Moonlight has the magical power to purify all filth, and all the poisons born in the forest, even the curse of the werewolf, have nothing to hide under the moon and vanish into dust.
Moon witches shouldn't be afraid of the darkness; it's the demons and curses that hide in the darkness that should be feared.
With her hand no longer trembling in the silver cup, Dill poured the rest of the water from the wine glass into the silver cup. She took out a moonwort from the medicine cabinet, which was born in the full moon. The pale and dry blades of the grass drooped and appeared lifeless, and the young girl inserted the dry roots into the silver cup.
Light is a symbol of vitality, and in the same way, light can be drawn from life.
[Aura] can reproduce those spoken words and gestures of Amber's, and [Abundance] will enhance magic mediated by herbs. As for the final fate, it would be left to the Moon Goddess to decide.
The water in the silver cup quickly reached the bottom, the white roots gradually plumped up, the thin, brittle leaves seemed like frost that melted when pinched, and the veins could be seen to be flowing with color before an incredibly crystalline silver dew condensed from the tip of the leaf.
Just a small drop of moon gel made the room bright. When the moon gel fell into the silver cup, the invisible goddess also lifted up the cup of abundance, and an unending stream of life water gurgled out, instantly illuminating the girl's dying face.
The young witch helped the girl drink from the silver cup; the gloomy death gradually dissipated from her face; the pale skin regained its blood color; the girl blinked her eyelashes; her green eyes lit up slightly; and Dill seemed to see a forest full of vitality.
It worked. The frozen air flowed again, and Dill couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief, while the silence was also broken
[Inspiration Breakthrough: [Aura C] boosted to [Aura B].]
[Inspiration Breakthrough: [Abundance D] improves [Abundance B].]
[Inspiration Breakthrough: [Food into Gold C] to upgrade [Food into Gold B].]
[Obtained the blessing [Crescent Shelter A] based on [Aura B] and [Abundance B].]
Dill didn't have time to be happy at all, as she quickly buried Lily's head in her arms as the girl prepared to get up.
Her mother's body was right next to hers.
Dill took a deep breath as she got her emotions under control and patted Lily's head, whispering in her ear as if she were telling a story: "Lily, you fell asleep earlier. We were playing hide and seek with Mr. Big Wolf."
The girl was a little alarmed. "What then? Have we been discovered?"
"That's why I have to be more careful; remember what mom told you?"
Dill felt the head in her arms nod.
"Mama said to go to the piss alley behind the silversmith's store and that Auntie would send someone to take us to a prettier town, to a bigger house to live in."
Dill remembered that the aunt Mrs. Cole had mentioned was a sister of Mr. Cole's mother and had heard that she was married to a nobleman, well off, and on good terms with the Cole family, and that Lily would be well taken care of there.
"Okay, so do you remember the way?"
"Eh." This was the town she grew up in, and she could walk faster than Dill, even in the dark.
Dill carried her away from the murder scene to the back door of Peter's house while she spoke.
"Mom wants you to go over to Auntie first and move quickly and carefully, never to be spotted by the big coyote or anyone else."
"What about mom and sister?"
Dill heard the whispering of the flies again; the "flies" that smelled the stench of the corpse were gathering here.
Time was running out!
"We'll come over to you, but you'll have to go alone first, okay?"
Lily looked reluctant; she got into Dill's arms and refused to leave. "Are you going to look for the big wolf, sis?"
"Yes, I'm going to fight the big wolf so he won't bother you anymore."
Lily hesitated, and Dill felt a bulge in her arms. She pulled it up and saw that it was the wolf-repellent-scented packet she had given Lily.
"If it's a sister, it's sure to chase away the big coyote."
The girl looked at herself brightly, her clear eyes like innocent crystals that seemed to be able to see everything.
"Sister is a Moonlight Fairy, right?"
Dill wanted to hold her forehead; it seems that she was the one who looked at her when she was undoing the spell last night.
She simply went along with the words, "Yes, yes, that's why I'm going to beat up the big coyote now!"
"Okay, okay, hit him hard with mommy! Mommy said she'd smash the coyote's head flat with a pan too!"
