“Why is it unorganized here? Did the council make a search?” she asked him. A lot of things were put down on the floor as if people had come to search for something suspicious here.
“They usually do it to find a reason or a trail because of the person’s death in the house. Creed died suspiciously and out of the blue when things around him were quiet and calm with no feud going on. You will find the books there ahead of you and there are some in his study room,” Damien spoke to her in a hushed tone as she stood right next to her.
Damien led her to the bookshelf and she started to look at the books that were aligned on the racks. There was at least a minimum of more than a hundred books placed in here. There weren’t many to go through therefore Penny started to read every single book in there, pulling out the book to read and pushing it back from where she had taken it. Damien who was already aware of the book being called the cookbook for garlic, he helped her in looking for it.
Finishing the two racks, Penny asked him, “Where is his study room?”
“It’s inside. Let me go take a look there,” he suggested having her go back to checking the books and Damien left the racks in the hall.
Penny spent her time on the racks of the book to find nothing in here. Hoping Damien would have better luck than her she went in search of him not realizing that she didn’t know where the study room actually was located in the mansion she was in.
The only source of light which was the moon at the time of night had been shielded by the clouds, leaving only the lightning as their source of light for now which flashed in and out of the windows. On her way, Penny came across a painting with a small frame of concentric design. The designs were made in black and the background plain making it appear to be exotic. It was because of the lightning flashing did Penny even observe it before she moved ahead to finally meet Damien who was in the far end of the corridor.
“I don’t think he ever had the book you are looking for,” Damien stated, after all, if the man did have the book, he would have placed it with the rest of the books which he had brought with himself without leaving it in the council’s hands, “He must have been searching for it that is if he knew it existed. The man could hardly read it, if he did, he would have been placed in a locked safe and not out in the open.”
So the book of Garlic was not here, thought Penny to herself. Did the book perhaps not exist anymore and was burnt? After all, garlic wasn’t something everyone favored in their food because of the strong scent it held.
“Is this all that is there here?” she asked him, her shoulder slumping as the hope of finding the book here had disappeared from her mind.
When they made their way out, Penny was the first one to move forward and she suddenly stopped when she caught sight of a lantern that was placed near the rack of books which was previously not there because the lantern was one which was lit and was burning brightly. Both Penny and Damien quickly went back into the room before going to peek outside with only their top of the head and their eyes trying to see what was going on.
“Search it in the racks. Do you even know how to read you illiterate?” a man walked forward along with another scrawny looking man.
“Do you think a man like me will know how to read,” the scrawny man chuckled to be pushed aside by the bulkier one.
“I don’t even know why you are sent along with me you useless little piece of shit,” said the bulky one with grey hair but it was the color of his hair not that he had reached the old age as he started to look for something in the racks, “Bring me the lantern here. If you can’t read you can at least hold it up here,” he knocked the smaller one’s head before going to look at the books there.
Penny who was peeking below Damien pulled herself back to ask him in a whisper, “Do you think they came looking for the same book?”
“Are they witches?” Damien asked in confirmation. Sadly Penny couldn’t differentiate a human to be a human or witches. She was still a white witch which made it difficult for her to know. To be able to differentiate one from another, she would have to completely turn to a black witch.
“I can’t tell,” since the time they had killed the Artemis, Penny’s eyes had not turned to slits and they had continued to stay green constantly. It made her wonder if that was why she was able to differentiate during the time they had been Valeria, right now she couldn’t deduce and they didn’t have to wait as the two men showed their true form without being asked to.
Peeking back they noticed the scaly appearance of the two men with their entire body structure changed one to be of a black witch.
“Where is it? It was told it was somewhere here.”
“The lady said it to be here. She said it was in the house but didn’t specify where,” one hearing the scrawny witch’s words, the other one pulled out a book and started to beat the other on his head.
“Such a useless little piece,” the man continued to use the book on his partner’s head before throwing the book on the ground, “The sheet could be elsewhere if it is not here. Go search the top floor and I will try to find it here!” the black witch barked before walking away from the book racks and starting to look at every little object that was in the house.
