The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 552 Active Intervention
In the educational part of the letter, Clayton first mentioned that Donna should protect her friend's privacy.

Donna knew what he was talking about, but there were some things she hadn't told Clayton about psychic abilities. Before her journey to Gevor, her psychic range was less than a meter, making it difficult for her to observe others. Her experiences in Wonderland had helped her mentally grow, and until recently, her psychic range had just exceeded two meters.

She only began to use her psychic abilities to study other people's bodies when her psychic detection range exceeded 1.5 meters. It can be said that the time when her sense of shame began to decline was around the same time as Clayton's.

The results were not much different.

Fortunately, Clayton did not pursue the matter further, and he and she quietly reconciled.

He didn't pry into Donna's watch list, and Donna wouldn't ask him if he still smelled when he came out of the bathroom.

If the use of supernatural perception is considered an intrusion, then simply getting close to each other would violate each other's privacy.

As for living among ordinary people—as long as she doesn't say anything, no one realizes they've been offended.

However, Donna still kept Clayton's teachings in mind.

It's important to maintain a certain distance from friends. If she feels she can completely control them and keeps trying to do so, then the friendship is not far from breaking down.

Clayton's first thing was to teach her to cherish her friends, and the second thing was a notification.

Four more cases of Darkin conversion have occurred in St. Benede Parish, all involving cursed individuals who have lost their minds. Although these cases are not close to the school or home, they have exacerbated Clayton's distrust of the school security department. He asked her again if she insisted on continuing her school life. If she refused, he would join other parents to persuade the principal to replace the aging security guards with truly skilled warriors.

A roll of silver thread with tape wrapped around both ends was included with the letter; it could be used as a ritual material or a self-defense weapon.

This wasn't the first time; he had previously sent a lioness skin.

With this skin as a material for her transformations, and the serpentine artifact he had once given her, Donna could basically guarantee her safety.

In addition to the gift, Clayton also assigned her a task: to draw up the structural diagrams of each floor of the school so that he could first complete his idea for the military transformation of Sinjani Girls' College. This way, as soon as he received permission, he could start working on it immediately.

This idea is not unfounded, after all, the teaching building of Xinjiani Women's College was a small fortress donated by a nobleman, and it had a good foundation.

Donna will not abandon her friends, so replacing the campus security personnel is urgent.

Moreover, she had to seek support from her classmates before receiving a reply from Clayton.

She told her friends about it and received their approval.

“I think it’s necessary. I’m not accusing the gentlemen of not being responsible enough, but they are indeed too old to take on the job of protecting the school,” Miss Lant said earnestly.

To prevent students from being seduced by young, strong men, the school board specifically admits only elderly people over sixty years old. For them, it's unclear whether their real enemy or their own lifespan will come first.

Alice nodded in agreement.

Once, when students were practicing shooting at the shooting range, an old guard was passing by when he was startled unconscious by the sudden gunshot and nearly died.

The three decided to seek support from other students afterward.

“Oh, by the way, Donna, my dad invited Uncle Bello to join his performing arts club.” Alice waved the letter in her hand, her expression slightly puzzled. She didn’t remember having any connection with him, but she was still happy about it.

"Kerry didn't even tell me," Donna said, somewhat annoyed.

She thought she was more familiar with Alice's family, but now even that advantage was gone—though it was never really useful anyway.

"Maybe he wants to give you a surprise."

There's nothing surprising about this, but Alice likes to think positively.

Miss Lant held her father's letter, looking at them with some hesitation.

Donna gave her an encouraging look.

“The Earth Mother Cult has spoken to my father again, asking him to invest in their mining business.” Miss Lant bit her lip, her words making her feel embarrassed: “I was thinking, maybe we could ask your father to borrow money from my father first, so he won’t be able to spend any more money on the Earth Mother Cult.”

Donna was completely stunned by the idea.

"Borrow money from Mr. Yashir first? He has money again?"

Seeing the blank look in Miss Lant's eyes after hearing the question, the witch suddenly remembered that Miss Lant did not know that her father had borrowed money from Mr. Clay and Mr. Melcher.

She probably still doesn't know, otherwise she should have told them to go and collect the debt.

"Perhaps I can think of a way to stop the Earth Mother Cult from harassing him," Donna said thoughtfully.

Clayton isn't the only one who can solve the problem.

For the remainder of the afternoon, the three girls moved back and forth between the dormitories, persuading other students to agree to the change in campus security measures, and asking them to persuade their fathers and brothers to communicate with the school about the matter.

For various reasons, the students readily accepted the suggestion, but there were other obstacles to bringing it to fruition.

