Chapter 290
The carriage was damaged and the driver injured during the fight, so we walk the rest of the way with an escort of what I have learned are Council Guards. The Mayor is actually the least senior member of council, appointed as arbiter because he’s the least influenced by any faction and most relatable for the general population.
I’m taken by an attendant when we arrive, a teenage Titan girl who seems to be in charge of the pets. I smile at her and she flinches, drawing away from the sight of my eyes.
"Let’s get you washed and changed. You can’t go to council like that." The words are barely a whisper, like they’re for herself. This seems to be a regular routine, as she then leads me to a fountain in a side room where a dozen other naked werewolves and wolf kin are waiting, their leashes attached to the wall.
How nobody has noticed I’m practically bathing in death energy is a mystery, until I realize that the collar is masking it all, and the blocking of external cultivation energy usage function is still active.
I scrub first my clothes, then myself, before getting dressed again. "Oh no, they’ve got clothes for you. I’ll put these aside for your Master."
The clothes turn out to be a sack cloth dress that barely covers the essentials. I stare at it in distaste then look at my clothes in a pile.
That outfit isn’t happening.
The others don’t say a word as they get dressed, vacant eyes looking at nothing in particular. When the attendant turns back to me I’m in my leather again and she sighs.
"Why must you be difficult?"