Moon Valley Kingdom

Sounds of horse gallops reverberated the entire vicinity as approximately thirty men gathered around and surrounded a woman in dirty, tattered clothes. From a glance, it was simple to see how powerful she was despite the appearance. This was evident as smoke continued to come out of her body, her red hair in messy braids falling like autumn leaves.

"Surrender yourself and His Majesty will give His mercy!" one of the men exclaimed, thrusting out his sword towards the woman.

The woman kept her head low, seemingly whispering something but could not even be heard. It couldn't, not by ordinary humans.

"Commander, s-she's using spells!!" One of the soldiers said in alarm, eyes full of fear.

Another stepped in, a visible scar on the side of his right eye, "Let me handle this, Commander. I will absolutely kill this woman! The kinds of them must vanish so that no evil may continue in this land!"

"Calm yourself, Donald. His Majesty said we should bring her alive," the Commander Chief exclaimed then faced the other men next to him. "Bring out the chains and tie her immediately!"

Five men quickly moved as they reached the woman on the ground. One of them caught sight of the woman's face and paused.

The soldier's eyes trembled as he looked at her, noticing the tiny drops falling from her golden, emerald eyes. But witches used magic that was evil and evil must perish as the higher ups always said. In the end, he lowered his head and continued to chain her, enough so it would be impossible for her to escape.

Unlike the dirt on her face, the dirt on humans could never compare. Likewise, however, they also never came into light.

"They always end up under the rag, always, always being swept off under the rag."

A woman wearing a thin nightgown spoke, her skin white and smooth, long black hair gently fell down past her shoulders. The candle light trembled inside the room and the other man, the soldier who had spoken about what happened earlier, stared at the woman in awe.

After a while, the man said, "You seem to know more about them the more you speak with the landlady. Not good. The Capital won't allow these kinds of words. Reah, it's better to be careful. How about you live in the forest for a while, until then..."

"Until then, what, Xander? How sure are you that the forest will be a safe place for those who know too much? We've been given this much luxuries because you're part of the Golden Knights. But you're aware, aren't you? The royal family is too fucked up in the heads. Every woman they have suspicions on is always being captured and for what reason? Because they think they are members of the Raven Clan," Reah exclaimed. Although she spoke softly, the anger in her eyes was evident and clear.

Xander glanced outside through the windows before moving closer to Reah. "The Raven Clan is an atrocious group. You do know how they killed numerous werewolves before. Even the Alpha King and Luna's children hundred years ago were captured and massacred in front of them and it is all done with the help of an evil power, of witches! How can they not be wary of this clan? Reah, this land we are living in, it is now at peace because of the Moon Valley's ruling."

"The Moon Valley Pack - even though it is now mixed with werewolves and humans - it is the most powerful pack, the most powerful kingdom. His Majesty, especially him, he is too... powerful. No one can defy him and his orders," Xander explained and with a sigh, added, "It isn't right to go against him. It's wrong..."

"It's not wrong, it's just dangerous. Those two are different things, Xander," Reah simply corrected.

The husband and wife exchanged looks, seemingly trying to understand their situation before they looked down, silently claiming defeat for the thousandth time. There was no way people could freely speak about such matters. As they had spoken about, it was too risky and no one could defy the King in this country.