Alpha's Rejected Mate Returns as Queen
Chapter 717: The Secret Prisoner

Chapter 717: The Secret Prisoner

Yarin's POV:

"This happened before you were born. I was still young back then, and the Queen was still a student. One day, we received a letter from the Southern Duke. He wanted to send his daughter Carolyn to study at the Lycan Pack," my dad narrated

"When we first met Carolyn, we felt that she wasn't easy to deal with. And later at school, she was the same. She always acted arrogantly, and some gossip magazines even used this as an excuse to speculate about the education and family style of the Southern Duke. But Carolyn only became even more unrestrained."

I listened in astonishment to my dad's account, finding it hard to imagine that Aunt Carolyn was once like this. On the other hand, Spil had already furrowed his brows deeply.

However, my dad's tone changed, "Are you surprised? Yes, we were surprised too. Although we had never met Carolyn before, based on the Southern Duke's description, she was a gentle and introverted girl."

Honestly, I also found it hard to imagine an introverted Aunt Carolyn. In my memory, she was always an outgoing and sunny person.

My dad continued, "Until one day, Dorothy noticed something unusual about Carolyn. She claimed to have sensed magical fluctuations in her, just like the Southern Duke, Carolyn was naturally immune to witchcraft. This made us realize that something was wrong, and later the Southern Duke confirmed it - he soon discovered Carolyn's abnormality and sought help from the royal family.

"I won't go into too much detail about the process, but in the end, we found that Carolyn's unusual behavior was due to her being replaced. The one who replaced her was a witch, Adele, the adopted daughter of the black wizard Kafka and a pure white witch.

"After being caught during the interrogation, Adele went insane due to the witchcraft in her mind. She went through a lot afterward and experienced many years. Until the Queen ascended to the throne, Adele was secretly placed in a royal estate under custody. I believe that's the place you are curious about."

"So, what's the blood relation between Adele and Carolyn?" Spil asked. "One is a witch, and the other is a lycan. They can't be real sisters, right?"

My dad fell silent for a while and sighed. "About this, I can only say - yes, you didn't sense it wrong. They do have some blood connection."

I widened my eyes in astonishment, and Spil's usually calm face also showed a hint of emotion.

"But that's all I can tell you. I can't reveal too much. This is a secret between the Southern Duke and Carolyn, and I respect their wishes. If you really want to know, go ask them. Only they have the right to speak about what happened back then."

That was all the information we could get from my dad.

Before leaving, I looked at Spil, who seemed lost in thought, and asked my dad, "Can we meet Adele?"

My dad shook his head and said, "She's the highest level of classified prisoner, child. Even I can't easily see her without your mother's approval."

On the way back, Spil was unusually silent. The more he refused to tell me, the more I realized it wasn't trivial.

When we returned to the game room, Cynthia was already back. There were a bunch of flowers by her side. "I picked these with Aunt Carolyn. Today, we cleared out a large area in the garden to plant new hybrid flower varieties that Aunt Carolyn brought back from the human world.

"But throwing away these flowers would be such a waste, so I plan to make them into decorations to hang around the palace. If Aunt Dorothy has the time, she can use some preservation magic to keep them from wilting too soon."

She didn't ask us what we were up to. When immersed in something, the whole world didn't matter to her.

At this moment, Spil suddenly asked, "Does Ms. Carolyn like flowers?"

Cynthia replied with certainty, "Of course, who doesn't love flowers? They are such beautiful things. Unless someone is allergic to pollen, I don't think there's anyone in the world who doesn't like them."

Spil fell silent again.

In the evening, it was time for bed. Since Heller was undergoing eye treatment, he needed to stay outside under the care of a doctor and werewolf grandmaster for a few days. He wouldn't be coming back to the palace during this time. So tonight, there was no one to come and chat with me, and only the silent black wolf lay by my bed.

Looking at him in deep thought while pretending to be asleep, I pondered for a moment. I closed my eyes and tried to calm my mind, seeking the gateway to enter the spiritual world - A few minutes later, I entered a magnificent and familiar garden and invited Spil in as well. "This is the goddess's courtyard - no, it's an illusion, but it still has many connections to the goddess's courtyard." Spil lay on the grass and asked me, "Why did you bring me here?"