The black witcher was put in one of the rooms of the little dungeon of Quinn’s mansion. His hands and legs tied with his mouth still being stuffed with the cloth to stop him from committing suicide. It didn’t take them much time to know and understand that the other black witcher had killed himself to avoid them from torturing him when he realized that he was going to lose by the hands of the pureblooded vampire.
Penny and Damien stood in front of the man who was shackled. His form had not returned back to humans and still continued to look like a black witcher which he was.
“What are we going to do with him?” Penny asked Damien now that they had returned back to the mansion, “If we pull out the cloth there’s a possibility of him biting his tongue like the other,” she said staring at the witcher who stared back at her, his eyes looking wild with the slid eyes, struggling from the bounds which were of no use.
“We won’t be pulling out the cloth from his mouth,” Damien stated to receive looks from both of them, “I will make sure to beat and torture him enough where he will beg to speak,” the pureblooded vampire smiled, his eyes twinkling with his gaze on the bound man.
The witcher quickly moved away from where he was, going to the corner as if the pureblooded vampire would not be able to cross and come towards him.
“We need to keep him so that we know who is behind this. It is obvious they have come here looking for the massacre detail which is in your hand right now,” Damien only glanced at the sheet which was a normal article that didn’t speak about the massacre, magic or the witches. If it weren’t for Penelope being blood-related to Lady Isabelle, he would have never come to know that there was something more than what met his eyes, “I will need you to write down the rituals so that we can send it to the head council and the three Lords.”
“Three?” Weren’t there four lords for the four lands of the empire- Valerian, Mythweald, Wovile, and Bonelake.
Leaving the man behind who wouldn’t be able to escape, Damien walked her out where there was no one to listen to them,
“We know Alexander personally which makes it easier to trust him with the information. Lord Nicholas had something to do with Creed’s death and also he has been a close acquaintance with Leonard and Vivian Carmichael.
We have already been to Wovile which makes it easier for us to know that the Lord can be trusted which leaves us with one land that we recently didn’t step into.”
“But Mythweald is filled with humans. I have always heard how the witches and vampires are the least concentrated there compared to the other three lands,” it was also because Penny now knew that the witches had come from the north of Wovile and had started to spread down but she doubted that there were people in Mythweald who were into the black witch with black witches in there.
“Right now we are not sure about it. We don’t know if the human Lord can be trusted. Not to be rude but humans have the most fickle mind out of the three creatures that exist on the lands. You never know when what will happen as they will flip according to their favor,” explained Damien to her.
All these years the highest creatures dominating the four lands were the humans, witches and the vampires who were further divided into subcategories. Damien had spent enough time gathering information for the council to know how every single creature behaved according to time.
The human lord right now was a good man but Damien didn’t trust and give the information easily. He said, “It is true that the massacre has been hitting mostly Bonelake and Wovile after which comes Valeria, leaving Mythweald to be negligible but we don’t know if it is safe to give out what we found because if the witches find out that we are already on them who are trying to unbind the magic to get to all of us, we don’t know how bad hell is going to break loose after it.”
Penny nodded her head. Exhaling the air out of her mouth to say, “Okay. I will leave the witcher to your capable hands.”
“Don’t worry, I will have him talking in less than one hour. It shouldn’t be that long,” Damien’s voice came out to be bright and it had Penny wonder what he was going to do with the black witch who was tied, “Go on. I will be with you soon.”
Walking back into the mansion, Penny went to the room and took herself to the desk. Pulling out a fresh sheet of parchment, she started to write down what was written. Writing only the rituals while leaving out the part of another form of higher witch needed as a sacrifice to unbind the magic.
She made three copies of them, writing as neatly as possible before she folded them and placed it in the envelope. It had taken her less than twenty minutes to complete it. Putting the envelopes back in the drawer. She locked and left the room so that no one would ever come to find out. But there was something else she did before stepping out. Penny had put the sheet of paper they had found in Creed’s mansion into the fireplace to have it burned until there was nothing but ashes left of it. With this, no black witch would ever be able to track Alexander and he would be able to live peacefully.
Walking down the stairs Penny joined everyone for breakfast where everyone had taken their seats except for Damien who was still dealing with the black witch.
She was glad to see her aunt who had taken a seat but was sitting a seat away from Maggie and the rest of them. Walking around the table, Penny went and sat next to her aunt.
“Good morning, Penelope. It is good to see you finally back home,” Lady Maggie greeted her politely at the table.
