Selma Payne's POV:
This was a purification spell, not sorcery. It was a gift from Moon Goddess.
They were the evidence that I was beyond cure.
"It's been a week," my father said. "In this week, the doctor has given you countless critical notices, and the werewolf grandmasters have been waiting outside your ward at all times."
"I know why. Once I undergo an irreversible mutation and become an irrational monster, the werewolf grandmaster must purify me before I cause any casualties.
The so-called 'purification' meant my death.
"But I'm lying here, aren't I?" I smiled and comforted my father. "I'm awake. This is proof that I'm getting better."
My father didn't say anything and only looked at me sorrowfully.
Thus, I fell silent.
Being clear-headed might not be a good thing. On the contrary, it was more like a final radiance before death.
"... What about Dorothy?" I asked.
