Urania’s knowledge base was on a completely different level compared to ordinary werewolves. Maggie had initially thought that the Grand Elder would be the most knowledgeable figure in the werewolf world, followed by Aldrich and Grace, both of whom she considered well-versed. However, when compared to Urania, they seemed like novices.
Urania claimed to have been involved in the writing of werewolf chronicles, but she found it troublesome, so she didn’t bother with authorship, preferring to provide input and suggestions and then withdraw from the process.
Maggie stared at the walls of books, astonished. “Did you write all of these?”
“About half. The other half is for my own studies.”
“A few millennia of lifespan can indeed yield many accomplishments.”
“I can’t speak for others, but after becoming the High Priestess, writing and studying are pretty much my main activities. Writing a lot is only natural.”
They left the dim room and entered a new one. Urania mentioned that she usually wrote books in this room. The sunlight was gentle, creating a warm atmosphere.
“In the future, you can come here to read. A comfortable environment aids learning.”
Urania pulled out a book, discussing significant werewolf history. “Have you read this one from Aldrich?”
Maggie flipped through it briefly. “I read something similar.”
“Let’s pick another one then.” Urania casually tossed the book aside. Her collection was so extensive that she couldn’t treasure each one like the most precious book. “How about the Politics and Magical Energy of the Witch Society?”
“Do I need to understand witch knowledge?”
“Not at the moment. So, what about this one, Political Goals and Needs in Werewolf Society.”
Maggie felt like she was attending a general education class in college. The titles seemed specially designed for specific courses.
“Alright.”
Urania assigned her a task, “Finish reading this book by sunset tomorrow and then give me a rough discussion of your conclusions.”
Maggie’s mouth hung slightly open. “I have to discuss it?”
“I’ve been quite gentle by not assigning you actual writing tasks like your university professors. I’m only asking for a general discussion.”
Maggie felt her determination to become a deity diminishing. She was a pragmatist and completely clueless about theories.
“Can I call Alisa for help?” she tentatively asked.
Urania revealed a subtle smile. “I told you Aldrich’s relay of knowledge wasn’t thorough enough. There’s a barrier between the werewolf and human worlds. The signal waves from the human world can’t penetrate this barrier, and vice versa. Do you want to try sending a message to someone in the human world?”
Maggie, undeterred, pulled out her phone and dialed Alisa’s number, but there was no response. Glancing at her phone’s icon, she noticed a large cross on the signal bars.
“Can I call Aldrich then?”
“He’s probably busy with Elder Council matters and won’t have time to help you with your studies.”
“But I’m really bad at learning theoretical knowledge. Besides, why do I need to study political theory to become a deity?”
“Many deities initially need to descend to the realms they govern to understand the habits of the species there, making it easier to manage. Learning political theory will help you better understand the various happenings in the mortal realm and enable you to give appropriate commands.”
Maggie was left speechless. She could only open the thick book, resembling a sugar jar, and start reading diligently.
Maggie struggled with learning, not out of false modesty but a genuine lack of skill. Some would call this a reading disorder. She would occasionally skip large sections, making it impossible to connect the information, resulting in fractured knowledge.
Holding her head, she meticulously underlined and transcribed the key points in red.
Observing Maggie from outside, Urania felt she was studying diligently. She had considered inviting her to join for a meal but decided against it. It seemed Maggie wouldn’t make any noise before the sunset deadline she had set.
Urania left quietly, making as little noise as possible.
“I didn’t expect you to come personally.”
“My partner is here, of course, I had to come. How’s her aptitude? I guess she might be more talented than me.”
“She hasn’t reached that aspect yet. We’ve tested the energy in her body.”
The newcomer was Aldrich. He hurriedly finished the Elder Council business to rush over. Charlie remained at the scene to handle some final tasks.
“What is she doing now?”
“Learning.”
“Learning?”
“How to be a qualified Luna.” Urania didn’t inform Aldrich of the true content of her conversation with Maggie. She presumed Aldrich probably didn’t know that Maggie was the daughter of the Moon Goddess.
Aldrich was puzzled. “She’s already a qualified Luna, and she said she came here to learn about your knowledge of foresight.”
“She did come to me to understand everything about foresight.” Urania turned and walked into the house. “But you’re a bit too impatient. Foresight isn’t something you can learn in a day or two. She needs a comprehensive and systematic learning process, not bits and pieces. It won’t benefit her future.”
Urania had lived far longer than him, with a deeper understanding of things. He could only choose to listen.
“Is she eating properly, though?”
Urania thought, love is indeed a precious thing, capable of momentarily altering a person’s nature. Aldrich, who used to never care about others’ well-being, would never bother asking about basic, yet mundane matters like whether someone had eaten.
“She’s a mentally mature adult, Aldrich, this isn’t something you should be concerned about. She knows how to take care of herself. Don’t treat her like a delicate rose in a greenhouse.”
Aldrich defended himself, “She’s carrying my child; that’s something I should care about.”
“Listen, Aldrich, she’s an independent individual, not a parasitic plant attached to you. If she’s hungry, she’ll eat, and the child inside her will remind her. Instead of obsessing over whether she’s dressing warmly enough in the cold or eating on time, focus more on her emotions. Does she need care and company from someone other than you? Does she want to return to her familiar surroundings?”
Aldrich fell silent for a moment. “Well, what you say makes some sense. But that doesn’t mean I’m convinced. You still need to remind her to eat on time.”
Urania rolled her eyes heavenward. “You’re truly beyond help.”
“As long as it benefits her, I don’t care how others judge me.”
Urania crossed her arms, a hint of mockery on her face. “Quite touching. It’s the first time I’ve heard someone call possessiveness love.”