The Laws of Werewolf Hunting

Chapter 338 Final Confession
A free person cannot understand the feeling of being cursed, just as a color-blind person cannot understand the world as seen by ordinary people.

Donna also couldn't understand Clayton because of this.

The werewolf's life and curse are one and the same. He only now realized that he was not changed, but that his past self was incomplete and was now complete.

But it's always a blessing to have someone care about you.

Clayton did not intend to correct Donna's thoughts. He just smiled and promised that he would repent and let the matter go.

Donna looked like she wanted to say something else, but he interrupted her midway.

Clayton knew what she might be trying to say, but he wasn't ready for it.

Strangely enough, when he realized that part of his memory had flowed to the child along with the magic, his first reaction was to clarify the misunderstanding, but now that Donna was next to him, he didn't want to mention it.

"But this matter is really important." Donna stared at Clara behind him, hoping that she could crawl over to help her now, but she didn't move.

"I know, but I also have something very important to say about your school."

Donna immediately changed her mind: "Then you go first."

You can ask about things in the past at any time, but going to school is a big and urgent issue.

Clayton raised his right index finger: "You know that going to school means you have to interact with a lot of people your own age."

Donna breathed a sigh of relief: "I can get used to this. Don't forget that I also went to grammar school."

"Very good, I know you can do it." Clayton praised, leaning against a wooden stake next to him, the blood of the sacrifice flowing onto his shoulder. "But you are enrolled mid-term. Although this foundation is enough for high school, and teachers in good schools will tutor you individually, this will cause other problems."

"Social interaction is also very important in school. I am worried that you will be too busy trying to catch up with the progress in the first half of the school year to communicate with others, and eventually you will not know how to talk."

"I don't have to communicate with my classmates," Donna said proudly.

"That's impossible. It would be very lonely to study alone in school."

"Then I just need to come back early every day. Aren't you going to teach me some skills? Even if you have something to do, I can talk to someone else. Mrs. Ross looks like she needs a visit, so I can talk to her."

Clayton tilted his head and sighed so loudly that he seemed to be giving a speech.

"That's even more impossible. The school I'm sending you to is a boarding school with a closed education system. You can only come back once a quarter. You can't leave the school at other times."

Donna was stunned. She had never heard of this before:

"How could such a thing happen?!"

She held her head and screamed in the blood-red forest of corpses, with a look of despair.

Clayton's lips curled slightly. He just found this reaction interesting. "Well, I haven't finished what I want to say yet. In order to let you catch up with the progress of school quickly, I will hire a few tutors for you before then to teach you etiquette, dancing, arithmetic and other skills. But I haven't finished this plan yet. Let's discuss what to add when we return to the present world."

Donna withered.

But what she didn't know was that what Clayton said was actually different from what he thought in his heart.

The lieutenant is actually now hesitating whether to send his niece to school.

The Dark Moon is reviving, and the barrier between the fairyland and the real world is becoming fragile. There may be more and more strange things appearing in the world, which are dangerous and difficult to prevent in advance. In this case, is it in the current and future interests to give Donna a general education?
He also fell silent.

However, the silent atmosphere did not last long, as Pileg and Priest Louis soon arrived, carrying Chud Osmar, whose limbs were broken, towards Clayton.

The priesthood was determined to bring the enemy to the living world.

"Don't you kill him here?" Clayton asked. "He's not a man. You can kill him by eating his brain or his heart."

Louis shook his head with difficulty. "Although I want him dead now, we need a witness to exonerate us. Without his testimony, we might be regarded as the manipulators of the recent riots in Geves. And if I don't have a suitable reason, the crime of performing the Black Mass is enough for my brother to kill me."

Obviously, the brothers he is talking about here are brothers in the religious sense.

Clayton knew what he meant.

Chud Osmar would surely die, but not at their hands.

They all had this concern. Even if Clayton did not directly instruct Barbara to kill someone in Gevo, outsiders believed that he was also involved in the murder. He also needed Osmar's confession to exonerate himself.

But for Clayton, it didn't matter much if Osmar died. He could still take Pan's body back with him. He believed that with this thing, others would believe what they said.

