After Winnie finished her thin porridge, she finally opened her heart to Rota and told him, one by one, of all the painful experiences she had endured.
In her eyes, Rota had become the person she valued most, the master she respected above all others. Though it sounded somewhat unbelievable, these were Winnie's sincerest thoughts.
Although she had known Rota for less than a day, every word and action of his had warmed her heart. Even if he intended to use her, she did not mind in the slightest.
Rota sat upright in his chair, the light Winnie held in his arms. He listened intently as the girl recounted her tragic past.
Winnie had once lived happily and peacefully with her parents in a small village. Though her mother was an elf, the villagers had not been overly hostile toward their family.
The villagers got along very well with Winnie's family. Her mother knew some medicine and would occasionally help the villagers treat their illnesses, quickly becoming familiar with everyone.
Her father, meanwhile, had been the strongest warrior in the village. Thanks to his strength, the villagers had been spared from the harassment of wild beasts.
But those peaceful days did not last long. One day, an injured werewolf stumbled into the village.
Seeing how pitiful he was, the villagers took pity on him and brought the werewolf to Winnie's mother for treatment. Kind-hearted as she was, Winnie's mother naturally did not refuse, and carefully tended to him.
At first, the werewolf showed no hostility at all. He acted extremely friendly, greeting everyone he passed, leaving no one with even a hint of wariness.
Then, on a stormy night, it all came to an end. In the dead of night, the beast finally bared its vicious fangs.
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