Fated To The Cursed Lycan Prince

Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince by Dark Knight

Chapter 657 Someone with Countless Faces

Sylvia’s POV:

Carol and I both insisted on our respective opinions. We were in a stalemate, so Blair took me to the guards to look at the surveillance video. We meticulously watched the surveillance video and sure enough, we didn’t see Carol get in or out of the school gate.

“Did you really mistake someone else as Carol?” Blair worriedly asked as he turned to look at me. “It doesn’t seem like Carol is lying.”

All kinds of thoughts raced through my mind as my face turned deathly pale. If Carol wasn’t the one who appeared in the library, then it had to be someone else. And the answer was obvious.

It was Noreen. She disguised herself as Carol. I remembered when Rufus told me that black witches were good at disguising themselves and hide among the crowd. I figured she must have disguised herself as Carol in the library this time around.

Noreen’s witchcraft was flawless. I couldn’t see a single mistake in her transformation even when we were talking face to face. It would be horrible if she could disguise as pretty much anyone without us noticing.

off as I absentmindedly walked out of the monitoring

acted faster than we thought. She probably sneaked into the imperial capital and hid among us a long time ago. We just didn’t notice it. What was Noreen’s plan? She had been pulling the strings and we still had no idea what she wanted and what

Blair offered to escort me out of the school, I refused and simply left on my own in low spirits. On the way back, I began to panic. I kept suspecting each person who

take over, and when it did, I sprinted all the way to

felt somewhat better when I saw

a corridor and breathed a sigh of relief. Now that the enemy was hiding in the dark, I couldn’t afford to be so passive anymore. Whether or not what the letter stated was true, I had to find

what to do, I noticed that the servants were pushing a cart full of flowers as they passed by me. Two guards were also walking behind

are you going to plant these?” I asked

it in the backyard, but I was wrong. The guards were smiling as they carried the pear tree to the backyard. The open space that had been paved with cobblestones had now turned into a small

the middle of the garden, which was suitable for swimming on

I didn’t expect that

when he saw me. He was wearing casual clothing while holding a pair of gold-rimmed glasses that he had just taken off. His smile reached his eyes the moment he looked my