Chapter 363: Suck my blood, Lily

Although the entire Eagle Cape Village has been covered in "amber", as if the stars in the sky have been petrified and solidified...

But in reality, time continued to flow normally. It was like a smoothly running wheel, now jerky due to a blockage. Because of this, Aiwass and the others couldn't sleep peacefully in their normal place, and could only quietly wait for time to return to the morning and reset everything.

After Merlin left, the only uninvited guest left here was Yeats.

Aiwass was finally able to talk about the past with Yeats.

They sat by the swamp, with Lily sitting beside them. Sherlock seemed to have something to tell Haena, so in case she accidentally forgot, he pulled Haena to get the notebook.

The swamp that had been drained of the "water of the underworld" now looked like a bottomless funnel-like pit.

If you fall from here, you might end up in the fairy kingdom. However, neither Aiwass nor Yeats were afraid of this.

Aiwass did not look back at the werewolf, but said calmly: "You are here to see me, Mr. Yeats."

This is not a question, but a statement.

"If I'm not mistaken, Miss Vivian Mathers should be the Lady of the Lake, Vivian."

Aiwass had been suspicious of the unusually mature girl.

The half-elf girl adopted by Bishop Mathers's sister had been picked up in such a haphazard manner that Aiwass had considered her the reincarnation of Vivian, the Fairy of the Lake, but there was no proof.

But with Yeats as the logical lubricant, it all makes sense.

Yeats, a werewolf, was deeply in love with Vivian. According to the nature of the path of love, Vivian must be the witch who gave Yeats the wolf transformation technique. Vivian needs to collect different kinds of love, and Yeats must be the collecting element of "master-servant love."

Yeats knew Mathers and Jacobs, and had also joined a mysterious society called the Golden Dawn - although Aiwass had never heard of the name of this society, it was enough to know that there was some connection between them.

Bishop Mathers accepted Aiwass's father, Julio Alexander, as his disciple, apparently because he and Julio's father, Jacob, were close friends. Mathers's ability to obtain accurate information about the "divine entity" was likely related to the Golden Dawn, as this incident itself was directly related to Jacob.

Jacob and Vivian had maintained a long-term cooperative relationship, which explains why Yeats was able to get in touch with Vivian.

It was obviously no coincidence that Vivian specifically chose Bishop Mathers' sister as her adoptive mother after her reincarnation.

——It’s all connected.

I was already in the game from the very beginning.

Facing the werewolf who didn't respond but just stared at the dim moon, Aiwass said softly, "But I think you should have some ideas of your own.

"...Not as Vivian's tool or pet, but rather as someone who hopes to take a more active role. Perhaps even to reverse the master-servant relationship."

After hearing what Aiwass said, Yeats finally turned around.

He stared at Aiwass for a long time before finally speaking in a low voice: "Did I reveal a flaw somewhere?"

"If I had to say anything," Aiwass got the answer he wanted, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, "it's that I'm too talented."

"It's hard to say whether you're a genius or not...but you're certainly sharp enough."

Yeats slowly turned his head and looked down into the center of the bottomless pit.

His body leaned forward slightly, as if he was crouching down on a high building, making dangerous movements, staring at the fairy cave.

The werewolf made a low sound: "As sharp as him."

"who?"

"Your grandfather, Jacob."

Yeats replied: "As a 'trickster,' I have never succeeded in deceiving him."

"This is the first time I've seen a fraudster with all four limbs and a complete face."

Aiwass said sincerely, "It's a very rare profession."

"You know a lot." Yeats finally laughed.

"Manipulating illusions and delusions to mislead others and deceive their minds. They're usually caught in casinos," Aiwass said softly. "Once caught, they'll break limbs or perform incorrect treatments, causing bones to grow distorted. They'll also brand their faces with an indelible mark, telling people they're a fraud."

“But this tactic didn’t work.”

Ye Zhi said calmly, "For a fraudster, creating a human skin mask and disguising oneself as someone else is a simple matter."

