“Lord Alexander,” Penny took the opportunity to speak when both the men paused, “I used the oath bond only to test him. His eyes didn’t flicker and as Damien said, if he wanted to do something, he would have done it by now. The butler also checked him before letting him inside the mansion,” which was true.
The mansion was secure enough that strangers weren’t allowed in easily without being checked, especially the ones where they didn’t know the background the person came from.
Alexander sighed, looked at the window before looking back at them, “Keep him close then. I asked Sylvia to feed him and Martin will arrange a room in the servants quarters for him,” right before he finished his sentence, the butler knocked on the door of the study room, “Come in,” and in came the butler behind whom was the black witcher, “Take a seat, Isaiah. We were speaking about you and will need some clarification before we can start working.”
The witcher stared at the lord and gave him a single nod. Alexander gestured his hand to the empty seats which were in front of the desk. The butler bowed his head and left the study room, closing the door behind him.
Isaiah took the seat, his back straight without leaning his back towards the chair. He could feel the eyes of the three members in the room who was looking at him but he instead chose to look at the table and the files that were placed on top of it.
“I heard you have the ability to transport yourself. Care to elaborate on it while we go through things one more like so that I know you are a man we can trust.”
The black witcher raised his eyes up to meet Alexander’s dark red eyes, “I told them what was there and also took the oath bond,” Penny eyes slowly moved from the witcher to Lord Alexander before looking at the shelves behind the Lord, “I tapped into the forbidden magic thinking it was white magic, it was my first time, it was what led me to the ability that I possess now which in turn turned me to a black witch.”
“And what are your intentions while you are here?” Alexander asked the next question.
“I was told to help Penelope. I thought about escaping from here as I didn’t plan to stay long in Valeria but I gave it some thought after seeing her heal the plant in your garden. Her mother would have taught her nothing and she would need someone to teach the black magic,” Isaiah’s words brought a smile on Penny’s lips, “I will help her with what she needs and then go.”
“Where do you plan to go after this?” Lord Alexander appeared to have some questions prepared as he shot it one after another.
“I have my parents who are still in Wovile. I would like to go visit them.”
Damien’s eyes narrowed at that little detail and he asked, “Don’t you think you should move them to somewhere much safer as Wovile is not safe for the witches, even if it is white witches.”
The black witcher nodded his head in agreement, “They have lived there for as long as I remember and my words would fall on deaf ears,” it was because after the man started to show the signs of a black witch, he was put out of the house and was asked to leave so that his presence wouldn’t cause them trouble especially when their younger child was severely ill. Isaiah had left the house to only come after a week to find out that his brother had passed away and was buried in the cemetery, “I visit them to see if they are doing fine and if they are still alive,” he confirmed the Lord of Valeria.
“Wovile right now is on high alert with the massacre that was about to take there and in Bonelake, did you hear anything about it?” Lord Alexander continued with his question.
“No,” responded the black witch, “I don’t know other witches and have tried to survive without their help. Owing to someone’s life is hard to fulfill back again,” his voice appeared to turn somewhere melancholic that received Penny’s attention.
“Ah, Mr. Isaiah, there is something I would like you to read,” she pushed one of the books that were written by Lady Isabelle, shifting the subject to something lighter.
Damien, who stood there watching the black witch look at Penny noticed how the black witch’s eyes softened every time their eyes met. Feeling Damien’s gaze, the black witch’s eyes shifted from Penny to the pureblooded vampire who looked at him dauntingly.
“The first page will do. Can you tell me what you see?” Penny flipped the page, waiting for the man’s response.
Isaiah turned his eyes to the book’s first page, reading it to say, “Why are you making me read about turnips?”
He gave her a look, wondering what was going on.
“Wanted to make sure you could read,” Penny smiled at him, pulling the book away from him and holding it in her hands. So it meant he couldn’t read. People who tapped into the forbidden magic didn’t get any extra powers.
Isaiah finding it suspicious asked her, “Is there something about the book I was supposed to notice?” he questioned her, his brown eyes staring at her green ones he felt he could drown in.
“No,” she shook her head without giving them information about the books which were written by Lady Isabelle.
Alexander was still gauging the man as Penny and the black witcher spoke to each other about vegetables, hearing Penny mention the names of vegetables before adding another one in the list. Garlic.
“We don’t have that book, do we?” Alexander confirmed with her after listening to their conversation. Penny shook her head.
“We don’t. I think it is the only missing book from the entire collection,” she answered Lord Alexander.
The black witch had a questionable look on his face when he asked, “Why are you collecting books about vegetables?”
“We are a family who is into cooking,” came Damien’s smart answer. If Penny could she would have laughed. Did Damien ever step his foot into the kitchen to cook ever? It was something she had never thought about, his only talent in food was the rabbit apple, “We plan to add all the vegetables and cook the witches as they cook others.”
