The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 554 The Boundary of Purity (Part 2)
Donna remained silent.

The unicorn remains beautiful and a valuable friend and mentor to Donna, but on the other hand, she possesses a face that Donna fears.

"Kretsia wants to know what you were doing all this time," the female demon Margo suddenly spoke up.

"At the druids' request, I cleansed the cursed from their sacred ground." Lady Fatia's voice remained gentle, making it impossible to associate it with acts of killing.

However, she is not only capable of killing, but a master of killing.

Besides her exceptionally strong physique, the spiraled silver horns on her head can pierce almost any material, including steel. Her innate divine bloodline also makes her immune to most magic, miracles, and all curses, making her invincible in battle. Those battlefield stories have always been a source of fascination for children.

For a long time, she had been Donna's idol, but now... the young witch stood there, frozen.

"Ah—I know why now." The unicorn looked at Donna with pity, already guessing the answer. "Poor child, it's related to your family, isn't it?"

Donna nodded silently. This wasn't the topic she wanted to discuss with Fatia, but when she saw the unicorn, fears she hadn't even noticed herself surfaced like an iceberg.

"Come on in. I'll take you for a walk outside; it'll cheer you up."

The unicorn didn't say much on the topic, but instead bent her limbs and knelt down, her back lower than Donna's chest. As soon as Donna climbed onto her back, she stood up and, under the watchful eye of the devil Margo, trotted out of the house through the kitchen's back door.

The spring scenery in Bracola is always so beautiful, even though Donna has seen similar scenery in Batnu, it is fleeting.

As Donna rode on Fatia's back, the gentle air stirred into a spring breeze as the unicorn galloped about, gradually melting away the fear in her heart.

“In the blink of an eye, you’ve grown into a young woman.” The unicorn’s white hooves clattered on the grass, and the young voice spoke with the reminiscence of an old man. “I still remember the day you first came here. Everyone else came over to talk to me, but you huddled at the back, secretly observing every corner of this place, thinking we wouldn’t notice you.”

The witch was reluctant to let this past leave a deep impression on others' memories, and she muttered somewhat awkwardly on the unicorn's back.

“I’m all grown up now, and back then I was terrified of animals with horns.”

“I remember you later told me that you had a sheep named Cane at home that loved to fight. It would not only butt people, but also fight with its own kind every day, and even lost a horn because of it.” Fatia’s voice was filled with a gentle smile: “Strictly speaking, perhaps I am the second unicorn you have ever seen.”

Donna didn't speak; she gripped Fatia's mane, her face beginning to flush.

"By the way, you also blush very easily."

Donna couldn't see her own face, but she could feel the heat on it, so she rubbed her face vigorously.

Fatia sighed, “What a shy child. It’s a pity that I initially thought I could help you make some friends among others, but I failed. It’s a great regret and a mistake of mine.”

Donna disagreed with this statement. She lowered her hand and earnestly pleaded with Fatia to retract her remarks.

“You’re too proud,” Fatia sighed. “Perhaps getting involved with magic too early isn’t a good thing.”

“No, my personality and my circumstances meant I was bound to make this choice sooner or later. Magic didn’t hurt me; it helped me,” Donna said sincerely.

Both of them remembered the girl's initial reason for getting involved with magic.

That was the first time Donna asked Fatia for help.

“The livestock at home are sick, and the people who take care of them don’t know what’s wrong. The doctor is too far away. I want to know how to treat them,” young Donna Bello pleaded with her.

Every boy who reaches Bracola possesses the talent of a wizard, so Fatia asks the devil Margo to guide the child in learning magic, so that she can communicate with animals herself and understand them.

From then on, Donna stopped associating with other children her age in Bracola. She became engrossed in mysticism, spending her time either reading or pestering Fatia and the devils to tell her stories of using supernatural powers to fight their enemies.

Fatia slowed her pace as she ran up a small, verdant hill.

"You have a constant sense of urgency, which is why you can't fit in with them."

“First of all, I was the poorest of all the children, and I also lost my father. I couldn’t help but be jealous of the others,” Donna said calmly. “They can party all night in Bracola and wake up to the warmth of a complete family, while I have to help my mother maintain that large but not rich farm. Otherwise, when the land is abandoned and the livestock decrease, life will only get harder.”

She lowered her head, somewhat surprised by the relief she felt at finally being able to say those words.