Seeing Lily's leaping little face, Dill couldn't help but soften and rub her head.
"Take Old Jack with you; he's got a good nose, and the big wolves won't dare come near you with him around."
Dill kissed the birthmark on the girl's nose, and Lily smiled fondly. She really liked Dill so much; she was the one person who wouldn't hate something on her face besides her dad and mom.
"Fairy sister, I'll always be your devotee. Thank you for always protecting me." The girl lifted her foot and kissed the young girl's cheek.
[Inspiration Breakthrough: [Divinity D] evolved [Divinity D+]]
Although her father won't wake up, she has her mom, and after that, her sister, and like her mom said, there will still be so many people in this world who will love her
The girl raised her hook and Dill in a sign of agreement, not forgetting to wave at the great white goose; the old hound flicked his tail as if to say goodbye, and then immediately followed in the footsteps of his last master.
Watching the girl leave, with her back to the body of the girl's mother, Dill's eyes ached a little, and she tried to rub them, only then realizing that her palms were sweaty, but the night was far from over.
The goddess would be proud of you. Laurel spoke softly.
Dill couldn't help but smile. She wondered if Amber would give herself a hug if she were here.
The white geese along the window flapped their wings, signaling that an outsider was approaching. Dill drew out the red hat—the cloak that little Peter had mischievously put on Lily's head.
Actually, the alarmist was right about one thing, and that was that werewolves did like the color red, like the old Little Red Riding Hood and the Great Wolf; red flesh and blood whetted a werewolf's appetite, and humans with red hats were like bloomin' desserts.
Dill fastened her cloak and pulled up her red hat. She put a wolf repellent-scented packet in the pocket of her cloak, a large white goose in her pocket, and was fully armed. She knew they must look delicious now, but it wasn't the werewolves she was afraid of now.
Outside the house, the malice grew more and more violent, imagining that the orphans and widows were like sacrificial lambs and that the "wolves" in human skin could not wait to skin them and tear them to pieces.
The girl... in the river...
Mother...twine ...
Bodies, Breadbugs,.
Russell's Knights, Heber's merchants, Cole's mother and daughter, and countless other worthless townspeople have been "eaten alive" by these wolves.
Dill thought to herself that if she really met a werewolf, at least he would be able to tear herself and those scum into pieces. She was bitterly happy, but the shadow of Mucha flashed in her mind.
The moment before she rushed out the door, she still couldn't help flashing a thought.
If she could, she still wanted to live to see him once.
The red figure flashed by, extraordinarily conspicuous, and the restless guys behind her were like wild beasts that smelled blood. A man-to-man hunt had officially begun.
Dill ran in the opposite direction of where Lily had left, which was the forest.
It was the hunting ground of the werewolves, but it was also a holy place where the moon god took refuge
The twisted branches of the trees above her head formed a thick green net; the ground was tangled with roots, but Dill was as nimble as a deer dodging from side to side. The damp moss and the scent of wildflowers made her feel like a fish out of water, as if she had returned to the memory of the forest bathed in moonlight.
Dill was hiding in the forest with the big white goose, and the voices behind her were in hot pursuit.
She glanced back in her haste and could barely hold back her laughter.
Those alarming people are no longer dressed in solemn black robes but wearing animal skin-sewing fur coats; they probably have never seen a real werewolf in their lives. The look is not like a beast but like that of a rag collector.
One of them has a crooked bearskin hat, carrying a weapon in one hand and a lamp in the other to open up the night to look for prey, walking in a stumbling manner.
Dill walked past him that way and couldn't help but worry for him when she thought of the waterlogged ditch she'd just gotten away with crossing.
"Ah!"
"Demon, are you okay?"
"Blah blah blah. Damn, I didn't see the ditch!"
Dill: Whoops?
Yeah, on a dark moonless night like this, with just a lantern, not to mention finding someone, you have to be careful not to get hit by bird poop, scrape your face on a branch, or trip over a tree trunk.
The girl was so blessed that the sound of wailing behind her was like music under a baton.
It's done!
[Evil Thought Breakthrough, [Ominous Omen A+] advanced to [Raven].]
No, it's not good. It's messed up!