Chapter 132: Dawson’s Ploy (1/2)

According to legends, the ancestor of the werewolves was a giant wolf know as Nightblade. He used to be the mount of the Moon Goddess till one day he decided to confess his love for his master. The Moon Goddess had never once thought that he would confess to her as Nightblade was merely a mount in her heart. Thus she felt insulted by his gesture which she felt had profaned her. In a fit of anger, she banished the wolf to the mortal realm.

Nightblade’s banishment pained him greatly as he couldn’t understand why the Moon Goddess treated him this way especially since she had treated him so well prior to his confession. Every full moon, he would let forth an extended howl at the moon to express his longing for the Moon Goddess. It was his hope that one day the goddess would take him back and make him her mount once more.

Unfortunately, this wish was dashed not long after as the Moon Goddess found a new mount. It was a giant wolf just like him except that it was a white wolf whose name was Frostblade.

Having lost all hope of returning to the goddess’ side, the heartbroken Nightblade was stricken by a deep sense of anger and despair as he realized that it was no longer possible that the goddess would ever come for him.

This anger overwhelmed the wolf causing him to go on a murderous rampage where he tore apart any living creature he came across. Whether it was an animal or a human, none escaped his all-consuming wrath. As he continued his rampage, the number of victims rapidly ballooned. Among his victims were countless humans who mostly died except for a miniscule fraction who barely managed to survive.

Yet these survivors found out that they had been cursed. Whenever the moon was full, they would turn into werewolves…

—-From <>

“No, that’s too dangerous Lady Mo Ke, you mustn’t go!” Shouted Dioh who hadn’t talked to me since I revealed my devilish nature,

“Saving lives is more important.” I threw him an expressionless look and while he had his head lowered in guilt, emphasized this next point: “I’ve said so many times already, don’t call me lady, I’m a man.”

Dioh: “…”

In order to win the trust of the bandits, I silenced all the opposition and slowly made my way to the bandits. Yet just as I took a few steps forward, a bandit minion jumped out.

“Put down your weapons, the one on your waist and the one on your back as well.”

Disarm myself? There’s no way I would do something as foolish as that…without my weapons, I was basically a sheep walking into a den of wolves. But would they release the hostages if I didn’t do so? They didn’t seem that dumb either.

Seeing as I refused to disarm myself, we entered another stalemate once more. However, this continued for only a few seconds before one of the bandits whispered into the troop leader’s ears after which he gave a grandiose wave of his hand and said: “Let her come over, just her alone. As for her weapons, so what if she has them? With so many people on our side, is there even a need for us to fear her?”

“…” Are you sure that’s cerebral fluid in your brains and not glue? Is there even a person dumb enough to allow the hostage to keep her weapons of his own accord?!

Thus, my armed self ended up as their hostage. The first thing they did when I reached them was to immediately surround me as a precaution. Putting aside my concern for the girls for now, I coldly swept my eyes over the gathered bandits. The majority of them were merely one-stars with the strongest being the troop leader who was a two-star. As for their weapons, they were ordinary weapons without any unique attributes to speak of. In a head-on fight, I was confident I could escape even if I couldn’t win.

“Can you release the girls now?”

“Now? Like hell I will. That’s not happening till we leave the bastille.”

Seeing him try to go back on his words didn’t surprise me one bit but given that I was already a part of this mess, I might as well see it through to the end.

With unwillingness in their eyes, the hunters could only watch as I was brought out of the Wolf’s Fang Bastille. In the midst of all that, the bandits tried multiple times to get acquainted with my body but was rebuffed by my unyielding attitude. I don’t know why but it felt like he didn’t want me to fight with his subordinates. It was probably because George and the others were still nearby so they didn’t dare to act.

So we continued onwards till it neared nightfall. Even after a day’s worth of tracking, the hunters were still doggedly following our tracks so the troop leader made the decision to actually release the hostages just as he said. To think he actually he went through with his promise…and here I was mulling over what to do should he decide to go back on his word.

Was it truly as he said that bringing them along with him was a burden? Either way, this was an unexpectedly better outcome than what I had envisioned.

By now, the girls were indeed starting to lag behind because of their frail, battered bodies so perhaps he really did let them go in lieu of our mobility. Of course, it could just be that he was fulfilling his bargain. As the bandits began chasing away the women, they turned to me with moistened eyes which revealed a gamut of emotions within them.

Some were stoic as they passed by me, some with stunned as they shuffled past me while some bowed as a sign of gratitude, either way, no matter whether they acknowledged me or not, they all left with tears in their eyes.

A while later, I found out that not all the girls left as expected. Gill’s girlfriend was the sole exception to that rule as she decided to stay behind while holding onto Gill’s hands. In her eyes, I couldn’t any trace of envy towards the leaving girls.

I guess in the end that’s the sad truth isn’t it? After going through all that, those girls would probably never regain their bright future again. Even if they managed to get married, they would most likely be mistreated because of this sordid history. While they didn’t ask for such a fate, reality wasn’t one to bend to mankind’s will. Whatever you did in the past, whether it was done of your own volition or not, might end up causing irreparable damage to your future.

In a sense, you could take it as “once a thief, always a thief.”

{In the past, I remembered watching a drama called <>. In it was a female lead that played the role of a female student who had been raped in the past. After getting married, her husband often throw out this phrase whenever they got into an argument: “Don’t forget about your past!”

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