At a very young age, Margaret fantasized that one day a mighty warrior would come to marry her in the sacred Beamon beast "Bahamut", making her the happiest bride. However, as she grew older, Margaret also came to understand that her marriage was like dust blowing in the desert, completely involuntary, even if she was the young daughter of the powerful Grand Duke of Midamoa.

In Krulod, the status of women is not much higher than that of cattle and sheep. Unless he achieves the noble shamanic rank through the test of the god of war like his eldest sister Catherine, it is possible to gain a certain freedom. Otherwise, once she is old, what awaits her is a political marriage that has nothing to do with love. Like your own mother, marrying a stranger, or serving a man with multiple other women.

Therefore, once she clearly saw her future, Margaret longed more sincerely for a true love that she would remember, that she would have no regrets, and that would burn her on fire.

And she seems to have been lucky to finally find it.

That man, that foreign man, that human man who was far less powerful than the Beamon warriors, but who seemed to be more reassuring.

His name was "Moriarty. Ensberg".

On the banks of the Sandos River, on the banks of the rapids, Margaret met him for the first time. But at first it was not a pleasant experience, ambushed, killed, captured, and the werewolf even thought that she would die in a foreign land. But the next qiē completely exceeded Margaret's assumption, and the man actually defeated himself in a one-on-one battle. And again in a purely warrior way. This made Margaret extremely discouraged, as if she were a lowly big-eared recruit. And the phrase "What have you done for your men and squadrons?" Take them to death? Or continue to sprinkle a handful of salt on the wounds of veterans with indifference and anger? It completely broke her heart defense, allowing the female werewolf to look at it from the perspective of an ordinary soldier for the first time. It turns out that bravery and sacrifice are not something that can be abused as a slogan of reckless behavior, as small soldiers, they are more eager for the love of their commanders and lead them safely off the battlefield.

For the first time, Margaret completely conceded defeat, not only in the battle, but also in the rash perception of the past. But at the same time, she also won a warm palm. Pulled her back from her helpless crying.

And then later. The "hateful and less hateful" human whimsically hired "Longinus" as the caravan's escort. Does he really trust his enemies that much? Or do you believe in Wolfgang's credit that is not friendly among the aliens?

Either way, Margaret couldn't help but be a little curious about him for the first time.

An arrogant and abominable human? Or a cunning evil mage? Or both?

Margaret couldn't help but think and explore, but she didn't know that it would make her walk in step by step and it would be difficult to turn back.

When the Clark Valley is right in front of you. The werewolf suddenly felt an indescribable sadness. Obviously, I was about to regain my freedom. But it turned into loss and sadness.

If there is a vast and dangerous desert between Krulord and Erathia. Then the distance between a Beamon and a human is an unattainable end of the world. Perhaps a moment of separation will be the secret of eternity in this life.

For the first time, Margaret had such a clear reluctance to a strange man. Clear enough to make her ashamed, clear enough to make her heartbroken.

Therefore, when he gave himself a precious one-star dagger as a parting gift, the female werewolf took off the wolf tooth pendant hanging from her neck and stuffed it into the other party's hand without thinking about it. Perhaps the human man did not understand that the small fangs were actually the baby teeth replaced by Margaret, and this action was the most sincere show of love for the Beamon woman in Krullod.

Flesh and bones, only the teeth are the hardest; The heart of love for the monarch will remain unchanged for a long time.

The Beamon women who dare to love and hate have expressed their loyalty and love in this way for generations.

So, a year later, when she received the letter with the marks of the wolf's fangs, Margaret immediately decided to rush to Bracada, to the man who had never faded away in her heart.

And in the years that followed, Margaret accompanied him from birth to death, at the forefront of the Yongville Valley, in the hinterland of the dangerous goblins, in the siege of the demon army, the werewolf only followed him and followed her heart.

"What exactly do you want!?"

Sometimes, Margaret asks herself the same questions. Because the man already has a fiancée by his side, and they love each other. And the werewolf has hated sharing a husband with other women since she was a child, but now, is she willing to fall like this?

However, while Margaret was still confused, another human woman had quietly clinged to him. Returning from Windsor Castle that day, the werewolf clearly smelled from him the scent of a strange woman and a unique smell of a man and a woman who had been happy. As a result, Margaret was almost shocked and unable to hold herself, and even collapsed on the spot.

