When the Moon No Longer Answers the Wolf Chapter 22

After Kaelen left, Aurora turned to Victor, her expression cold.

"You should go too."

Victor picked up a paintbrush, a playful look in his eyes. "Not going to discuss the trial anymore?"

Aurora opened the window, her gaze a clear dismissal.

"No one knows if our trials are even connected. How can you be so sure that my trial is also yours?"

After Victor left, Aurora contemplated alone.

Every trial she had faced before completing the ritual had a specific goal. But this time, from the moment she stepped through the entrance to begin her training, neither the cultivation nor the trials had any instructions.

She could only go with the flow, following where events led her.

...

A year later.

Aurora had a major problem. Her parents were starting to pressure her to get married.

Here, girls were matched with suitors at fourteen and married by sixteen at the latest. Those over sixteen were considered to have something wrong with them, to be unlucky.

Her parents had managed to keep her unmarried until she was seventeen, a difficult feat. The elders of the family came to urge them almost every few days.

Aurora didn't want to make things difficult for them and agreed to meet a few men.

The first was a burly man who stared at her with wide eyes, making her wonder if they were enemies.

He then demanded that she bear him five sons before he would marry her. Since she was an old maid, she had to contribute more.

Aurora asked curiously, "What's the standard for a young woman?"

The man said magnanimously, "Four sons will do."

Aurora stormed off in a huff. A failure.

For the second one, her parents learned their lesson and chose an heir from a wealthy southern family. Aurora didn't see anything elegant about him. He already had four mistresses before marriage, not to mention his numerous other affairs.

The so-called wealthy family was neither wealthy nor noble. They even demanded a huge dowry from Aurora.

Aurora threw a cup of water at him and told him to see if he was worthy. A failure.

The third was the youngest son of another City Lord, a family of equal standing.

Aurora asked sincerely, "Your parents have other sons, but my parents only have me. If you really want to marry me, I won't ask for much, just a city."

The man's face turned red. "Who do you think you are? Just an old maid no one wants, and you dare to be picky? We'll see who marries you!"

Aurora ambushed him in the middle of the night, beat him up, and denied everything. A failure.

After three failed attempts, Aurora remained unmarried, and her reputation began to suffer.

Every time she had a matchmaking session, Victor would somehow show up, sitting at a nearby table, laughing and watching.

What was so funny? That mischievous man.

Aurora had never intended to get married in the first place, and after meeting these three, she had even more reason not to.

But seeing her parents' worried faces, she felt a little guilty. An idea popped into her head.

The next day, Aurora ran to the gallery, grabbed Victor, and dragged him home.

"Dad, I want to be with him!"

Her father was not pleased, his brows furrowed so deeply they could crush a fly.

"What do you see in him?"

"He's handsome!"

Her father was speechless. He shot a look at her mother, asking for her help.

Her mother looked at Victor and nodded sincerely. "He is quite handsome."

Her father became anxious, no longer caring about Victor’s feelings. "He's unreliable. He looks like a pretty boy. He'll probably just cause you trouble."

As Aurora was about to argue, Victor stepped forward and smoothed the frown on her forehead.

"I can sign a prenuptial agreement and agree to all your conditions and scrutiny."

"Please rest assured, I will treat Aurora well and never let her down."

Aurora stared, stunned. Victor was so earnest, she almost believed him.