Noreen's POV:

I hid in the black smoke and laughed at Sylvia as she stood on the trial platform. "Look, no one will believe you. You'll never be anything but a lowly slave in their eyes. No matter how hard you worked and how many people you saved, you would be discarded without a second thought. Just like now, no one cared about what the truth was. They only believed what they saw with their own eyes. So, come with me. There is a better world waiting for you outside of here. Don't waste your black witch bloodline here."

Sylvia raised her head and threw a stern stare at me. Her mouth curled into a mocking grin as she said, "Stop playing tricks, Noreen. They won't work on me."

I snorted coldly and gave up persuading her. In a flash, I appeared in the middle of the execution platform, looking down on Sylvia as she knelt on the ground. "You are really as stubborn as your mother, always unwilling to listen to me. Don't waste your time by resisting. How many of these folks actually think you are innocent? The people you care about are nothing but a group of blind idiots. You try to be real with everyone, but you just wind up as a joke. Never gamble on human nature, Sylvia, because you are doomed to lose." Sylvia raised her head to look at me, emotionless. "Is that why you've planned all this? Do you wish for me to be cut off from my family and friends? If so, then you have succeeded."

hearing what she said, I smiled, squatted down, and looked at her. "That won't be the case, Sylvia. You still have me. We are related by blood and I will never abandon you. So you should forget all about being a werewolf and come with me. Only then will you truly understand the

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give in so soon. I thought it would take a long time to persuade

the same bloodline. You have no choice but to believe me now." I showed a confident

me just like they did when you're done with me one day? After all, it's all your fault that I'm in this situation. I learned my lesson, Noreen.

for your death." My eyebrows stretched into a line as I stared at Sylvia coldly. I was one final step away from succeeding and I was afraid she might go

seconds to think about it. If you don't go

ten. The black fog gradually dissipated with my voice. When I counted to the five, a panicked expression finally appeared

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