Fantasy Writers 1860

Chapter 112 Aren't you scared?

He was neither unconscious nor did he avoid eye contact.

He not only protected the fox-eared girl's heart, but he also stayed there, witnessing her violent side.

Lily's heart skipped a beat.

That familiar sense of dread surged back: the terrified look in old Earl Lockhart's eyes when he saw her transformed into a werewolf in the manor; the image of the progressive lawyer who had once won her favor, fleeing in panic upon learning of her demi-human identity—

"monster----"

"That's...that's theoretical. I didn't know you were really...really..."

Lily instinctively took a half step back, and drops of blood from her palm fell to the ground.

He saw it, he saw everything—

Lily's body trembled uncontrollably. She wanted to run away, to pick up the hat that concealed her identity, and to hide her blood-stained hands.

Are those things that have already happened going to happen again?

However, when she forced herself to look up and meet Dorian's gaze, she found that Dorian did not move.

He didn't back down, didn't look away, and didn't even show the fear, rejection, or disgust she had imagined.

On the contrary, his eyes shone with an astonishing light, as if he had seen something extremely shocking, and his face was filled with a kind of infatuated intoxication.

She couldn't detect even a trace of fear in Dorian's eyes.

At this moment, Dorian's gaze also fell on Lily—her silver wolf ears, her cold and stern face, her ever-burning golden pupils, her tall and agile figure covered in blood, and her fluffy tail stained with blood in the moonlight.

He had seen many similar scenes online in his previous life, but he never imagined that one day he would actually witness such a scene with his own eyes.

The darkness obscured many details, and the hazy, indistinct atmosphere gave the scene a wild beauty with a violent aesthetic style.

"You—" Lily's voice was hoarse, "Aren't you scared?"

"Afraid?" Dorian snapped out of his daze, looked at Lily's somewhat broken eyes, smiled sincerely, and shook his head: "Afraid of what? Afraid of a warrior who fights bravely against the enemy to protect her comrades and the innocent? I think you are truly beautiful right now."

Lily was stunned.

She had considered many possible answers, but this was the one she hadn't expected.

She stared into Dorian's fearless eyes, trying to detect a trace of hypocrisy within them.

But she found nothing.

Her heart skipped a beat.

He is the first, and so far the only, person who, after witnessing his own insane and tyrannical true form, not only did not regard himself as a monster, but also openly expressed his admiration.

"beauty?"

"Hmm, beautiful, or rather, very handsome."

Lily stood there, stunned.

So, not everyone is afraid of monsters like themselves.

At that moment, Lily felt an unprecedented sense of curiosity and affection.

Silence reigned all around, and there was no sound in the distance. Perhaps the Cavendish family had also fled, leaving only this devastated battlefield behind. A nearby bonfire, still burning, swayed in the evening breeze, illuminating half of Lily's face, revealing a few streaks of crimson blood splattered on her fair skin.

She opened her mouth, as if she wanted to say something, but didn't know what to say. Her throat seemed blocked, and she hesitated to speak.

Just then, a violent tremor suddenly came from the ground and underground in the distance, and a black and red beam of light shot into the sky, dyeing half of the sky blood red.

Dorian turned to look in the direction of the beam of light: "Over there, is it over? Or—"

Lily also snapped back to her senses, the madness in her eyes completely fading away, and she returned to being the calm, decisive, and always rational battle librarian.

She walked over to her unconscious teammates and knelt down to check on their condition.

Dorian pointed to the fox-eared girl on the ground: "She can still be saved. Polina stabilized her injuries using the Ebers Papyrus—"

Lily glanced down and saw the fox-eared girl beneath her suddenly let out a soft groan. The bleeding from her abdominal wound had stopped, and her breathing had become steady.

Lily paused, then gently lifted her up in her arms, her movements much gentler than she had imagined.

Dorian bent down to help Polina up, then glanced at the unrecognizable corpse, a complex light flashing in his eyes.

"The Scotland Yard men are coming; tonight's going to be a big commotion."

Just as he finished speaking, a sharp police whistle sounded from not far away.

Scotland Yard detectives arrived late.

The beams of light from several magic crystal lamps began to sway at the end of the street, and Inspector Richie from Scotland Yard arrived with a large group of men.

"Everyone! Hands behind your heads! Don't move!"

The beams of magic lanterns carried by a large number of police officers swept across the ruins, across the body parts, across the still unconscious Polina and Roderick, and across the blood-soaked Lily and Dorian standing beside her.

The evening breeze carried the scent of blood. Lily turned her head and looked at Dorian's hand hanging by his side. After hesitating for a few seconds, she finally reached out her fingertips and touched the back of his hand.

Dorian paused for a moment, then turned to look at her. The base of her ears was a little red, perhaps because of the bloodstains.

Dorian gently grasped her blood-stained hand in return, wanting to say something but not knowing what to say. In the silence, they could only slowly turn their faces away, looking for the nearest policeman.

"You two, don't move, hands up!" A young-looking police officer raised his service pistol and shouted at Dorian and Lily.

The place is in such chaos, with so many corpses visible on the ground and who knows how many more in the underground caverns, yet these two people stand here so calmly, one of them covered in blood. They look very suspicious no matter how you look at them.

Lily and Dorian slowly raised their hands.

"You guys, come over here! Inspector Richie! There are two living people here!" The young officer still gripped his pistol tightly, not daring to relax for a moment, and shouted loudly to those behind him.

Soon, Inspector Richie arrived with a police light, and frowned as soon as he got close.

He suppressed his surprise, his gaze shifting between the pieces of flesh scattered on the ground and the bloodstains on Lily's body.

"The Blue Blood Gang, it's the Blue Blood Gang, and the Order of the Flawless Dawn," Dorian said. "Our companion is seriously injured and needs immediate treatment."

Inspector Richie, seeing Dorian's composed expression, waved his hand and beckoned the medical staff behind him over, "Saving lives is the priority."

Under the moonlight, the werewolf girl's lips curved into a faint smile that even she herself didn't notice—a gentle smile that truly belonged to a human.