Later, he confessed to his fiancée, but it also made a mess of the originally harmonious housework.

At the same time, Margaret became depressed and did not even want to touch him again, as if she felt that the betrayed person was actually herself. It's just that a few days, weeks, and months have passed, and the female werewolf can't defeat the love in her heart, and she can't let go of him. So much so that during the night voyage of the airship that came, he asked the sentence: "What about me?" Where's my yellow rose? You, will you also be unbearable? ”

Is it weakness? Is it a compromise? Is it surrender?

Margaret didn't know.

She doesn't want him to betray love, and she also wants to be loved.

She really didn't know.

So, at the banquet, when she heard the man say "I don't want to" from behind, Margaret was satisfied, disappointed, trembling, and had too many feelings to explain.

In the evening, the Great Cloud, carrying eighty-five groups of new wolf riders, rose into the sky and flew towards Erathia in the northeast with the sunset.

On the ground, the Duke of Midamoa had already left, and only the three siblings stood side by side, looking at the distant airship with their own expressions.

"Mary, you..."

Until then, Ronnie still didn't understand why his sister suddenly burst into tears at the banquet, and why he suddenly announced that he would stay and not return to Rheinberg. As an older brother, he really cares about Margaret's well-being and hopes that she can marry a warrior he loves, and Moriarty is undoubtedly the best candidate.

"Brother Ronnie, you don't have to say it."

Margaret just shook her head, but there were no tears in her red eyes.

No matter what the future holds, at this moment, the werewolf seems to be satisfied after getting the word "I don't want to", and she doesn't want to be obsessed anymore. Perhaps the knight of the summer palace who is full of force will never understand for the rest of his life that some women can be desperate for love, while some women will be miserable and confused because of the entanglement between love and self. And Margaret wants to make one last effort to retain her original intention.

"Sister, can I follow you and learn shamanic skills?" Turning around, Margaret asked Catherine softly.

"Hmph, it seems that you still can't let him go, and you want to be a 'maid in the inner temple' for the rest of your life?" The female war priest didn't look at her sister, but just looked up at the goblin airship that was as small as a bean in the sky, and asked in a cold voice from the heart.

"Yes."

Margaret nodded frankly, while Ronnie on the side was shocked.

"Stupid!" Only then did Catherine turn her head and snort disdainfully at her sister: "The way of the god of war lies in being courageous, you don't say that you have to go to the 'divine test' level with such a mentality, even if you enter the temple, you are just a waste that cannot be entered for life." At that time, if you can't say it, you will be used as a 'temple-prostitute' who can be used as a person, and people will play with it casually! ”

"But... Sister..."

The words of the war priestess were like the most merciless cold wind blowing Margaret physically and mentally, but if she did not enter the temple, maybe next year the duke's father would start arranging her marriage, and no one could stop this.

"Do you really love that human?" Looking at her sister with a sad expression, Catherine sighed silently and unconsciously raised her hand to touch her face that had been swollen.

"Yes! But I also have my own insistence, and I don't want to give up like this! Margaret nodded without hesitation.

"Then follow me first." After a moment of silence, the war priestess finally said: "Send you a word, remember it firmly: 'Love God with the heart of a lover', and your path can go further." ”

"Yes, thank you, sister."

"Don't thank me. You're going to do me a favor, though. The female warrior suddenly said again.

"What is it?"

"Help me get a Dharma suit from that guy." Catherine said directly.

"This...", she wanted to try to stay away from the other party, but she didn't want the female war priest to ask her for such a thing, and Margaret didn't know how to answer for a while.

"There's nothing to be embarrassed about, just make a proper deal, just let him make an offer. I don't care if I'm slapped, what do you mind? The Priestess laughed self-deprecatingly, and at the same time stroked her cheek again: "If I didn't have this suit, maybe after the next 'Temple Ambition', I would have become someone else's crotch-to-plaything." ”

"Sister!" Hearing this, Ronnie and Margaret were shocked at the same time.

"It is not surprising that the doctrine of the god of war is 'to judge justice by battle'. If I lose, I'll be at my mercy; Oh, but if I win...", Ekaterina just smiled coldly and quietly to stop the exclamations of the two of them.

And for such a dispute within the temple system, even the Grand Duke of Midamoa could not intervene. So apart from trying to help her sister get the legal suit, Margaret had nothing else to do. (To be continued......)