Chapter 99

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Her mansion is purely vintage. The walls are bookshelves overcrowded with books, even the lengthy table in the middle of this space is occupied with books and blueprints of magic—just like how messy a mage could be. I laid the carrier on the table, silently, observing her motions that might seem alarming while she's performing enchantment to Hedwelch and Danteleon.

"The atmosphere of this city contains an anti-werewolf swirling in the air," she generously informed whilst still acting grumpy. "This will be the safest place for them and your wisest decision would be to stay here for tonight. I bet the atmosphere has affected you as well." And then she finished her magic, Danteleon cried afterward.

"What did you do?" I formed my claws behind my thigh.

"Infants are healthy when they cry. It's your turn to feed him." Her response calmed my doubt. I looked at Danteleon and he's flushy again. I gave him a pacifier first. The woman slides sideward the bookshelf