Alpha's Rejected Mate Returns as Queen

91 99% and 1%

Selma Payne’s POV:

If that was what she really thought, then I was sure she was crazy. The mental hospital was where she should be.

I snorted coldly and said, “Get rid of filth? How to remove it? Do you want to use the silver needles you have? Moon Goddess, please forgive this old lady. She has obviously been driven mad by the weapon in her hand!”

“You’re the crazy one! You dog! You’re in cahoots with those witches! You’re trying to trick Dorothy into betraying the werewolves!”

Dorothy’s grandmother suddenly pounced on me like a rabid dog.

My persevering training wasn’t for nothing. To deal with such a crazy woman, I only had to follow the steps.

The crazy old woman was thrown to the ground, but she still wouldn’t give up and wanted to attack me.

At that moment, Dorothy suddenly stepped forward and grabbed her grandmother, carrying her to the sofa and then pulling me upstairs.

“Don’t bother with her,” she said coldly. “She’s already gone crazy. She won’t listen no matter how much you say.”

She slammed the door hard, isolating herself from the barrage of foul language downstairs.

Dorothy’s room was not big. It only had a small bed, a desk without a chair, a standing closet, and a few bookcases.

The furniture filled up the house, which was a little crowded even when we stood in the open space.

Dorothy said, somewhat embarrassed, “Sorry to make you laugh; I don’t have a sofa here. You can sit on the bed first.”

Although she tried her best to restrain her emotions, I could see that she was still very depressed because of the earlier conflict.

I held her hand and consoled her softly, “Has your grandmother always been like this? If you want to, you can send her to a mental institution where she can receive good treatment and recuperate. The Lycan King will pay for all medical expenses. You’re a hero who fought against the enemy. You deserve this.”

“Thank you,” she said. She broke into a smile and shook her head. “But there’s no need. She doesn’t have any illness. She’s just immersed in her past memories and doesn’t want to wake up.”

“Why did she treat you this way? What happened in the past?”

“Actually, I’m not too sure myself. You know that my mother and my wizard father eloped, and that’s the only reason I know. As for the rest, no one can tell me. I can only bear the consequences of what the older generation has done.”

“But this is abuse! Silver is a weapon used against werewolves. No one would use such a weapon against a traitor. So what right does she have to hurt you like this?”

“It’s because I’m a witch. She hated my father for taking my mother away, so she could only vent her anger on me. Isn’t it natural for the werewolves to hate sorcerers? After all, that group of monsters who believed in satan had brought a huge disaster to the werewolves.”

“But your father wasn’t on the same side as those invaders, was he? You said that he believes in the goddess of fate.”

“Of course!” Dorothy nodded. “Otherwise, with the prophet’s participation, the war’s outcome might not be certain.”

“Then, all the more she shouldn’t have done that. The war has nothing to do with your father and nothing to do with you!”

“But who would know about this relationship?” Dorothy looked at me. “How many people know that witches and wizards are divided into factions like the elves? In most people’s eyes, satan is the faith of all sorcerers.”

“When 99% of a race does something bad, and the remaining 1% is insignificant. It’s always convenient to round it up, right?”

Dorothy’s words made me realize I was trapped in an extremely ridiculous logical lie.

The influence of the Blackwater War was too great. In addition to the witch’s persecution of the werewolves in ancient legends, it seemed that every werewolf and every sorcerer were born to be enemies.

However, if there were differences among sorcerers, were our past acts of revenge all in vain? Would there be an injustice?

This conjecture made me shiver.

“However, I think my encounter is just an extremely special case.”

Dorothy’s words pulled me back to my senses.

“The survival of the minority is too difficult, so the sorcerers with other beliefs will always cautiously live in seclusion. For example, my father. No one knows where he and my mother live.”

“So, these minority groups never interact with people?” I asked.

“Of course not. They have to socialize and live. They can’t avoid contact with other people.” Dorothy shook her head. “However, they are usually very cautious in hiding themselves. My father wrote in his diary that he would use a special spell to disguise himself as another race when he left his territory. But, they would try to avoid disguising themselves as satan to prevent others from seeing through his disguise.”

This information made me feel much better. At the very least, the werewolves wouldn’t act rashly against other innocent races to avoid accidentally harming these innocent minorities.