89 Religion
Selma Payne’s POV:
The moment I saw the tears in Dorothy’s eyes, I knew I had said the wrong thing. The great werewolf Princess Selma had made her friend cry!
“I’m sorry! I shouldn’t have said this!”
I could only apologize stiffly for my arrogant behavior.
Dorothy looked extremely frustrated. She frowned and suddenly shook her head violently. She grabbed her hair and mumbled something that I could not hear clearly.
“Are you alright?”
I was a little worried and started considering if I should call the werewolf grandmasters.
Some witches would be affected by the profound sorcery they cast, resulting in some emotional and psychological side effects. Some of them had their strengths and weaknesses. Dorothy might have been affected by it!
Fortunately, she suddenly returned to normal just before I made the call.
“You’re not wrong, Selma. It’s just that I’ve been avoiding it.”
Dorothy suddenly said something that had no rhyme or reason.
“What?”
I couldn’t keep up with her emotions. So I stood there like a stupid deer that couldn’t understand words.
Dorothy seemed to be lost in her world. She thought silently for a while, crying and laughing simultaneously. “It’s nothing, Selma. Let’s go. Do you want to have some dessert? I found a wizard’s cake recipe in my mother’s notes. Apparently, you will have a good dream after eating it.”
“Oh, oh okay!” I was like a puppet being led by her.
We walked silently on the country road, the flying bees and butterflies brushing our cheeks from time to time. A blue butterfly stopped by my ear. Dorothy gently picked her up, and with a wave of her hand, the lively little spirit disappeared into the flowers.
I pursed my lips and thought about it again. “It’s fine already?”
‘Moon Goddess, please don’t make me look like a busybody!’
“What?”
Dorothy smiled.
“It’s fine. I have to thank you, Selma. You showed me that I was too stubborn in the past.”
I was still confused. “Really? Alright. Although I don’t know which of my words took effect, as long as you’re happy, everything else doesn’t matter.”
“Every word is useful. I know you don’t want to hurt my self-esteem. You’re only saying this for my good.”
Dorothy’s eyes glowed under the sun. I noticed her pupils had a thin layer of dark green under the sun for the first time. Her original eye color did not cover this green at all. But instead, it was like the brilliant reflection of a gem.
Perhaps I stared into her eyes for too long. Dorothy blinked uncomfortably, lowered her head, and asked softly, “You noticed that too?”
“What?” I came back to my senses and nodded. “Are you referring to your pupils? That’s right, that dark green ring of light is really beautiful.”
f𝘳𝐞𝒆wｅ𝚋𝗻𝚘𝚟e𝑙. c𝘰𝓂
Dorothy said, “This came from my father. Although my mother and grandmother had green eyes like me, only sorcerers with the gift of prophecy would have such a halo around their pupils.”
“Wow, this is amazing.” I couldn’t help but exclaim, “It seems I still know too little about witches. I only know the knowledge taught by the werewolf masters.”
“That’s normal. In fact, most wizards and witches don’t know about this. After all, they don’t have the talent for prophecy. So the minority has to find a way to protect their secrets from the majority, right?”
Dorothy chuckled. “It is said that this halo is the mark that the goddess of fate has given to those with the gift of prophecy, ensuring they can swim in time and not be torn apart by the waves.”
“The goddess of fate? But don’t sorcerers believe in satan?”
“But most of the mayflies, or most people, believe in satan. Some special small groups believe in other gods. Don’t the werewolf grandmasters believe in the Moon Goddess like us?”
“But the werewolf grandmasters are werewolves, after all.” I still didn’t quite understand. “What about you? Dorothy, where does your strength come from?”
As soon as I asked, I realized that I was a little too offensive to the faith of the mayfly. It was a serious problem, especially for mixed-bloods. Their special bloodline caused them to waver naturally.
“Please pretend I didn’t say anything just now,” I said, annoyed. “I’m a fool, really.”
Dorothy smiled indifferently. “Don’t say that, my dear. It’s not that big a deal to me. Why can’t I worship two gods at the same time?” When I am a witch, I worship the goddess of fate. When I am a wolf, I worship the Moon Goddess.”
I was shocked and speechless by this shocking statement. I muttered, “But there has never been such a precedent. Shouldn’t one’s faith be focused on one thing…”
“Then, what is the deciding factor for loyalty? Now, it seems that our bloodline and origin naturally dictate our faith. You’re a werewolf, so you believe in the Moon Godness. Elves believe in the goddess of nature, and sirens believe in the sea god. Faith is linked to race.”
At that moment, Dorothy was like a philosopher.
“But do these rules work on me? I’m a werewolf and a witch. Can I use witchcraft in peace if I only believed in the Moon Godness? If I only believed in the goddess of fate, then should I pretend that my wolf, Elaine, doesn’t exist?”
