Chapter 35: Hazel’s Decision

Chapter 35: Hazel’s Decision

After listening to Member of Parliament Macht’s answer and combining it with the information he had previously grasped, Klein made a preliminary judgment: the rat at the suburban manor should be the Marauder pathway demigod who had once remained at Hazel’s side. As for why that person had gone mad and why he had bitten Hazel, that was temporarily impossible to know.

He nodded slightly and tapped his chest clockwise four times.

“May the Goddess bless her.”

After saying this, he passed the host and entered the hall, waiting for the evening’s ball to begin.

…

In a bedroom on the third floor, Hazel sat somewhat dispiritedly in an easy chair, her feet curled up beneath her.

Her left hand was wrapped in thick bandages, and almost no blood seeped through them anymore. Her expression was gloomy, without her usual arrogance.

Ever since she had been suddenly bitten by that teacher who had transformed into a rat at the suburban manor, she had remained in a similar state. Her whole person appeared muddled and unfocused, as though what had been bitten was not the web between her thumb and forefinger, but her mind.

To Hazel, although her arrogance had been fostered by the education she received from childhood, by a learning talent surpassing that of ordinary people, by her rather outstanding looks, by a family that belonged to high society, and by thoughts more mature than those of many of her peers, before she came into contact with supernatural powers, that mentality had actually still fallen within the normal range. It had not made her feel that she was completely different from everyone else, or that she was fundamentally superior to ordinary people.

Therefore, when the teacher who maintained her pride, represented her fortuitous encounter, and symbolized the source of her strength suddenly became like a real rat—not only speaking with unclear pronunciation, but even biting her without reason—the blow to her was extremely heavy. She could not help wondering whether supernatural power represented transcendence over mortals, or proximity to monsters.

As all kinds of thoughts surged within her, Hazel unconsciously tucked a strand of dark-green hair behind her ear, feeling increasingly irritated by the melodious music coming from downstairs.

Just then, she heard the creak of a door opening and sluggishly turned her head to look over.

The one entering was a gray rat with smooth, glossy fur. Its eyes were darker than those of its kind, nearly dark red.

“Hazel,” the rat said in a deep voice.

Hazel first froze, then immediately became delighted. She hurriedly stood, blurting out,

“Teacher, have—you recovered?”

The moment she finished speaking, she suddenly saw gray rats crawl out from the corners of the bedroom, from the balcony entrance, and from beneath the bed. All of them had dark-red eyes, but they could only make squeaking sounds.

Frightened, Hazel took a step back. She stumbled against the edge of the easy chair, her body swaying, nearly falling before she finally managed to regain her balance.

At that moment, she discovered that all the red-eyed rats had vanished. The door was tightly shut as well and had never been opened.

Everything just now seemed to have been only an illusion, or perhaps a nightmare born from the worries in her heart!

After a period of silence, Hazel pursed her lips and exhaled as though sighing.

She sat back down and raised a hand to pinch the two sides of her forehead.

As she continued pressing, her brows gradually furrowed. She felt that the state she had been in just now had been far too dazed, too unreal.

Her dark-brown eyes shifted slightly. Hazel pulled out the necklace around her neck and held it in her palm.

The necklace’s main body consisted of seven translucent emerald-green stones. Around them were rings of tiny diamonds, and the distance between each stone was perfectly identical.

At that moment, one of the stones slowly lit up, emitting…