Aiwass nodded. "I know. Those fools thought it worked simply because those tricksters acted like they cared. The more pain and fear they felt, the more they seemed to care, and the more excited people became. But they never considered that the people before them were tricksters skilled in manipulating lies."

At this point, he narrowed his eyes and looked at Yeats: “It’s just like… your love for Vivian.

"——As a trickster, can you deceive your own heart?"

Hearing this, Yeats was silent for a long time.

"…Maybe, maybe not."

He responded vaguely, looking at Aiwass: "I thought you were going to ask me about Mathers."

"I could ask Bishop Mathers about that sort of thing. I think he'd be willing to tell me everything he can."

"So what do you want?"

"I want your 'lie'."

Aiwass replied, "The son of the feaster will be drunk on the feast, whether the cup is of blood or wine. Deception is the law of the Adaptation Path, but the youngest celestial being of the Path of Love also masters the principles of honey and enchantment."

Hearing this, Yeats looked at Aiwass deeply.

“I can’t.”

He answered simply, generously revealing the essence of his profession: "You may be good at lying, but you don't understand the core of a trickster. Transcendents of the Path of Love only care about themselves, and even deception is to deceive themselves."

"I really can't."

Aiwass looked at Lily: "What about her?"

"she?"

Ye Zhi looked at Lily, the corners of his mouth slightly raised: "My young fellow... Are you also a fraudster?"

"I am a witch."

Lily looked up and answered.

Upon hearing this, Yeats was stunned: "Witch?"

He then burst out laughing. It started as a low, leaky laugh, then gradually turned into a full-throated laugh. He even laughed until he cried.

"Well, witch... the dog handler eventually becomes the hound. How ironic."

Yeats wiped his eyes and said sarcastically, "But a witch cannot learn the trickster's skills."

"Indeed."

Aiwass nodded: "But she is also the successor of Gray Sky Division."

"The 'gray' of adaptation...something that is neither black nor white, neither evil nor good."

Yeats murmured, "That's the one."

He turned around and looked at Lily: “Then you may be able to learn my skills.

"But you, Aiwass. I'm half your elder, so I have to warn you... Are you really so confident that you would keep a woman who is good at hiding herself, has crazy talents, and is good at lying by your side?"

The werewolf stood up, hunched over the two of them, and gave a light warning: "The path of love is a cursed path. The deeper you go, the crazier you become... Look at me, boy. I was once a boy like you."

"Of course I'm relieved."

Aiwass said without hesitation: "I trust her - and she can't live without me."

"Hmph. A domesticated dog, huh?"

Yeats knew that this was the only answer he would get when Aiwass made this request. So he just scoffed and said, "It would be better this way."

He reached out and touched Lily's forehead.

I don’t know when.

It seemed like just an illusion, and it seemed like a long time had passed.

When Yeats's hand touched Lily's forehead, it had transformed into a ferocious wolf claw. Yeats also turned into an extremely terrifying and ferocious werewolf - not in the form of a gray wolf, but a giant wolf standing up like a man.

Its transformation had no special effects or sounds at all. It was as if it had been standing there like this from the very beginning.

And within its scarlet pupils emanated a well-restrained madness.

"Come on, girl."

The werewolf made a hoarse and low voice: "Let me see you at your most bloodthirsty and crazy.

"If you want to learn to lie, you must first understand your heart. Only by knowing what is true can you deceive your own heart."

Lily's body was trembling, as if she was afraid of something.

But soon, she opened her eyes, revealing her bloodthirsty vertical pupils.

She gasped for breath, which became increasingly difficult to suppress, and turned to look at Aiwas's back. She reached out and gently placed her hand on Aiwas's shoulder from behind.

Aiwass turned his head slightly, revealing his slender neck.

The corners of his mouth rose slightly.

"You're not going to bite it, Lily?"

Aiwass's gentle voice sounded.

His voice was clear and soft. "I allow it, child. Sucking my blood."

(End of this chapter)