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Upon mentioning this, Lily suddenly remembered something, "That’s right, young master... I saw ’Dark Cloud’!"
"Did you expose your identity?"
Aiwass instantly became alert.
"Dark Cloud" referred to the werewolf author they had encountered during their last promotion, who claimed he was heading to Avalon and asked them to look after him.
As a werewolf, his innate path should be the Path of Love, which overlapped with Lily.
However, his innate path should be at least at the third energy level, possibly even the fourth. What he was now promoting was his second profession, the "author" on the Path of Beauty.
——And Lily had killed him last time.
"No, I specially used a new identity this time,"
Lily shook her head, "But he’s different from ordinary werewolves. He seems to understand witches very well..."
"Understands witches well?"
Aiwass thoughtfully said, "I see... I understand. He is the Guardian of witches."
"Guardian?"
"Yes. The Werewolf Transformation Skill is advanced witchcraft only mastered by high-level witches, and the quickest one would need to be at the third energy level, or the fourth for a more balanced upgrade. For a fourth-level witch, there are rarely enemies that must be dealt with using the Werewolf Transformation Skill."
Aiwass explained.
In this version of the world where the fifth energy level is a threshold only a few can touch, the fourth level has already transcended the limits of normal humans and became the strongest in the conventional sense.
If the fifth energy level is a Nobel prize and the third is akin to a PhD, then the fourth level would be comparable to an academician. It’s a realm beyond the reach of mere "effort."
For such big figures, there are plenty of people willing to lick their boots.
"Not to mention, witches are Transcendents of the Path of Love. Just like the Path of Beauty, they can enhance their beauty and physique. However, unlike the Path of Beauty, which transforms oneself into the most aesthetically pleasing for oneself, the Path of Love continually perfects one’s body. Making the strong stronger, the beautiful more beautiful, the agile even more so... the tasty tastier."
"Therefore, high-level witches all possess peerless beauty and eternal youth. And with the ability to concoct numerous magical potions and accumulated connections over the years, how could they possibly need to personally curse their enemies?"
Aiwass laughed, "This is the Werewolf Transformation Skill paradox——high-level witches who master the skill no longer need to use it. They could transform people into lambs or frogs, which, if left unchecked, can persist for a very long time, for years or even decades. It’s not necessary to bear the cost of ’the cursed might become werewolves and seek revenge’ by using the Werewolf Transformation Skill."
Aiwass grew more and more excited, eventually crawling out from under the covers.
Lily was momentarily startled, then subconsciously glanced at Isabel but met her gaze.
The two exchanged looks and then both lowered their eyes, pretending as if nothing had happened.
Meanwhile, Aiwass just leaned against the pillow, seriously addressing the two, "So, there’s another possibility. These werewolves might actually be the followers of witches."
"Because witches are high-level Transcendents of the Path of Love, they are easily influenced by the power of their path and become irritable, selfish, and whimsical. Hence, witches often modify their loyal followers... turning them into spirits that attach to armor and teacups, into their mounts and pets..."
"...or turn them into werewolves, right?"
Lily felt a sinking feeling in her heart and answered softly.
Hearing this, she felt an inexplicable fear in her heart.
Currently, everything she did was of her own volition, without much conflict.
But in the future, as her level rose and her resonance with her path strengthened, would she be able to maintain her true self against the continuous assault of its power?
"Exactly,"
Aiwass asserted, "Indeed, some werewolves are transformed through curses. But most of them know little about witches, or at least harbor resentments towards them. Yet from what you say, Dark Cloud seems to be friends with witches... it’s highly possible that he’s a ’house dog’ kept by some witch."
"Therefore, I believe he lied before. He didn’t flee because of the political purges of the Iris Kingdom, nor was he chased by the vampires. Being able to conduct promotion ceremonies twice doesn’t seem like someone being hunted."
As everyone knows, you can’t wake up during promotion ceremonies.
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This was the moment when almost all Transcendents were at their most vulnerable.
Even a Transcendent of Meg’s level would fall into a sleep where they were incapable of sensing the outside world during their advancement. If someone were to wake them forcibly, it would automatically be counted as a failed ritual. Just like escaping from a game, they would have to bear the consequences of both the ritual failure and the forced awakening—and the effect of Dream Intoxicant was to make them so deeply asleep that no amount of calling could wake them.
"Even if he wanted to risk advancement, it would be more logical to advance on the Path of Love. From level one to two on the Path of Beauty, what powers could he obtain... Yet he advanced twice within half a month."
Aiwass affirmed, "So at least he’s not being hunted, otherwise he wouldn’t be so leisurely."
"Then there are two possibilities. Either he was actually sent here by his master, or his master is gone, and he has become a homeless stray dog."
"There’s also fierce infighting within the Iris Kingdom. It’s quite normal for ’Dark Cloud’ not to pick sides."
This could also explain why he knew so many secrets—
A person tormented by Werewolf Transformation Skill for at least nine years should be roaming the wilds, filled with wildness, and by now unable to be accepted by society.
Even if he previously had the Adaptation from the Path of Beauty, he should have lost it by now. How could he still maintain enough literary cultivation and spirituality to become a "writer"?
Unless he’s always been treated like a pet dog, with the opportunity to read books and newspapers normally at home, to keep up with the times. The secrets he knew were probably what his master disclosed intentionally or unintentionally.
Then his purpose in going to Avalon, it seems, is far from pure...
"Miss Ligeia said that he has already reached Avalon."
Lily added, "He might even have arrived or is close to Glass Island. Although he seems friendly, Miss Ligeia still did not let him succeed in advancing... Even so, she has become an acquaintance with him."
"Miss Ligeia is really impressive."
Lily was quite envious.
Isabel, who was listening on the side, also widened her eyes, showing a longing look.
You two staying up in the middle of the night is also quite impressive.
Aiwass grumbled to himself.
I want to catch up on some sleep, why are we still talking...
Forget it, I feel spirited from the conversation. Why not just stay up all night?
Aiwass sighed, deciding to get dressed and get out of bed.
"Little Isabel, are my clothes warm?"
Aiwass joked, "Aren’t you going to change your clothes?"
Even though "Little Isabel" is a very normal nickname, and even Queen Sofia and Meg use it, Isabel still blushed when she heard it.
She leaned into Aiwass’s ear and said fiercely in a low voice, "I’ve been your mother before... now we’re even!"
"That was Aiwass Alexander who said that, what does it have to do with Aiwass Moriarty?"
Aiwass looked innocent.
Isabel felt so irritated her teeth itched.
As payback and punishment, she decided not to return Aiwass’s pajamas just yet: "Your clothes, I won’t return them yet...!"
Having said that, Isabel turned and ran off.
Aiwass called out from behind, "Remember to return them to me next week, I have to go out!"
"Fine!"
Without looking back, Isabel crisply replied, "Then I’ll return them to you next week!"
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Above Aiwass’s head, in the painting, Yanis was excitedly rolling around nonstop.
