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Wolf of the Blood Moon - Book 2 - Chapter 70 - An Unexpected Visit

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After that, Tar doesn’t have much else to say outside of the fact that apparently the spot for the orphanage to be set up and for me to be raised was picked to be a place that wouldn’t have me ending up in a Fracture. Some sort of prophecy prediction of ‘if I was raised there, then I wouldn’t end up in any Fractures until I was ready.’

Everything else is apparently forbidden for him to say. Either due to the prophecy, of due to the king of the fae himself.

And speaking of the king, the guy is supposedly in on the prophecy but also not in on it at the same time. Like, he knows the end-goal of the prophecy, but he doesn’t know most of the steps leading towards it for some reason.

A little surprising, but not really something I care much about beyond the restrictions the king is giving Tar. Annoying restrictions that keep me from learning everything right now.

Oh, and the friend of Tar whose contracted partner is the one who told Tar where to find me? That was apparently my father’s fae. Meaning he does know where I am, but likely can’t come to find me. Or he just decided to abandon me as well, just like White.

No one will tell me anything about the guy though, so I can’t really come to a conclusion there.

I sigh at that before finishing off the last strawberry and getting up from the couch.

Time to head out. Maybe if I get to the pod dock hall early, it won’t have so many fans waiting there to greet me like there were yesterday.

Stupid Primary tournament making me even more famous at our college than I was before.

Not that it wasn’t to be expected. I am representing our university in this tournament after all.

But still. Doesn’t mean I have to like it.

I sigh again, putting those thoughts out of my head as I go back to my room to get ready for the day beyond just breakfast and questions.

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I slump down in my chair at the private booth with a groan of mental exhaustion, having just made it past who knows how many fans waiting outside of the stadium in the magical reality. Much less the ten or so people who were waiting in the snow an hour and a half early for me to show up at the pod dock hall.

Do these people not have anything else they need to be doing?!

Seriously!

“Being a celebrity just comes with the territory of being a highly talented Guardian,” Tar says while trying to land on my lap, only for me to grab him by the scruff of his neck and toss him away. Which doesn’t stop him from speaking. “So you better get used to it.”

Yeah, yeah, I know. And no sitting on me. How many times do I have to tell you this?

“I was hoping you would forget,” Tar openly admits, making me narrow my eyes at the tanuki as he sits on the armrest of my chair instead, completely ignoring my look.

You are the most shameless tanuki I’ve ever seen in my life, ya know that?

“I’m a fae, not a tanuki,” Tar denies my statement without even looking at me, simply looking out at the stadium that is quickly filling with people.

No, I’m pretty sure you’re just a tanuki calling themselves a fae. I mean, what immortal creature from another dimension would go using a nineteen-year-old girl as a bed and chair? Doesn’t that hurt your pride at all? And what about when you-

“Black is here,” Tar cuts me off, making my eyes narrow even further.

Oh, no you don’t! You’re not getting out of this conversation that easily!

Wait, Black is here?

I face forward to find Black standing just a meter in front of my seat.

Oh, right. Black is here.

The understanding of what that means finally hits me a second later when he smirks, making me flinch as my eyes widen.

Why the fuck is Black here in my private booth?!

“You’re probably wondering why I’m here,” Black says while crossing his arms and standing tall, his shadow covering me.

No shit.

“Well I’m here to tell you that unlike that deadbeat mother of yours, I am perfectly happy to help you!” Black says, sounding quite proud of himself as he stands there in front of me wearing a black cloak shrouded in shadows with some sort of shadowy leather armor beneath it. “So just ask me whenever you need assistance, and I will come to help!” I blink in surprise at this before opening my mouth, only for him to cut me off, “But only twice. Anymore and it’d be annoying.”

I blink again, wondering how I should take that.

He’s obviously in his playful personality right now. But from what I understand, the guy swaps personalities on a dime. Just at random with no warning.

And I’d rather not see his other personality.

“Anyways,” he says before waving at me, “that’s all I wanted to say! So have a lovely tournament! And gooood luck!”

He then vanishes in a veil of shadows that quickly fades away as well, leaving me staring blankly at where he was just standing.

Several seconds pass in silence. Then those seconds turn into an entire minute before I glance at Tar and ask, “What just happened?”

The tanuki just shrugs his little tanuki shoulders.

I turn back to where he was just standing, only to notice him on a large screen in the center of the stadium, already having returned to the commentator’s booth.

Huh.

Why would he offer me his help?

I’m willing to guess that he knows about the prophecy, but why would he bother helping me?

Also, he didn’t even leave any sort of contact information, so how would I even ask for help in the first place? It’s not like Black has any public ways to contact him. He’s just known for showing up at random, and people are expected to take advantage of it to ask him or say whatever they need to at the time before he vanishes again.

“I wouldn’t put much stock into that man’s words if I were you…” Tar mutters, and I can’t help but lightly nod my head.

But I will keep in mind that offer of help he made.

“Of course,” Tar says, nodding his head. “He may not be reliable, but he is honest.”

Yeah, the information on him online suggests the same.

Just gotta remember his offer whenever I see him next. Assuming I need help then.

Wait a second…

Tar stiffens up.

I narrow my eyes at the tanuki.

Right. We were in the middle of something, weren’t we?

Tar vanishes from the private booth.

Seriously? Such a coward.

We will talk about this later.

Tar doesn’t say anything.

I snort while shaking my head.

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Comments

Yeah I guess the not having a second to think about using it makes sense. As for the Titania thing I know it was said she's dead but you also mentioned a cult of Titania which makes it sound like some think she's still alive. And when it comes to most fantasy books, if the mc does not see someone get killed and watch the body burn, then there is always a chance someone can comeback from the dead. Hell even that isn't a guarantee they are dead, it just has the highest chances of them being dead.

PlasmaticPi

It should be pretty obvious that it isn't to kill the Demon King or Oberon, considering that the fae king is supporting them despite knowing the end goal of the prophecy. And Titania has long since been dead as was stated a while back in the story. As for using the favor for that? She didn't get the chance to so much as consider what she'd use it on before he vanished.

WolfShine

I'm surprised she didn't use a favor to have him tell her the whole prophecy. Which I really hope isn't something stupid like she will kill the Demon King or King Oberon or Titania.

PlasmaticPi

The “unlike that deadbeat mother of yours” combined with the earlier confrontation between White and Black make me think it’s more something to hold over her.

Kristeen Livesay


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