“Others can’t understand why I’m not here playing with them. I see my mother and the servants working tirelessly every day, and I have to do whatever it takes to help them as much as possible. Learning magic is my way.”

“I can keep flocks of birds away from my crops, drive away wild animals, and directly ask livestock how they feel when they are sick and what the possible causes of their illness. I can then choose from a selection of pre-prepared medications for treatment, without having to consult a veterinarian every time. This is what I have achieved by working alone in Bracola all these years.”

Even though she has now rented out all her land and ranches to others, she doesn't regret not having used that time to play.

“I am gratified.” Fatia tilted her head back and looked up at the sun in the sky, the great thing in the sky making this earthly deity shine. “But you have never been honest with us about your feelings before, why did you choose to change today?”

“Because I have more now, what I lost before doesn’t hurt me as easily anymore,” Donna said frankly. She jumped off the unicorn and watched the sky with her principal.

"Is that your uncle? Since you met him, you've become much more cheerful." "I'm very grateful to him."

“I am grateful to him, even though he is a Darkin.”

Fatia had lived for so long that nothing could escape her eyes; the moment she sensed the students' fear, she basically guessed the reason.

“He has never harmed any completely innocent people,” Donna said, but then, sounding a little guilty, added, “I have never seen anything like that.”

The unicorn turned half its head and looked at her affectionately: "I will not hunt him down simply because of his identity, but Kretsia, you must remember that as his close relative and as a capable person, you have an obligation to restrain him. If he harms innocent people later, you will share in his sins."

“I fully understand and have already put in the effort.”

"Remember your initial motivation for learning magic: to help your family," the principal of Bracola solemnly admonished.

Donna, who had already released her pent-up emotions and felt relieved, now felt heavy-hearted because of Fatia's words: "What if I don't succeed? What will I do then?"

"There's no way around it, innocent people make more mistakes because they always trust others."

The unicorn paused. "If you still want to trust me, tell me about your uncle and the measures you've taken to help him. Perhaps I can offer some advice."

Donna completely trusted Fatia's promise, and she carefully chose her words.

"He's a werewolf, well, I only have one piece of advice for him—be moderate."

A whole chicken is skewered on an iron stick and placed into the oven by the chef, where it is rotated back and forth.

However, this was not enough. His master, Mr. Bello, ate a great deal of food every day, more than anyone he had ever seen who could eat. A whole chicken was nothing more than an appetizer compared to Mr. Bello's appetite.

The chef wiped his hands clean and turned to process the fresh beef that had just been delivered, only to find Mr. Bello standing in the doorway at some point.

Those yellow eyes were fixed on the meat on the cutting board, and the meaning behind them sent a chill down his spine.

"Sir, the food will take a little while."

Clayton Bello looked at the piece of beef and nodded slowly, but his expression was as if he were sleepwalking, making it impossible to tell whether he had heard or not.

The newly arrived beef was very fresh; it was still bloody, and the muscles were even twitching.

Clayton's Adam's apple bobbed once.

The silver blade parted the muscle, releasing more blood, and he watched intently.

The chef felt uncomfortable under the intense gaze, made two cuts, and then turned back.

"gentlemen?"

Clayton seemed to snap out of his daze: "I was just looking, you continue."

He almost moved a chair over, but the chef didn't refuse his good idea and could only endure the strange stares as he finished his work.

When it was time for dinner, Julius arrived at the restaurant to meet Clayton and Joseph.

Julius has almost stopped indulging in entertainment and fashion lately.

After his morning meditation session, he would jog as Clayton had planned, continuing until the end of his afternoon workday, after which he would jump rope. In just one month of this regimen, his physique had become considerably stronger.

This diligence stems from several reasons. However, he himself is very reluctant to acknowledge the existence of these reasons.

The exercise invigorated the wizard, and he began to enjoy the benefits, but at the same time, he noticed that the person who had led him down this path was becoming lethargic.

Clayton Bello sat at the head of the table, his eyes fixed on the cooked steak on his plate, as if he wanted to squeeze the blood out of it with his gaze.

“I’m pretty sure eating requires putting food into your mouth,” the wizard said. “Of course, if you have any other methods, you can demonstrate them to me so I can learn something new.”

“It can’t be replaced.” Clayton’s voice was forced out through clenched teeth: “It simply can’t be replaced!”

Julius didn't understand what he meant.

"Sorry, what?"

"I want blood!" the werewolf roared, suddenly raising his head.