No matter how much they didn’t like this man being the Lord, he was still someone who held the authority to which they had to abide. Evelyn then spoke,
“Have the others been informed, the parents? If you’re going to look to exorcise the bodies I would ask you to do it right away than delay it,” she gave Damien a look before the magistrate was taken to the side and Lord Alexander accompanied them to supervise the situation.
“Do you always have to create a racket,” Sylvia scolded Elliot, “It is something between the Lord and the council. Butting yourself in the situation will only have your fangs pulled out.”
“Are you worried for me, little Slyvia?” Elliot asked amused to receive an eye roll from her.
“Who are the elder councilmen?” Penny asked Damien once the council members had gone to stand away from them to discuss privately.
“They are as old as the law which has been placed for years after the council came into the picture. Some have died as they were old and some,” Damien raised his hand and ran it across his neck to tell that he had killed them so that the sibling wouldn’t hear him speak about it, “We have a few newbies who joined four to five years ago who think they are higher than the rest. They pass the important orders which are often not discussed out in the public, not even the council court.”
“How does one get into the council?” Penny asked, curious after meeting this woman who thought she was better than the rest, maybe except for Damien.
Damien who was looking at the council members speak, his eyes suddenly snapped to look at Penelope’s sudden interest in it, “They need to write exams to get through.”
“Written?” she continued to ask.
“Yes and no. There are two exams. One which is written and the second which is practical exams. If you have plans of entering it, forget it right now because it won’t be happening,” Damien’s response to her came out quick and sharp.
“What? Why not?” Penny looked at him with her eyebrows furrowed, her green eyes demanding an answer for his quick denial.
“Because I said so. Discussion closed,” Damien didn’t go to explain in detail and said, “I will be getting the priest or priestess to exorcise the bodies. Elliot, you can check if the parents have been informed,” he said noticing the parents of the deceased children hadn’t arrived yet.
Penny took a deep breath, staring at Damien as he left her with Sylvia in the cemetery.
His answer had been so quick that she hadn’t got the opportunity to ask more about it. She decided to bring the conversation up once they would reach the mansion. She could hear the councilman and councilman asking questions to the magistrate and it wasn’t difficult to know that he would be punished.
Everything was so twisted and connected with each other than helping and saving someone was difficult. It was evident that the man was in pain and he had done what he thought was best for his son but his son had died in the hands of the black witches who had promised to return his son back to him. Of course, they wouldn’t have specified in what condition.
When her eyes looked up to see the forest, there was something that rustled behind the trees and it was only one place where the leaves rustled while keeping the rest of the trees still that moved ever so gently only with the breeze of the wind. She didn’t know why but it made her feel like there was something there behind the trees but she couldn’t see anything from here. To walk and go there now would only put her in the spot where she was up to no good. Especially in front of the sibling council members.
Staying put, Penny continued to stare at the forest before it suddenly stopped still.
“Penelope?” Sylvia looked at her slightly worried, “Everything alright?” she asked her.
“Ah, yes,” Penny nodded and gave her an assuring smile. With the men gone and it was only the ladies here and she inquired, “What is up with the siblings and Lord Alexander? I thought the council members got along well with the Lords to be on their good side.”
Sylvia looked towards the siblings who were scaring the magistrate with their words who looked utterly distressed while Lord Alexander only heard what they spoke, chipping in a word or two only when it was necessary.
“Many of the councilmen and councilwomen don’t get along with the ways Lord Alexander deals with things here,” Sylvia’s voice was very quiet that came out like whisper so that no one could hear what she said, especially the siblings, “His ways are a little brash but they are very effective when it comes to dealing with people and keeping them in line. But while doing so, it affects some of the council people who are in the higher management who can’t get things done the way they want. Some who are corrupt. Lord Alexander’s ways of dealing and handling people end up cutting off their source of whatever it is. It makes people angry when they don’t get what they want. But there’s also because he is the son of a white witch.”
“Is it bad to be a white witch’s son?” a person had no control over who their parents were and with Sylvia’s words she was sure Alexander was doing a good job here, at least if one compared the land of Wovile. That land needed some damage control from the witches, thought Penny to herself, “Lady Isabelle was a good woman,” she reasoned.
Sylvia smiled over her words, “It doesn’t matter if a person is good or not. People are hypocritical in categorizing everything into one lump.”
Penny could only sigh over her words. People were truly not welcoming over the thought of having a witch help the people.