Two hours later, Alice found Donna and told her that she really couldn't continue. They didn't hide it from anyone, so the news spread quickly, and the old gentlemen also learned of their opinion. They were terrified of losing their hard-won jobs, and several of them cried.

“I feel like I’m hurting them,” Alice said, her eyes brimming with tears.

Donna remained silent for a while after that.

These elderly people certainly did nothing wrong, but they are unable to fulfill their duties, and it would be irresponsible to everyone to ask them to protect the school.

Previously, the school was safe because there was nothing of value to be found there, and a few guns; thieves rationally judged it unsuitable to raid. But with the return of the Cursed Lord and the emergence of numerous Darkin, who do not rely on reason, the old guards have become less of a deterrent.

Her primary field of study in Bracora was freakology, and she was well aware that human flesh and blood were coveted by many cursed creatures. Sinjani Girls' Academy was one of the few human settlements in the suburbs, perhaps even the largest. Once the guards were dealt with, the remaining women had virtually no will to fight, and it would take the law enforcement forces several hours to reach the area.

"It's not that we absolutely have to fire them, we just need to increase manpower. Sigh, you should rest now, I'll continue the publicity," she said wearily.

Donna and Lant spent their free time in the afternoon trying to persuade all the students, but things only got worse.

Initially, 90 percent of the people thought that younger and more capable security personnel should be replaced, but when the older people learned about this, their sadness and anger left the girls at a loss. After all, they had not encountered a real crisis in this school, and the scales in their hearts began to tip again. Even when Donna claimed that she was not trying to get rid of anyone, but to increase manpower, it was to no avail.

One by one, people approached Donna and Lant to retract their previous promises.

After a busy afternoon, only 20% of the students insisted on changing security personnel.

Even Miss Lant began to waver. She still felt it was necessary to change security, but no longer believed the matter could be accomplished.

Before dinner, Donna was called to Dean Catherine's office.

“Miss Bellow, I heard that you and your friends were spreading rumors that the school was not safe and that you were demanding that all those respectable old teachers be expelled. I never knew you could be so heartless. A lady should never go so far.”

She approached Donna alone, instead of the other two, because she knew that Lant and Alice wouldn't do something like this on their own initiative.

She was quite surprised that this had happened; Donna Bello had never acted so recklessly before.

“But this is not a rumor,” Donna said sincerely. “As for those old gentlemen, we don’t necessarily have to expel them, but we can’t rely on them. In my opinion, they don’t have to do this job. The school can offer them many other jobs. After all, there are only four of them. Besides security work, they can also cultivate the land next to the shooting range or work as assistants to the coachman.”

The old lady took a breath, her stiff, slender waist complementing the chair back behind her—perhaps because they both gave off a feeling of "lifelessness."

“Listen, Miss Bellow, in the twenty years I’ve managed the academy, it has never been broken into by criminals. Our guards may not be young, but they are dedicated to their duties. What makes you think the academy is unsafe?”

“Just because a paper boat can stay in a basin of water doesn’t mean it can sail on the sea,” Donna replied. “There are more and more people with moon mania. If they are expelled from other parishes, they might come here.”

To avoid revealing her identity, the little witch chose the most common example—Moon Mania.

Lunar maniacs are like wild dogs; once they pack together, their danger increases dramatically. Attacks on lone pedestrians and the killing of children are examples of such incidents.

What's worse than wild dogs is that they use tools and weapons.

However, Catherine didn't take it seriously. She was convinced that it was impossible because patients with Lunar Mania were prone to dying from injuries and illnesses in the early stages of their illness, making it difficult for them to form a group with other patients.

Now she just thinks Donna is trying to get attention, which is one of the most common mistakes young people make.

There's only one question here: if Donna Bello hadn't spent her breaks between classes sleeping and intense physical training, with her looks and a few nice words, it wouldn't have been difficult for her to become a prominent figure in the college.

Regardless, Catherine was determined to curb this bad trend.

She spoke in a stern tone: "You mean, if we don't obey your orders, the academy will suffer?!"

She thought Donna would back down, but she didn't.

The witch retorted, her neck stiff: "Hard to say!"

bang.

The door to the solitary confinement cell was closed.

Donna calmly sat down on the only piece of furniture in the room—the dusty bed.

This was a major failure.

She actually had a way to get Catherine to forgive her "mistake," but she didn't care about the outcome.

Catherine doesn't believe the school's defenses are weak now, but she'll make her believe it later.

Tonight, she entered her dreams as usual in the cold, confined room.

The cold, gray walls of the solitary confinement cell were replaced by an open, warm world.

She went to another school she attended, her dear Bracola.

(End of this chapter)