Chapter 393


    Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince by Dark Knight


    Chapter 393 Martyrs’ Cemetery


    Sylvia’s POV:


    Upon hearing Rufus’ words, I pouted and looked at him gloomily. “You can always see through me.”


    Rufus cupped my face in both hands and pecked me on the lips. “Is it because of Leonard?”


    I didn’t say anything. I just nodded with righteous indignation. But when I suddenly thought of Leonard’s


    words, I knew he made sense. So, I shook my head dejectedly. “Not really. It’s mostly because of


    myself.” “Tell me about it.” Rufus wrapped his arms around my waist and let me sit on hisp.


    I briefly told Rufus everything that happened. But after listening to me, he flicked me on the forehead


    with a long face.


    “Leonard is right. You deserve to be penalized.”


    I covered my forehead and looked at Rufus in confusion. “But why? I don’t understand.”


    My experiences from my childhood to adulthood taught me not to lose. Because if I did, I would be


    ridiculed, bullied, and humiliated by others. I could only gain respect from others and continue to


    survive if I won.


    Rufus stared at me for a while and said, “Come with me. I’ll take you to a ce.”


    I was confused, but I still followed him until we arrived at a magnificent manor. It was in a remote ce,


    and I didn’t see anyone along the way. Only sold*iers were guarding the entrance. I only found out that


    we were at the cemetery of martyrs when we entered the gate. No wonder I didn’t see anyone here.


    The neatly arranged white tombstones turned slightly yellow after being baptized by wind and rain. And


    the wildflowers and weeds on both sides were growing messily, some of which had covered the stairs.


    My heart sank, but I still followed Rufus until he stopped in front of a tombstone. The inscriptions were


    already blurred, but the photo was still vivid. In the photo was a handsome werewolf with a bright smile


    and youthful face.


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    “His name is Chasel. He was only eighteen when he d*ied, and he was on duty,” Rufus said to me


    lightly, introducing the werewolf in the photo.


    “He’s too young…” I murmured in surprise. His life had just begun, but it had alreadye to an end.


    Rufus looked at the tombstone with aplicated expression. He seemed to be lost in thought for a


    moment. Then he said, “He was also a squad leader like you. During the first war between the


    vampires and the werewolves, the werewolf race waspletely defeated. For them to survive, Chasel


    led his teammates to surrender. Then they became traitors in others’ eyes and mouths.”


    I listened to Rufus intently without saying a word.


    He continued, “At that time, everyone scolded them for being shameless traitors. But this group of


    ‘traitors’ was the one who sessfully poisoned the blood the vampires fed on before a crucial battle,


    allowing the werewolves to gain their first overall victory.”


    “Then what happened next?” I asked. I was so shocked that I couldn’t help covering my mouth.


    “Until now, no one knows what they went through that day. What I only know is that when my father and


    his troops found them, there was noplete corpse on the scene.”


    I felt extremely sad. I couldn’t imagine how desperate their families and loved ones must be when they


    saw the iplete corpses.


    Rufus then took me to the next tombstone. In the photo was an ordinary-looking she-wolf. Unlike


    Chasel, she had no military rank on the inscription. She was just an ordinary logistic sold*ier.


    “She was the most inconspicuous one in army before. She was not outstanding at all. But during the


    battle, she rushed to the vampires alone with explosives tied to her b*ody and dragged the enemy. No


    one had expected that she could make the werewolves of the entire pack escape sessfully with her


    own efforts. It was such a devastating sacrifice.” Rufus told me the heaviest story in the lightest tone,


    but his face was covered with ayer of haze.


    Rufus took me to more tombstones and introduced them to me one by one. They were heroes and


    heroines from different ces. Noble or ordinary, each of their stories shocked me deeply.


    When we reached thest and newest tombstone, I saw a familiar face.