The Marquise covered her face as she told the story of this cousin:
"I sent people everywhere to ask around. I learned that she vanished a week after her husband's funeral, and that was also a night of the full moon. I feared for her safety, but I didn't know whom to ask for help. God, why must such a fate befall us? Is Marika all right now? What have you done to her?"
"She's fine, but she needs to recuperate."
Shade said coldly, continuing to maintain his "cold-blooded and ruthless" persona. Miss Belinder, meanwhile, explained with concern:
"That Gentleman encountered her while helping me investigate outside the city, and they fought. That's why his attitude is so poor. But don't worry, your cousin is fine now. If you wish, you can come with me to see her later."
"All right."
Only then did the Marquise's emotions settle somewhat. Although Ms. Marika Frost was a werewolf, she truly regarded her as family.
But although they had found the female werewolf's relative and learned her identity, the investigation into the dragon scales within that ancient tree had reached a dead end. While the witch was still considering what to do, Shade suddenly reached toward the side. Gentle starlight descended into the study with its curtains drawn, drawing both women's eyes toward it.
Within the starlight stood an illusory three-tiered low bookshelf. Shade casually took out the book with its translucent starlight hue, opened it, and placed it before the Marquise.
"Do you know this person?"
The book displayed the wraith that had controlled the werewolf in the cave beneath the tree. The Marquise was startled by the wraith's ugly and terrifying appearance, but after examining it carefully, she immediately nodded.
"Though it doesn't look exactly alike, I think I've seen his