Chapter 102

If I was just any random traveller who asked him for his help to make me a weapon that cold counter a curse that he believe that doesn't exist just to kill someone they heard in legends, I would probably be escorted outside without hearing my explanation. The thing is, I'm his Queen. If he did something disrespectful, I could have his head on a platter by morning even if he's a respected elder. I could tell that he doesn't want the conversation that we're having anymore. Still, he was smiling, keeping his cool while I empty his patience. Well, he's emptying my patience too. "You mean to say that The Origin of the Wolfsbane wasn't real either?" I asked in mockery. He pursed his lips, placed his hands beside him and took a deep breath. "It was real, your majesty. The only part that isn't real was when a lady as bright as the moon came down here and cursed some sick old vampire with immortality," he told me calmly like he was teaching a child who grew up with fairy tales. "I thought stori