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The person in front of Lilith had changed again. The shy boy had become a stern-faced teacher, who led her through the crowd to the spiral staircase in the southeast corner of the ballroom that led to the upper half of the floor. The air here was much fresher than down below, and the galaxy formed by magic above their heads was now within reach.

"The restrictions on the west and south sides of the academy are broken, Lilith," Teacher Rebecca said in a low voice, her expression shifting constantly in the light.

"I didn't do it, I climbed over the east wall to get out." Lilith, dazed, tried to touch the flowing magical light with her fingertips. She was so sleepy that she could hardly distinguish between reality and dreams, so she answered very honestly.

"..."

Rebecca and Wolfe exchanged a glance, the latter giving her a "Look at her, look at her!" look.

"Wolf wants me, as a woman, to speak with you, but I think you're tired of hearing some of these things. Why don't you let Wolf tell you himself how he came to Goredia?"

"Huh?" Lilith slowly turned around, asking in confusion, "Why are you talking about this? Do you want me to be your witness?"

Wolf, who had been leaning against the spiral staircase railing, suddenly jumped up and gave Lilith a sharp rap on the head: "What nonsense are you talking about!"

"Oh dear, has your sense of humor died, teacher?" Lilith even slowed down her complaints.

Wolf was clearly not in the mood for jokes. Since Rebecca had asked him to speak, he went straight to the point: “I didn’t graduate from Goredia and stay on as a faculty member like Rebecca. I come from the Watt tribe, a nomadic tribe in the Western Highlands. I only came to Goredia because of some personal connections with Cynthia.”

"Lady Cynthia?" Lilith struggled to open her eyes. Could it be...?

“Yes, my mother was a witch too.” Wolf nodded. “But not every witch raises her children herself, especially boys. I was left with my father from a young age… Don’t look at me like that, who are you pitying?”

"I'm sorry, please continue." Lilith covered her head, afraid that he would hit her again.

"Although the Watt tribe worships the horse god, the witches have protected us for generations. They provide medicine for the herders and livestock, dispel the miasma in the mountains, and guide lost children home. They are like mountain gods. It is something to be proud of to be able to raise offspring for the witches."

Although I couldn't attend the witches' gatherings, little witches like Cynthia and Phoebe often came down from the mountain to the tribe to play and exchange supplies. As descendants of witches, we had a good relationship since childhood.

...So when a crisis arose in Ozler, Cynthia sought help from the Western Highlands, and I, tired of nomadic life, decided to go to her and try a different way of life.

Lilith suddenly realized.

Wolf pointed to the scar across his right eyelid: "You students all think that I came to teach at the academy because of injuries, illnesses, or being terrified by the Void Beasts, right?"

“No, no, teachers, that’s what they said. I’ve never thought that way.” Lilith waved her hand in denial. “I thought it was because of love.”

Wolf took a deep breath, his face gradually turning red, whether from embarrassment or anger, he couldn't tell.

"Stop scolding her, keep talking." Rebecca rubbed her temples.

Wolf paused for a moment before continuing, "I was among the first to support Ozler. Of course, a straggler like me is no match for the Knights of Taylor. I think you know more about the Taylor family's connection with Duke Bishop than I do."

Lilith nodded.

“When I arrived in Ozler, I naturally became their comrade-in-arms. Although I came from the Watt tribe, those knights did not look down on me because of my background and treated me very well.” Wolf recalled the past with a slight smile. Just then, the light and shadow changed, and Lilith seemed to see a trace of sadness in it.

"That year we finally completed the defensive wall, which is now the prototype of the first line of defense. Everyone was overjoyed and felt that they had seen the dawn of victory."

Winters on the east coast are bitterly cold, with strong sea winds. We, the night watchmen, huddled on the newly built defensive wall, excitedly dreaming of the future. I don't remember who brought out the liquor, but everyone had a few sips to keep warm. I drank some too, though I swear I didn't drink much… The moon was very full that day.”

The drowsiness in Lilith's eyes subsided considerably, and she looked at Instructor Wolf in surprise, already having a guess in her mind.

"My origins are no longer a secret in Godia, but back then, even I didn't know I had werewolf blood. Maybe it was because I was too tired that day, maybe the alcohol was too strong, maybe it was the changing magical tides, or maybe it was the influence of my witch bloodline? I don't know, anyway—"

On that full moon night, I reverted to my primal nature…

A romantic and soothing melody filled the dance floor. The lights dimmed, and the young couple, now certain of their feelings for each other, embraced and moved slowly across the dance floor. Instructor Wolf's face darkened, but the constant thumping of his throat proved that his emotions were far from calm. Rebecca gently took his hand.

"That night, a beast tide appeared, and I... killed several people. They were all the best knights; even the void beasts couldn't take their lives, but I was the one who killed them." Wolf's self-deprecating laugh carried a hint of self-abandonment.

"Look, this is what a hybrid is like, an unstable hybrid. Even though no one in my family has reverted to wolf-like behavior for several generations, for some unknown reason, the ancient bloodline will suddenly awaken. At that time, you will know that you are different from ordinary people and will never be able to integrate into them again."

Lilith remained silent. She vaguely recalled that Zora had issued a decree related to this matter, prohibiting intermarriage between different races, for which she was criticized by the dwarven historians.

"Although Cynthia insisted that my actions were unconscious and driven by instinct, I didn't want to make things difficult for her. I asked her to give me the punishment I deserved. She endured the pressure and dragged it out for a long time. Finally, I met Simon in Ozler and learned that they were planning to build their own military force. Cynthia strongly recommended me because she knew that Grandia and Simon would definitely accept me as a half-blood."

Lilith understood, because Professor Simon was also a half-blood...

But why was Mr. Wolf suddenly telling him all this? Lilith felt confused and uneasy.

Rebecca patted Lilith's head. The girl had grown into a strong and upright bamboo, and she needed to raise her arm to reach her. "Lilith, Wolf is very worried about you. He doesn't want you to act impulsively and cause you and your offspring to follow in his footsteps. Life is not easy for half-bloods."

"...What the heck? My...my descendants?"

Lilith was completely bewildered. What was going on here? Just a moment ago, she was lamenting about Mr. Wolf's tragic past and the fate of half-bloods. How did the topic suddenly veer off course?

"Stop hiding it, we know everything." Rebecca's tone turned serious. "Lilith, you are—"

The soothing music on the dance floor ended at that moment, and there was a brief silence in the room. A few people, positioned directly above the dance floor and near the spiral staircase, could hear Rebecca's powerful words:

"Lilith, you're a dragon lover!"