Birthday dinner begins

Before Winters could react, a huge wave of energy had thrown her and Frederick out of the room.

Winters' eyes snapped open, and there was not the slightest change inside the castle dungeon.

There was no figure of a wolf warrior, nor was there any bead of blood.

In front of her eyes, Duke Massa's coffin lay peacefully on a patch of white orchid grass.

Next to him, Frederick held the letter with a dull gaze and had not yet opened it.

"You are in shock." Muddy tears oozed from beneath his sagging eyelids as the old man turned to Winters, refracting an amber halo in the candlelight, "The master needs a long sleep, like the night lords in last year's hibernation."

His cracked voice was wrapped in some sort of melody, a spell of amnesia that Winters knew all too well - the vine-like runes that were currently climbing along the stone walls that were supposed to erase her memories like a tidal wave for three hours.

The silent sound of the amnesia spell washed over Winters' ears again and again.

But this time, she didn't seem to have forgotten anything.

Frederick pulled Winters quickly out of the castle dungeon, with the overpowering scriptures and the Wolf Clan's restoration spells behind him.

Outside the dungeon stood a wolf similar in stature to Duke Massa.

Seeing this, Winters suddenly realized: it turned out that in his last life, Duke Massa had already died.

And Duke Massa probably wasn't poisoned, he was hit by the Sutherland family's curse.

It wasn't a good thing that she was able to be reborn, and this was probably because the Sutherland family's curse hadn't started to complete its landing yet.

*

The glass above and below the castle was instantly repaired intact by the spell.

It was as if nothing had happened.

The maids were methodically low preparing the food and wine for Winters' dinner.

In the Duke of Massa's study, Mike pulled back the heavy curtains and lit a kerosene lamp.

Outside in the garden, Winters and Frederick walked side by side.

Winters stopped to speak:"Frederick, do you remember the Star Tracker?"

Frederick's eyes flashed with caution, "How do you know about my Fox Clan's stuff ...?"

"Nothing, it's just that I think I've seen a glimpse of it in some book."

Sure enough, perhaps no one was in that illusion of consciousness but her.

Winters continued to walk down the garden's long, soft stone path, with Frederick following her unhurriedly.

"You are too indifferent to the death of the Duke of Massa."

Frederick suddenly changed the subject, his fingertips unconsciously stroking the jagged decoration on the edge of the brooch, "Even the white orchid grass, which was the most detested thing in Duke Massa's life, is mourning for him at this moment."

Winters followed his gaze, and Winters noticed that the pale green grasses were all now a funeral black veil of off-white.

Her eyes turned cold at Frederick's words.

A few hours ago, Winters had begged Frederick to use the crystal scepter to save Duke Massa.

Mike's spell had confused Frederick's memory essence a bit.

"Frederick, everyone in this world dies, and so do you."

"Winters, they say you're a gentle wolf, I didn't realize your mouth was so venomous."

The roll of Frederick's throat was audible.

The wind lifted his overgrown bangs on his left side, revealing the old whip marks at the corner of his forehead that had not yet faded.

In his last life, Winters had not crossed paths with Frederick, but he knew he had died a gruesome death.

"Uncle Massa didn't die, he just went to another world."

Winters' voice was a bit soft, but it smashed into Frederick's heart, as if he had forgotten something.

Inside she was blaming herself, not being able to avoid Duke Massa's death in this life meant that it would be hard to change what happened later.

But right now, the most important thing first was to finish dealing with her birthday party.

As the sunlight poured on the grass, Amelia ran towards Winters like a happy deer, her ponytail swaying playfully with her steps.

Running close, Amelia tilted her red face, her eyes full of curiosity, and asked crisply.

"Sister, where have you been?" 

Saying that, she also intentionally tilted her head, the corner of her mouth rose slightly, revealing a wry smile.

"Did you steal delicious food behind my back."

Winters laughed helplessly and reached out to gently scratch Amelia's nose, gently responding, "Amelia, how could I possibly do that." 

Amelia wasn't bad by nature, just a little jealous.

Winters took her hand and turned to Frederick, who was off to the side, and said, "We'll go first."

It was then that Amelia noticed the male fox behind her sister.

Her eyes rounded with surprise all of a sudden and she couldn't help but blurt out, "What a beautiful male fox." 

Frederick owed a slight bow, a polite smile on his face, and said softly, "Miss Amelia is so good at talking."

He was obviously a little upset, but couldn't show it.

The Sutherland family's affairs were well known throughout the continent.

"It's getting late, I should go back too, Happy Birthday Miss Winters!"

"Hmm."

Winters nodded indifferently.

He had already said happy birthday many times today.

A few hours later, it was completely dark, and Winters' birthday dinner began after Sutherland's famous song played.

The voice was slow and drawn out, as if it was slowly rising from an endless dark abyss, carrying the vicissitudes of years and suffering.

The melody seems to be broken, like a grief-stricken person choking and sobbing, every pause is full of unspeakable sorrow.

It was as if they were bidding farewell to Duke Massa.

Winters' eyes glistened with tears as she mentally prayed for Duke Massa.

After the tune ended, the pretend Duke of Massa was pushed by Mike to show himself.

"Winters, sweet child, happy birthday to you,You're gonna be a proud member of the Sutherland family.."

"Duke Massa, thank you."