Lewis's concern was still due to the differences within the church, more precisely, the evangelicals' attitude towards heresy.

He might die, or be lynched, or be excommunicated. If Chude Osmar was handed over alive, the punishment he received from the church might not be the most severe. Louis might not care about his life or death before, but now he chose to live.

"Then let's spare his life." Clayton said, dragging Osmar's body with one hand towards the last unfinished sacrifice.

They were finally leaving Wonderland.

Pileg chased after him from behind and said, "Sir, you promised me the answer. How did you control the horse whose mind was disturbed by witchcraft and move freely when being chased by the evil creature?"

Clayton stopped and said, "I have to say, you can't learn this trick. But even so, do you want to know the answer?"

The wizard insisted on his idea: "Yes, please give me some advice."

"Smell," Clayton said. "I use smell to communicate with my mount. Although this horse has been affected by Edwards's witchcraft, and may have a lot of so-called human sediment in its mind, so it has to be filled with various troubles and desires like humans, but at least there is one desire that absolutely overrides all other desires."

"The will to survive?" Pileg asked uncertainly.

"Yes, the desire to survive."

"But the monster closest to your horse at the time was only an inch away from touching it."

"Yes, they are only an inch apart." Clayton said, "And I, a werewolf, am riding on its back, ready to bite its neck at any time. Isn't that enough? Horses may not know what evil creatures are, but they are born to be afraid of wolves."

It was a simple and crude approach, but Pileg had never thought about it in that way.

Moreover, this is indeed not a method that humans can use at will.

Pileg looked both surprised and disappointed. He thanked Clayton and left. Only a few outsiders were left in the open-air sacrificial site.

The atmosphere was a little awkward.

Donna can no longer persuade Clayton to be merciful, because Louis just tortured Osmar. Clayton can no longer talk to Donna about the future life, because Louis's child has no future.

The rest were private topics that could not be discussed in front of outsiders. It seemed that they would have to wait in silence for a while.

Clayton placed the last offering on the stake, then sat down on the ground, looking like he was thinking hard. Donna began to read a book, but her eyes were wandering and she was absent-minded. Father Louis was unaware of the eyes of outsiders. He chose a clean piece of land and knelt down, clasping his hands in front of his chest, interlocking his fingers, and praying silently. This process lasted for five or six minutes. When he finished praying, he found that the other two were pretending to be serious.

"I know I may not be qualified to do this, but you are not ordinary people. If you are troubled by the crimes you have committed, you can always talk to me, even if you are a non-believer."

He even smiled stiffly when he said this: "It's not common to see a fallen priest performing a confession ceremony for a wizard and a dark descendant."

Uncle Bello and nephew looked at each other, both feeling a little uneasy.

They were not afraid of revealing their secrets. The White Church was well known for its piety and rigidity in confession. Even if an assassin who had just killed the king confessed his crime to the priest, the priest could not report to the soldiers to arrest him, but had to keep it secret. Violating this rule or confessing privately was more serious than apostasy.

The real problem was that what bothered them was Louis himself.

"What if what I'm about to say has something to do with you?" Donna asked timidly.

"Then I forgive you." Louis said kindly, without any trace of the cruelty he had shown when torturing Osmar. Seeing Donna approaching with a relaxed look, he turned to Clayton and said, "Please cover your ears."

Clayton covered his ears and walked aside, and Clara on his shoulder also covered her ears.

Donna walked over to Louis and knelt down like him.

"Sir, I just want to confirm this. You forgive me, right?"

"Yes."

The girl took a breath and told what was bothering her.

"Actually, you didn't have to come here. This was a complete accident. There was something wrong with my magic. In order to prevent the consequences of the Black Mass, I linked part of your fate with Clara. However, before that, in order to resolve her influence on Clayton, I also made a magical connection with Clara. So when we were sent to Wonderland by Osmar, you were accidentally teleported here."

It is not easy to enter the wonderland. One must have a special physique or spirit to break through the barriers of the world, otherwise one will need help from external forces.

It is impossible for four creatures born with the ability to enter the wonderland to suddenly appear in a small place.

The priest was silent for a moment: "I forgive you."

