บททั้งหมดของ Tales of the Moonlit Grimoire: บทที่ 121 - บทที่ 130

Faghri snatched several packs of instant noodles from his bag. They are, indeed, the best item to eat while camping in the wilderness."Do you like instant noodles, Luna?""Of course," I said.Yes, as a poor woman, even quick noodles may be considered a savior back then.They are inexpensive and filling, but they are not healthful. But what else can you do with a limited budget?Faghri was serious as he cooked the boiled noodles near the river. Between me, the campfire danced, putting a warm glow on his face.He stirred the noodles quickly, and the unmistakable aroma of boiling noodles quickly filled the air.This was a side of Faghri that I had never expected to see in this blond man."Here, try this," he offered, handing him a dish of boiling boiled noodles.The aroma was enticing and seductive, and it seemed to seduce my nose tonight.I took my first mouthful while sitting next him. It was excellent and just right.It was absolutely tasty, even on a cold night in the forest beside

The large black wolf stood erect in front of me, his piercing eyes peering deep into my soul. However, he exuded no threat, as if we had known each other for a long time."This is different from the wolf I met before," I said to myself. I was immediately reminded of the black wolf I encountered in Borneo, who gave off an intimidating atmosphere at first. Unlike the last wolf, this one seemed more approachable."I've been waiting to meet you," the wolf murmured, his voice deep and calm.I was speechless and didn't know what to say."Don't worry, I won't hurt you," the wolf comforted me, and I didn't feel threatened by this creature.I returned my gaze to Faghri, who appeared to have turned into a statue. Faghri remained still, but I knew he was okay."Faghri's not in danger, is he?" I requested that the wolf check Faghri's current status."He's not in any danger," the wolf informed them.The wolf swirled around me like a puppy eager to play."How can I save Faghri?" I asked right away,

I listened carefully as the man began to tell me a story. I realized that this story was also linked to my life and safety. "Our love story is intertwined in an unusual way, full of lessons." "My childhood friend and I, as werewolves, always felt different from others," he began. "What do you mean?" I interjected, surprised by the unusual twist in his sentence. "We always felt different from the rest of the villagers," he explained, his eyes distant. "We fell in love at the age of nineteen, under the enchantment of a full moon," he says. He raised his hand as he spoke, as if attempting to touch the moonlight slipping through the leaves of the large tree above us. "It sounds like something out of a fairy tale," I said to myself. "Yes, like a fairy tale, but with a sad ending," he added, pausing briefly before proceeding with his story. "We made a critical mistake. We used the sacred Grimoire, our tribe's magic book, as a mat for our lovemaking in the heat of our passion. It was

I arrived at the riverbank while riding the wolf's back."Here we are," said the wolf as he lowered me to the bank. I turned my gaze to the ancient monument, where Faghri had set up a tent before I left with this wolf.I couldn't figure out what the wolf was thinking when he looked at me.The full moon above us added to the eerie and tense atmosphere.I cast a glance at Faghri, who was standing nearby, transfixed like a statue, his eyes blank, as if trapped in another world.Moreover, there were several other wolves surrounding Faghri."Is that your son?" I inquired of the black wolf with a fire on his back."Yes," the wolf I was riding said.The wolf drew closer, his voice low and resonant in the cold night air."Kiss her," he said unequivocally.My heart was pounding as I looked at Faghri. Something about this situation felt more than mystical; it was a watershed moment."Does it have to be by kissing her?" When I asked the wolf, it nodded."Are there any other options?" I asked ag

I was sitting on the peaceful banks of a river with Faghri, and the hubbub of the night was like a tidal wave.We looked up into the sky, where the stars gleamed like sentinels. Our hair rustled in the cool night breeze that carried secrets we had not spoken."Faghri, you have suspicions about werewolves, don't you?" I inquired, starting the narrative.I could no longer keep this a secret from Faghri, not when he'd seen a werewolf twice firsthand.Softly but firmly, Faghri said, "I know about the werewolf."He continued to look up at the sky as though he was conversing with the stars directly.Startled, I looked up at him. "You know?"Indeed, regarding the werewolf. It surprised me at first," he said in a sincere reply that left me feeling both relieved and perplexed."I was also aware of your association with it, Luna," Faghri went on."But why do you treat me so well? Is magic to blame for it?" I questioned warily.I remembered how Faghri had seemed to connect with me after touching