Single Mother of a Werewolf Baby novel Chapter 121

Chapter 121: The Level Between Ascendants

The news spread like wildfire to every corner of the Earth. Within just a couple of hours after the council meeting, the death of the werewolf king had reached the ears of almost every supernatural being... whether they lived in the high mountains, deep forests, or beneath the vast oceans.

It didn’t matter what species they were... werewolves, vampires, merfolk, fairies, or nagas... every supernatural community buzzed with the shocking announcement. The death of such a powerful figure, followed so swiftly by the appointment of a new king, stirred up speculation and gossip across the world.

Whether the rumors were grounded in truth or pure fiction, everyone seemed eager to add their own version to the tale. Wild stories circulated like a virus, each more dramatic than the last. However, among the higher-ups of the major clans, there was a noticeable air of restraint. They chose to act cautiously, quietly watching the developments unfold. Their primary concern wasn’t just the new king... it was the council. Could this newly crowned monarch maintain control over his council and ensure stability in a time of political transition?

Among all the supernatural beings, the dragons remained peculiarly silent. Their stillness didn’t come from ignorance or lack of interest. On the contrary, their silence was a calculated move. As the peacekeepers of the Earth, dragons bore a great responsibility. They chose to observe rather than engage, keeping a close eye on all supernatural factions. They were particularly wary of anyone who might exploit this moment of vulnerability to disrupt the fragile balance among species.

Far away from the center of political upheaval, Eleanor received the news through her shadow team. Her instincts kicked in immediately. Without hesitation, she called Fiona to verify the situation directly.

Fiona answered the call in a composed tone, "I just returned home from Brontes Island after the council meeting. Word is spreading faster than I expected. But you don’t need to worry."

Eleanor sighed in relief. "I’ve already heard a few ridiculous rumors. I wanted to check with you first before believing any of it."

"That’s wise. Ignore the nonsense. Erevan Brontes Lychos has effectively been acting as king for the past thirty years, even though he carried the title of prince. This change in title is symbolic more than anything. From now on, instead of calling him ’Your Highness,’ we’ll refer to him as ’Your Majesty.’ There won’t be any sudden policy shifts... not in the immediate future, at least."

"That’s good to hear," Eleanor replied. "Honestly, I never paid much attention to the political affairs of the council. I just wanted to make sure this change wouldn’t affect us directly."

Fiona chuckled softly. "You should start paying attention. One day, you’ll have to step into my shoes. The sooner you begin understanding council politics, the better prepared you’ll be. I had planned to take you to the funeral of our late king and introduce you to the other clan leaders. Unfortunately, His Majesty wanted to keep the number of attendees minimal. Only clan heads are permitted to attend. But be ready... I’ll definitely bring you to the next major event."

"Grandma," Eleanor said with a playful sigh, "I’m still too young to be dragged into politics. I’m completely focused on my businesses right now. Once I’ve solidified my foundations and created something sustainable, I’ll shift my energy to the political sphere. I’m not avoiding it. I just believe I should be strong enough to walk beside you as their equal."

"Business will always be in flux," Fiona replied matter-of-factly. "No matter how much you prepare, the market and economy will continue to evolve. There’s never truly a point where you can say a business is stable... not when global politics, technological advancements, and even spiritual energies affect everything. I taught you that, and now you’re trying to use it against me."

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