She opened her eyes, and a hot cloth was pressed against her face.

"It's not early, it's not early."

Mida rubbed the sleep 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 sprinkled golden flakes through the window, and the white lily intertwined with silver roses on the eaves cast a dazzling golden shadow on the ground, so beautiful that it took one's breath away. Mida's silver cat was perched on the windowsill, its beautiful fur divided into two colors in the clear morning light, blue and gray. This was Mida's room.

"Definitely the blessing of the moon goddess. It's a bright sunny day today," Mida said in a good mood.

She picked up another towel and pulled Helena, who was sleeping beside Cilantro, up. Helena was still half-asleep when she was stuffed with a hot towel.

"Today is the day of prayer. Lady Amber is the officiant. I'll take you two out together later. Your costumes and breakfast are here. Change yourselves."

As Mida spoke, she went into the other room, presumably to dress up nicely for the occasion.

Mida obviously didn't have the habit of taking care of people. There was a small basket of burnt bread on the table, and the corn butter soup was so thin it was almost like water. But the two girls didn't mind at all. They were attracted by the new clothes.

The silver fabric felt smooth and cool in their hands. In the shimmering light, it seemed as if they were holding a handful of moonlight. It was hard to tell what kind of craftsmanship was used, as Cilantro couldn't find any seams on it, but when she put it on, it fit her skin perfectly, as if it were tailored to every inch of her body. Helena excitedly assured her that this was definitely a robe soaked in magic potion.

As they watched each other change into their robes, they helped each other with their hair. But as soon as the excitement passed, the silver robes hung softly on the ground, and Cilantro felt like she was wearing a suit of silver armor, with a slight heaviness in her chest. Looking back at Helena, her limbs were wrapped tightly under the robe, moving as if she were a puppet with strings tied to her.

With a severe hangover and a sense of nervousness, their heads felt as heavy as blocks of concrete. Cilantro endured the urge to vomit and reluctantly sat at the dining table.

The two of them tasted like wax, and they didn't even bother with the burnt bread or jam. Although Helena was moved to tears by the rare sight of her teacher cooking, she could only manage a few sips and couldn't eat anymore, so she tried to fill her stomach with the thin soup.

Suddenly, Cilantro remembered something and took out a small bottle of magic potion from her discarded clothes. Inside was a honey-golden liquid.

"Try this."

A drop of golden witch fire fell into the thin soup, and as if by magic, the oil floating on the surface ignited with a hiss, startling both Cilantro and Helena. Fortunately, it was just a flash of flame. The bowl bubbled and boiled, with a burnt gold color around the rim, emitting a fragrant smell that seemed like freshly baked cream soup.

Cilantro cautiously took a sip, and at first, it was as spicy as usual. Then her tongue quickly tasted honey, cheese, and even baked batter, various flavors she hadn't expected, warming up the stiff and painful stone in her head.

It seemed to contain all the aroma and warmth needed for the whole morning, and Helena also ate it with relish. She said to Cilantro with joy, "I really wish I could travel with you."

Cilantro suddenly felt much more confident, realizing that she

wasn't entirely useless after all, at least she could eat well every day when away from home.

As they ate, the nervousness dissipated along with the food.

After the radiant Mida came out, she carefully checked the two girls. Furrowing her eyebrows for a moment, she finally picked two white lilies from the window and pinned them behind the girls' ears.

"Even the most beautiful jewels cannot compare to the sacred flower of the new moon. Congratulations on growing up," she kissed each girl's cheek. Cilantro found her medicine box under the window sill, which looked brand new, with a shiny outer shell, as if it had been repainted. Only Amber knew that all her belongings were hidden inside, and Cilantro happily slung the medicine box over her shoulder.

Mida didn't allow other animal familiars into the house. As soon as Cilantro stepped outside, she hugged a handful of the big white goose, using the comb that she and Mida borrowed and gave Parsnip a good grooming.

Looking at the now fluffy goose, she imitated Mida's manner and inspected it, then took a red hair tie and tied a familiar knot around its beautiful neck.

With the white goose Snow Feather and the red rope, the girl's black hair complemented the white flowers, each having a symmetrical aspect. Cilantro was extremely satisfied; her goose might not be majestic or strong, but it could still be the most beautiful one.

"How did you tie this?" Mida lightly pulled the knot, quite interested. "It looks like a butterfly and a bit like those strange characters from the East Coast."

"Yes, it's from the East Coast, a kind of peace knot." Cilantro brushed it off. Countless intersecting grids plus two auspicious big ears, just hoping she and Wu Qing could live a long and happy life.

Today was a special day for the girls. They were no longer just servants of the nominal great witches, but like children and students about to graduate, dressed by their own lady and led into the hall hand in hand.

Veranika tied her red fox around her neck, blending the two shades of red into one, flowing down to her waist. Beggy walked lightly and happily, her robe modified to bare her shoulders, and a dazzling silver snake chain hung around her beautiful collarbone, with small emeralds flashing in it; Thorke only needed to stay still to serve as a beautiful gem snake.

Cleartina was the most captivating, with her honey-brown hair groomed thick and smooth, and a headpiece with a silver bird holding a grandmother green egg firmly attached. She lifted her skirt slightly, walking lightly and silently, looking like a young lady of the noble family.

Her stern lady kept a close eye on her walking posture, and if there was anything wrong, she would use the silver cane in her hand to knock. Every time she knocked, her colorful parrot would curse, and then Cleartina would be knocked again.

In fact, every girl was radiant and dazzling, even more so than the great witches beside them, which was the magic of the new moon. The moon goddess gave the soon-to-be-grown-up girls her most beautiful blessings. Cilantro was enjoying the sight when suddenly she heard a scream of panic, followed by the sound of the crowd dispersing and trampling.

A black panther, standing as tall as a person, walked silently, opening a path for the two death gods behind it.

The great witch Borsa, who served it, had a rare short hair in this era, and her silver-gray wolf coat hung with the empty heads of the dead, with a few bone- pig teeth as buckles.

Although Gwen was wearing the same silver robe as everyone else, her golden eagle still stood out on her shoulder, and she was also wearing a patchwork mink coat, seemingly sewn together from different mink furs.

This practice of wearing all the spoils on their bodies made other animal familiars avoid them as much as possible.

However, even among a group of exotic flowers, Cilantro immediately found Amber. No matter how beautiful a woman or how pure a girl, they couldn't compete with the brilliance of the stars and moon.