Alpha's Rejected Mate Returns as Queen
Chapter 803: The Tide of the Era

Chapter 803: The Tide of the Era

Lily's POV:

Today, the sun was shining, a perfect day.

Such weather is just right for visiting the textile factory and seeing the new fabric samples. The items in the storage room have gathered dust for a long time. In this rapidly changing fashion era, they have become yesterday's news.

As soon as I stepped outside, I saw eye-catching advertisements on the bus. Lately, this fast- food restaurant had been advertising vigorously, and in every poster, I could find the signs of Lily of the Valley. I never used elements like lily of the valley or garlands in my work; you could call it a 'trauma'.

Life at twenty has undergone profound changes compared to the past. Four years might not be long, but when I recall the time when I was sixteen, it felt like a dream.

Only when I see the clothesline on the balcony do I recall the nightmare of my teenage years. If I were to tell anyone that I had faced demons, they would surely think I was joking.

Just like no one would believe that weapons from the hands of demons, which are now just clotheslines weathered by wind and sun, once existed.

Today was the weekend, and the streets were bustling. I bought an ice cream from a street vendor for lunch and noticed something familia': the little counter of an ice cream truck had some translucent candies. The sign next to it read 'moon fudge'.

Convergence and fusion seemed to be the trend of this era. As human civilization silently seeped into the lives of supernatural races, they, too, were influenced by outsiders. I was a perfect example. In the competitive fashion world, my ability to establish myself greatly contributed to the outsider monks' chanting.

While waiting at the bus stop, a campaign vehicle suddenly drove by. A gubernatorial candidate was campaigning for himself. Those policy promises were just hot air, and even the locals of Jasper understood that. What caught my attention was a woman shaking hands with the candidate on the LED screen of the campaign vehicle.

Next to her name, written in fancy script, read 'Marysa Berkeley, a renowned journalist, media personnel'.

I didn't know what she looked like because she appeared when I was unconscious. But I remembered that name; the werewolf pack had long issued a comprehensive warrant for her.

'Mary' was a common name, and 'Shia' wasn't uncommon. But the combination of the two, 'Marysa', I had never heard of a second one besides that woman.

It was said that Marysa, the 'secretary' of Lily of the Valley, was a well-known media figure. Could it be her?

I immediately took a photo and sent it to Yarin, and unsurprisingly, he confirmed it.

I didn't feel like going to the textile factory anymore. Instead, I immediately searched for information about this gubernatorial candidate. His information wasn't hard to find. The encyclopedia told everything, and it was clear that the officials had modified it for the voters to reference. His résumé was impressive.

But between the lines, it was not hard to discern that this senator was not a local. His mother was from another state, and his father hailed from the border city!

For those unaware of the situation, a commoner who rose from the chaotic borderlands to the position of senator was an inspiring story. However, for those who knew the inside story of the border city, it was almost certain that he was a puppet supported by Lily of the Valley.

Lily of the Valley involved in politics?

Why? Wasn't divine power more powerful than political power? Lily of the Valley clung to Azazel, and there were no rumors of Azazel vying for power in any myth or legend. Did they suddenly want a nation to play with now?

In any case, this was not a good thing. The human world had its own look, and though it was imperfect, it wasn't something demons from hell should meddle with. If the vast nation became a demonic garden, Azazel would be armed with a weapon to wreak havoc on the human world, and no race could escape his clutches.

So, when Her Majesty the Queen proposed a meeting with me, I wasn't surprised.

I knew I couldn't keep avoiding life in a foreign land forever. I was a werewolf, and I was born with my pride and responsibilities. I was just waiting for the right moment.

The Queen was genuinely concerned about my life outside. In fact, I knew that for all these years, she had arranged for the royal family to secretly take care of me within Jasper's sphere of influence. I had long understood how immature my escape plan was back then, and if not for this help, I probably wouldn't be living as comfortably as I am today.

Yarin was truly like his mother. The mother and son share a lineage of kindness.

"I'm glad you're enjoying your time in Jasper. Since you were young, you've always been an independent child, and your intelligence is enough to ensure your safety in a foreign place," the Queen generously praised me. "If you ever need anything, please tell Yarin, okay? Friends should help each other; having you as a close friend is his honor."