VALORIA WILDEROSE
It's been three days since the incident of that night, and Azrael hasn't searched for me; I am immensely grateful for it.
It's left me with free time to myself, which I've used for my research and for spending time with other people beside myself—like Calliope, sometimes Elodie when she drops by the library to read with me.
Other times Yue and I enjoy the peaceful tranquility of life, sharing tea in the confines of my room. Life has never felt so peaceful.
And with this newfound peace, I've uncovered something about the blade: it was never retrieved by the goddess.
Instead, it's believed to have been lost to the descendants of the Alpha Queen—the one who defeated the God of Death before the great war between the Lycans and the werewolves, a century ago.
It's believed that it was taken back by the Lycans, which means there's a possibility that Azrael actually has it—and it's hidden somewhere in the palace, which brings me back to square one.
