Her memories were finally returning back to her and she couldn’t tell how happy she was for the very first time where her dreams did not hold the abusive relationship between her mother and her. Though at the end of her sight what she had seen had ended with her mother erasing everything again, she was now happy because she remembered it now.
Penny’s mother was the worst role-model as a mother and if there was someone who she had come to admire, it was the white witch who was related to her.
She felt Damien’s hand brush against hers, “How sad that I couldn’t recognize her when she came in front of him. I think now I can deduce the smile she carried the last time we crossed paths,” said Damien and this time it was Penny who moved her hand in a way she could squeeze his hand.
“She must have known that you are close with Alexander and therefore put a charm on you,” she said before continuing to speak, “I think when I spoke to her, I didn’t know how to read the scripts written. Now that I think about it, it was more than what she said that day. The writing on the walls read as – Help will come to the ones who seek sincerely.”
Damien smiled looking at her, “I can tell that in time you will surpass Aunt Isabelle.”
“I don’t think I am that great,” Penny smiled with her lips closed, a sheepish one as she looked at him.
“I think you are plenty great in my eyes. If you surpass further you might turn to a goddess. It worries me that I won’t be able to see you then,” Penny didn’t have to ask him to deduce what he meant by it. His words had been put subtlety without giving out much that he was worried about her. If she would turn to a goddess in the eyes of people, there would be that much more harm where people would want to kill her.
Penny slid her hands around his waist. Her head settling on his chest to say, “In your presence, I doubt anything bad will ever happen to me. I know you will be there so that nothing ever ill comes to befall on me.”
Damien held her in his arms, kissing the top of her head. It wasn’t that Damien was out of worry. Obstacles would always be there and they would need to face it together.
“What are we going to do about my mother?” Penny asked him, “Caitlin told my mother had a brother. A younger one. We don’t know where to track him or her right now.”
“I don’t think it is too difficult to track them. Do you know how you bring out ants? You bait them. One starts and the other trails until all will form a line right behind each other.”
“I don’t understand,” Penny said, gently moving away from Damien’s embrace to tip her chin up so that she could look at him.
“The witch hunters have already been sent but there have been some recent reports that came from one of the towns. One of the councilmen spotted the black witch and the witch hunter boarding the carriage together,” said Damien to her.
“At first, it was reported to be misinformation because at that time Creed was the one who was looking after the witch hunters and giving them orders. The people who used to work for Creed in the early stage had moved and scattered to different places.”
“You’re telling me that the witch hunters and the black witches are now working together? But why would they do that? Everyone knows how black witches are selfish and what they have done so far,” Penny reasoned out with Damien.
“You and I know it but not everyone looks at things the same way as we do. People are brought up differently in different circ.u.mstances by which their brain is washed with different things which is later fed with lies,” Damien moved from the bed, walking towards the drawer to pull out an envelope which held letters in it, “This is a piece of crucial information which was sent to me by one of the councilmen who lives in Bonelake.”
Penny took hold of the envelope and pulled out the parchment sheets in it. Turning it around, she read what was in it.
“It speaks about abduction of witches,” Penny’s eyebrows furrowed deeply as the events were listed out, “It happened between the borders of the East and South Empire.”
“Hmm,” Damien hummed, who had read through the letters once they had returned back. The butler was the one who had been holding on to it while waiting for Master Damien’s return, “The problem now is no one can be trusted. The few black witches who are good cannot be counted and the witch hunters who are supposed to be cleaning the mess are going to create a further mess. Though I doubt everyone is involved here, a majority have started to move into Wovile, Bonelake, and Mythweald. After all, we did create a radar in Valeria. Witches won’t make their presence known any time soon.”
Penny had continued to read while Damien was explaining to her the gist of it, “Councilman Creed had a daughter?” she asked him after reading the information in it.
“An adopted child. I doubt I or anyone ever saw him bringing the girl to any celebrative parties or normal tea parties. She is human. Mila Creed who took upon the councilman’s last name before turning to a witch hunter,” answered Damien to her, taking a seat and saying, “What is here right now, it speaks that the woman is leading a mixed group of black witches and witch hunters.”
“Are these the people who are creating the massacre then?”
She saw him shake his head over her words, “No. If it was Mila’s group, the girl who was raised by Creed then the massacre would have stopped right after his death. Even the ambush that has been taking place in other cities would come to seize to exist but this has not been the case. If I am not wrong, things have only turned grey and will turn to the worse side.”
“My mother is part of it too. We need to find the list and see what else is there that can be stopped before they try something.”
