Bab 39: Reel Or Real

Red POV.

The Priestess raised her hand and smiled at Merlin. "... Since Drake Wood is my protector, he has the right to ask questions and finds out everything."

Hmm, interesting. It seems the Priestess is confident with her identity while the head of the Council looks skeptical. I mumble to myself and drink the wine Drake gave me.

"But priestess, the way he talks to you doesn't show respect, and as one of your followers, I can't accept this!" Merlin expressed and glared at Drake.

Drake ignored Merlin and focused on the priestess."...go on, I'm waiting."

"... I was born eighteen years ago where the moon glowed -red and the sky was filled with haze."

The priestess explained as she looked at the sky with a smile.

Wait a minute! Butler Morris told me when my mother brought me to him, a meteor shower had just finished showering in the sky, and the moon glowed strangely.