Chapter 617: The Revenge Of The Powerless
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Yarinâs POV:
My mom was going to see Kara. My dad initially didnât want to allow her to go, but she insisted on it. âI have to go, Aldrich. I have to see Kara with my own eyes so that I know how to avenge her.â
My mom loved Kara. She had been taken care of by Kara before we were born. To her, Kara was both a teacher and a friend. She was a close family member even if she was not blood-related.
She was used to being patient and rarely revealed her emotions.
But this time, she cried without any reservations. Her tears fell like rain. She reached out, her hand trembling to touch the cold corpse on the iron bed, but she could not fall no matter what.
She stared at Karaâs lifeless face. Her gaze swept across the still hideous wounds after treatment and finally stopped at Karaâs incomplete face that could never be recovered.
âI once asked Kara what she wanted to do after she retired. She said that she had no hobbies. Perhaps she would get a cat, plant a few pots of flowers, and drink a cup of tea from morning to night like an ordinary old person.â My mom said sadly, âBut she smiled after she finished speaking. She said that it was too early to think about this. She could still be with me for many, many years.
âThe past is still vivid in my mind. I even asked people to find a nice place that is peaceful and comfortable so Kara could retire comfortably. But now, everything is meaningless.â
I couldnât bear to hold her hand and said, âHush, Momâ¦â
However, my mom turned a deaf ear to me and continued, âKara is sixty-seven years old this year, which is not considered old for a werewolf. If she didnât put in so much effort for our family, she could have pursued love and dreams like an ordinary lady, started a family, and had children and grandchildren.
âShe liked wearing a dark blue dress. This is the dress code for servants in the palace. Even though she no longer works, she still keeps this habit. She did not pursue fame, fortune, or superior status, so she rejected the knighthood. Although her salary was not bad, most was donated to charity, and she lived like an ascetic monk.
âSuch a kind and restrained person left with nothing!â
My mom suddenly broke down and cried, scaring everyone. My dad quickly held her and said anxiously, âCalm down, Selma! You know that Karaâs greatest wish when she was alive was for you to be happy. She wouldnât want to see you like this because of her death!â
My mom fell into my dadâs arms and kept crying. âHow could I not know that? But I canât. 1 really canât. Kara was a precious family member. 1 knew I would lose her sooner or later, but 1 didnât expect this day to come so soon!
âShe shouldnât have ended up like this! She should be flying to the moon with a smile, not dying at the hands of a group of sinister villains!
âI should avenge her! I have to do this!â She moaned, refusing to look away from Kara. However, the dead could not respond to her call, and the corpse on the iron bed lay lifeless.
The morgue was dark and cold. No one spoke in the quiet room, only sorrowful cries.
My mom cried for a while. She kept mumbling some vague words, but her expression became more and more sorrowful.
âBut thereâs nothing I can do,â she said blankly. âIâll catch those bustards, and then⦠They would be sent back to the human countries. Who knows what kind of punishment they would receive in that bustling and chaotic city? The murderer doesnât even have to die. He would probably spend the rest of his life comfortably in prison or get away with it⦠Thatâs it, and thereâs nothing I can do about it.â
Her eyes were red and swollen like two cherries, filled with reluctance and grief.
âBeing the Queen⦠The Queen⦠This identity has brought me a lot, but it has also caused me to lose many things. I could kill my enemies with my own hands if 1 were just an ordinary woman. However, as long as I bear the crown, I cannot be meâ¦â
My mom seemed to be whining, but there was no real hatred. At this moment, 1 suddenly felt that she was a little unfamiliar. She was neither the gentle and loving mother at home nor the capable queen on the throne.
She became an ambiguous soul as she fell into a contradictory struggle, squeezed in a narrow crack, in a dilemma, full of despair.
1 understood her. 1 could do something out of line, but she couldnât afford a single misstep. Moreover, this concerned the relationship between the two races. She could only swallow her anger no matter how much she hated them. What good would it do if she expressed her anger? People would say, âThe big picture is importantâ, âItâs not worth sacrificing the relationship between the two countries for a subordinate,â or even,â You should do what a queen should do.â
It didnât matter whether people knew or didnât know Kara. Death was like a lamp being extinguished. Only a few people remembered the feelings and memories of the past, which was insignificant to the entire werewolf pack.
But for me, there were some things that I had to do.
âAll the bad guys will be punished.â I held my momâs trembling hand and whispered.
âNo one can behave atrociously under the Moon Goddessâ watch..â