Luna Sutton was stunned, forgetting to continue her fake crying.
She hadn't expected this madman to relent so easily, and she stared at him warily: "What are you up to?"
Mael Valerius chuckled softly, pressing closer: "Does Luna not trust me?"
Suddenly, he leaned in, their noses nearly touching, "That fox lost three tails and now might not even cross the threshold of Mount Veridia. Even if they let him in, in the name of fellow disciples, he'd be mercilessly mocked."
Luna Sutton's heart was gripped with panic instantly. She pushed him away forcefully and sat up: "What do you mean?"
"The Nine-Tailed Fox reveres its tails."
Mael Valerius leisurely played with her strands of hair, "Losing one tail weakens you by thirty percent, losing three tails leaves your power at less than twenty percent, and..."
He deliberately prolonged his tone, watching Luna Sutton's face turn pale, "A fox with three lost tails... in Veridia, even the cubs could stomp on him."
