Fated To The Cursed Lycan Prince
Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince Chapter 411

Sylvia’s POV:

As soon as I got back to my dorm room, I immediately looked into about the exact time, place, and details of the battle that Edwin mentioned.

It took place nineteen years ago, which meant that I had not been born yet when it happened.

Apparently, several packs and tens of thousands of werewolves were involved in this battle.

This was no small battle. Just going by the numbers alone, it seemed to be an important one. Many generals also died on the field because of this, almost wiping out the werewolf race completely.

This was totally different from how Edwin described it.

I began to suspect Edwin even more. He could be hiding something.

Judging from his attitude as well, it seemed that Edwin didn’t want Leonard and Owen recalling the details of this battle either.

What on earth happened that he didn’t want people to remember?

While I was wrapped up in my thoughts, Flora came back.

I suddenly remembered the thing that my mother gave me before she died. I quickly took out the cloth bag and confirmed with Flora again.

“Are you sure this was the pattern of your pack’s old badge?”

After looking at it carefully, Flora nodded. “Yes. In fact, when you first showed me this, I even had to check online. This pattern was, in fact, used in our pack, but it was so long ago that I couldn’t replace much information about it anymore. I then asked my friends in the pack about it. They all agreed that the pattern was familiar, but they couldn’t remember where they’d seen it before.”

“I see… Thank you, Flora.”

After talking to Flora, I took the cloth bag to Rufus. If what Flora said was accurate, this pattern didn’t seem widely known.

They had seen it before, she said, but it was not used later. It seemed contradictory to me.

Tonight, Rufus didn’t return to the royal palace. Instead, he stayed with the army.

Rufus was very much surprised to see me when he opened his door. “What are you doing here?”

“I found some more clues about my father.” I told him immediately.

Intrigued, Rufus raised his eyebrows and gestured for me to come in. “Tell me.”

I handed the item to Rufus. “Remember this thing I told you about?”

Rufus looked at it and nodded. “Yes, Silver Moon Pack’s old badge.”

“Their old badge, right? But apparently, Flora isn’t that familiar with it.” There was confusion written on my face.

Werewolves were usually very familiar with their pack’s badge.

Rufus ran his fingers along the lines of the pattern. “This version of the badge was made with careful craftsmanship. Only those of noble status in the pack were given something of this quality. Later on, to make more of it and make it popular, the design had to be simplified.”

“Then, my guess must be right.” Now more than ever, I was sure of the answer in my heart, but I felt worse.

Rufus looked at me. “Have you figured out who your father is?”

I nodded but I didn’t look too happy.

“Could it be…?” Rufus’ voice trailed off as he put together the clues and guessed the answer as well. With disbelief on his face, he said, “But that’s impossible.”

“It’s possible, alright.” I sighed. I analyzed Edwin’s attitude today in closer detail. Although Rufus was there, I doubted he paid much attention to the details. “I also traced back the time from my birthday. My mother probably got pregnant shortly after the battle. Edwin obviously knew my mother, which was why he was so surprised to see me. He probably never expected to see his own daughter in his lifetime again, and in the capital city at that.”

“Wait… You really think Edwin is your father?” The expression on Rufus’ face got even more complicated.

“Yes.” I nodded, convinced that Edwin was my real father.