Alpha's Rejected Mate Returns as Queen

648  A Mistake

Yarin's POV:

Aunt Dorothy's way of studying me was very simple and crude - look at my future, and you'd know what would happen.

"But I am still not optimistic about this," she said. "I can't see through your mother because a mortal body can't see through the fate of a god. And you, Yarin, you can also be considered a child of a god, so I don't know if I can see you or if I can see you correctly."

"But aren't you the same as Mom?" I knew about the connection between Aunt Dorothy and my mom in the past life. It was not a secret in our family.

"So I can't see myself, dear."

Aunt Dorothy always became mysterious when she used the Eye of Insight, making people not dare to look at those deep and lifeless eyes.

If you stared into her eyes for too long, you would feel like you were being sucked into a whirlpool. She once said that it was the power of time. "Although time is a non-existent meaning, fate uses its name."

As time passed, she began to sweat, her pupils trembled, and she had a slight spasm. The price of prying into fate took work. The Eye of Insight would consume most of Aunt Dorothy's physical strength and spirit, making her very weak for the next month.

A few minutes later, the incense she had set up beside her began to combust. A smell of mint, frankincense, and spices that I couldn't name slowly spread, and Aunt Dorothy woke up.

She was very weak, and at the same time, her expression was a little depressed. "As expected, your future is also shrouded in fog. I could not see through it, but Fate's message was complicated. I could foresee some unavoidable dangers, but there was always hope in the tempering. This was a part of growth. It would make you stronger, and all problems would be solved in the end."

After saying that, she laughed first. "I sound like a swindler, right? I think that's why there's so much deception about fables because real fables are so easy to imitate."

Next, she did some specific experiments for me.

"Craig has already told me about your current evolution direction. Self-repair is very complicated to understand, but in simple terms, it's transforming other things into your power." As for why you absorb a non-organic thing to provide more energy to yourself instead of an organic one, it's puzzling. This is a problem, and we're going to study it.

"For things like glass, we believe that the human body cannot absorb it in traditional biochemistry and biology, and there is no way to convert it into something like fat.

"However, in witchcraft, we believe that everything in the world contains special magic power. Even a grain of sand or a stone contains natural elements. This is why these lifeless objects are more easily connected to witchcraft than any race other than witches and wizards. For example, it is difficult for werewolves to be born with magic power."

I didn't quite understand these profound principles of witchcraft. "But I'm one of those with no talent in witchcraft, am I not? In that case, inanimate objects shouldn't have any connection with me, let alone be absorbed by me."

"That's the problem." Aunt Dorothy took out an evidence box from the experimental equipment. There was a bullet inside.

"This is one of the bullets Tilda had. It's wrapped in silver. I did some research on the carriage that I came here from. The shells below the silver level are engraved with magic runes that could melt silver and fuse it into the blood. Obviously, this was a weapon specially prepared for the werewolves.

"It was precisely these bullets that were shot into your body. A total of three bullets. Under the spell's effects, the silver immediately seeped into your body and rapidly spread with your blood.

"Dr. Craig also said that silver might have evolved my power into a self-protection mechanism."

"Very close, but I don't think the key lies in silver."

Not in the silver?

Thinking about Aunt Dorothy's analysis, I asked uncertainly, "Could it be witchcraft?"

"Correct! When witchcraft sends silver to your entire body, it is equivalent to penetrating every cell of your body. You were born with no magical fluctuations, but this bullet sent you a primer that could connect to the dead.

"Three silver bullets should have killed you, but simultaneously, your mimicry chose to evolve to protect you. The weapon instead created an opportunity and caused you to fall into this mysterious state."

I raised my hand and gently pressed it on my chest. There seemed to be remnants of that painful feeling from back then. I thought I would die back then, but didn't the mimicry fail at the critical moment and save my life?

"And the reason you can no longer freely control the power of mimicry," Aunt Dorothy continued. "I think it has something to do with these bullets. Although absorbing inanimate objects could absorb the power of nature to repair you, it could not offset the damage from the silver.

"In other words, the silver is still in your body. The damage and repair have reached a balance. Once the power of mimicry fluctuates, this balance may be broken."

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