Donna happily got up and left, and Clayton came over instead.

"I also want to confess that Chude Osmar came after me, but in fact he only wanted me."

Louis' eyes moved, and Clayton thought he saw his eyelids twitch.

"What's going on?"

"I ate the meat of the original whale and was contaminated with its scent, so Osmar targeted me. It is also my responsibility that he was able to open the fairyland."

The meat of the original whale is indeed an important factor. The priest's face became solemn, and he obviously knew what a terrible existence this was.

In popular occult research, wizards and priests agree that all living beings have three bodies at the same time. These three bodies are the "material body" that resides in the world, the "astral body" that provides thinking ability in the universe, and the "spiritual body" formed by the internal Holy Spirit.

The three bodies are in different worlds, but they are connected together by a mysterious supreme power to form an independent life.

The original world whale is different. It has only one body, but it can travel freely between different worlds. It is said that it can even come and go freely in the fairyland. However, they did not see this creature here.

"When did you eat the meat of the original whale?" Donna asked behind Clayton.

Clayton turned back angrily: "Why didn't you cover your ears?"

Donna realized it belatedly and raised her hand to her ear, but she had already lost Clayton's trust. The werewolf looked at the priest, who said nothing and looked as calm as water. Clayton couldn't tell whether he also wanted to know, so he had to answer the question.

"More than a month ago."

Donna put down her hand. "That's not the reason. Brakora has recorded similar things. Even if you eat the meat of the original whale, the effect will only last for a week at most. It can't stay in the body forever. I mean, you have to go to the toilet, right?"

Louis also nodded, which was what he thought.

"There are similar records in the monastery. Someone ate the meat of the original whale and tried to go to hell to find his relatives, but because the effect disappeared quickly, he was unable to return to the human world. A month is a long time. The meat of the original whale can no longer affect you."

Clayton wanted to agree with these views; after all, it would relieve him of responsibility.

But he remembered that when he ate the leatherworker, he definitely felt the skin's toughness increase, and Barbara had a similar feeling. She even wanted to bring some leatherworker's meat for Pero to eat.

"Why can't it be possible that I absorbed some of its power through eating, so I have the same characteristics?"

"Werewolves don't have this ability." Donna said with certainty. "The most you can do is increase your racial strength by eating, but you won't gain any other special qualities."

The priest spoke leisurely, "Such things only exist in ancient pagan myths. The closest thing to this ability today is a strange insect that can attach itself to human blood vessels, allowing the dead to move and display the habits they had when they were alive. Some nobles secretly raise them to remember their deceased relatives."

Werewolves were obviously not bugs, but he didn't think there was anything wrong with what he said.

No matter what the books say, what he himself experienced is always true, and there is a gap between theory and practice.

"I think it may be a limitation of the human body. All darkspawn should have this power."

"No, there is no such thing." The girl denied it again.

Clayton looked at the unconscious Osmar with an unfriendly look: "Then let's ask him now."

He walked over and suddenly stopped halfway.

"No, forget it." He then changed his mind, and Donna said the same thing at the same time.

If this phenomenon existed, it should have been kept secret and hidden from Osmar, who would have been tortured later.

The clergyman looked down unconsciously when he saw them talking. “If I can go back, I will report Osmar’s heresy to the higher diocese, and someone will come to deal with the follow-up soon. If you are worried about being implicated, you can stay away before then. As for what you are saying to me now, I will not tell my brother.”

"You still want to stay? Why don't you run away?" Donna jumped up excitedly. She didn't know about this yet, but before she could say anything, Clayton pressed her down again.

The priest held the silver cross necklace on his chest and smiled with relief, "After all, I am a servant of God, and God will judge me."

Clayton didn't understand what he was saying, but as long as he wasn't implicated, he respected the other party's decision.

Only Donna looked deeply sad.

The confession ceremony was over, and they became idle again. When they did nothing but wait, time suddenly became very long, until they were drowsy, a familiar palpitation finally arrived, and as this feeling formed a wave in their hearts, their figures disappeared from the sacrificial site of the fairyland like foam on the water.

Just as they had disappeared from the present world before.

(End of this chapter)