Anyone would be deceived by the flawless silver-white body at first sight. The blonde knight was full of the beauty of the declining sun, and just like the agent of the supreme god on earth, no one would doubt him for a second.
But now, the young man who had removed his disguise was already another person.
The blue-green pupils of his eyes burned with golden phosphorus fire in the dark night; perhaps because of his transformation a while ago, his upper body was naked, and there was no longer any silver armor camouflage, instead, there were strange totem patterns spreading out from his waist and abdomen to his chest; fortunately, the other party had prepared an extra pair of pants, Dill thought to herself.
The vivid colors seemed to penetrate the veins of the skin, along the strong and capable lines of the boy, wrapping every inch of the muscles ready for action. Beyond the ultimate curse of all that made him as if he were bathed in blood, clad in a pair of crimson armor of evil, now he is not a good knight of the Most High God.
It's so strange, he clearly gave me the feeling of being human before.
Laurel murmured in the witch's ear.
What about now?
[I've never felt that evil before.]
In fact, without Laurel's reminder, Dill could visualize the image: with a single thought from the other man, the evil spell tattoo would instantly burrow into his hide, tearing away the false human skin and freeing the blood-soaked beast.
This was the true werewolf, easily blending in with the sheep, watching coldly as they killed each other until the very last moment when they opened their bloody mouths.
"I didn't mean to scare you."
His voice was still gentle, like a good knight trying to explain why he was half-naked in front of a female.
"I'm freaking out," Dill replied honestly as she pressed her heartbeat, which was pounding under her chest.
Of course, the werewolf's ear could hear her clearly, and Mucha smirked, scratching her head somewhat helplessly.
Because of the dim vision, Dill only then noticed that the other party's hair color became very dark, from the original brilliant honey blonde to a deep golden brown. She couldn't help but wonder if, at the moment of transformation, the other party's hair color would be rendered into the same thick black ink as her own.
"I hadn't planned to meet you like this."
"You lied to me." Dill reminded him that this was the point.
Mucha's face immediately turned serious. "I told you the truth; Mucha is my real name; I didn't tell you a single lie."
Wow, right, you just forgot to introduce yourself as a werewolf.
"You also didn't tell me you were a witch; no wonder you smelled so scared in the sanctuary." The teenager still sounded a little innocent in his words.
Dill had nothing to say but to hold onto the scented bag, and if she could, she would have loved to shove all the herbs in it up the other girl's nose.
Crafty beast pupils noticed her small action, and Mucha couldn't help but laugh. "The smell of this incense packet of yours is really bad; my nose is like a cold; I can't smell your scent at all; and I can only spin around in the forest in place until you bleed."
Dill uncomfortably pressed the wound on her hand, suddenly remembering Shuck: "Where is that man?"
Mucha's face was unimpressed, but his light tone was inexplicably chilling. "What do you think? They hid Russell's bones in the monument; I smelled it; that damn bastard took Russell's bronze ring for himself and wore it on his pinky finger; and he hurt you, didn't he?"
Dill heard a hint of unusual emotion, and she suddenly realized that the armor wasn't just there to hide who he was but also to hide all of his anger and hatred.
She slowed down her tone. "It seems like you aren't lying, your nose is even better than a dog's."
Mucha couldn't help but reveal a knowing smile at her words: "As for Mrs. Cole, she has a similar scent to Lily, so I probably know they are mother and daughter."
"I also know that she died." He sighed slightly. "I'm late, Dill. I really didn't intend to hurt innocent people; I just wanted to avenge Russell."
"What the hell are you?"
Dill was a bit confused; he was a werewolf, yet he was associated with the church and even the legendary Red Knight, who had slain the Black Wolf King. He said he hadn't told a single lie, and the church appointed a werewolf as a Silver Knight. That was as absurd as calling the Supreme God to go and propose to the Moon Goddess.