Penny took hold of the file which Lord Alexander had taken from one the magistrate they had visited in the town. Turning the file around she opened it to find one of the old files which were registered a few days ago,
‘Lady Helen’s pet ‘Puffles’ went missing last Tuesday and was last seen to be with her in the room. The cat was later found in the very house which was buried in the garden, discovered by the garden. The case has been investigated to make sure that it was nothing related to mental illness in the mansion as the cat was found in two halves and buried in the opposite direction.’
This sounded very much familiar to Penny.
“This isn’t the only case,” Penny commented after having read through it, “Which vicinity does Helen reside in?” she asked them.
“Not too far from the Delcrov’s mansion,” answered Alexander, “It was the first town that we visited. Which is the other one?” he asked her, curious to know where did Penny come to hear of it.
“Patrick. I don’t remember if it is the first or last name.”
“It is the last name,” Damien confirmed.
“When we visited Mr. Donovan’s mansion, someone mentioned about his cat being torn into two halves. They said they found it, did you find the case?” she asked, her eyes falling on to Caitlin who shook her head. The woman merely accompanied the Lord, trying to see if she could find anything odd as they walked around.
Alexander frowned slightly, his expression turning grim, “Mr. Patrick lives in the same town as Helen but there’s no entry about his cat.”
Penny looked back at the entry which was weeks ago before Damien and Penny had even visited Wovile. How she remembered, the man’s cat was found to be dead very recently.
“Looks like someone forgot to register it or Patrick never bothered to register the case. Isn’t it funny how the Artemis live right around the corner? You will need to reassign two of your magistrates. Or rather should I say that two of your magistrates are dead,” Damien informed his cousin on the earlier two villages they had visited. Going into detail on what happened and what they saw.
“That sounds strange indeed,” Alexander had his eyes narrowed, “I visited the village less than a week ago. The villagers were walking around fine. Nothing about them being in a daze,” then that would mean whatever happened to them was very recent.
Everyone left the village as they had finished going to every possible village and town that was near the heart of Valeria and they returned back to the Delcorv’s mansion except for two people. Sylvia and Isaiah.
Having picked the end and corner villages on the map, the vampiress and the black witch walked back towards the carriage after speaking to the magistrate and looking through the files which came out to be clean. The two of them had been lucky to not find any oddity which made their work easier and faster.
“This must be it,” said Sylvia reading the map that was in her hand. It was something she had made herself after the many works in Valeria.
Before she even started to serve and help the Lord, Sylvia had trained physically and mentally enough to be more than capable for her to be able to take up the task alone. But both Alexander and Sylvia had noted how Elliot always tried to prey on the man, waiting like a vulture ready to claw before playing with the man like he was his food for sheer fun which was why Alexander had asked Isaiah to tag along with Sylvia.
Keeping him in the mansion while everyone was out was something they didn’t want to do. After all, the man was still a black witch by nature who was a turned one. Black witches were black witches and there were only a few who could outlaw the basic nature and instincts. At the same time, there was an issue with the witches.
“There are no other villages we need to cover right now. Lord Alexander and the rest must have already visited them by now,” she said, folding the map she had made where Isaiah took a glance at it.
“You are a diligent worker,” Isaiah commented, walking next to her with a wide gap between them, “Why did you decide to serve the Lord?” Now that they were done visiting the villages, he asked her with a small hint of curiosity.
“Why do you want to know?” Sylvia asked directly, turning her head to look at him to see him shrug.
“It is awkward to be walking in and out with you while none of us speak,” said the black witcher, tilting his head.
“I spoke a moment ago,” she pointed out before going to say, “My maternal uncle used to serve the previous Lord and it was told that the next in line would continue to serve the Lord. Unfortunately, neither of them is alive and I am the only child of my parents while my uncle had none.”
Isaiah nodded his head, listening to her speak, “You are here to fulfill his wish,” the man received no response from her, “What about the other vampire and you?”
Sylvia didn’t know why everyone assumed that there was something going on between Elliot and her when it was clear that Elliot did things just for the kicks of it, “What about it?” her eyes looked sharp at him, waiting for him to continue but Isaiah shook his head, letting the matter go.
When they reached the carriage, Sylvia stepped inside and the black witch followed her trail, taking the seat which was in front of her. The coachman closed the door and hopped on the seat.
Almost forty minutes had passed since they had left the villages and it was past midnight. Moving from one village to another had taken time, and also asking for the files without making it obvious that there was something going on. Just as time passed, the carriage slightly shook and Sylvia’s eyes snapped open which had been closed.
