This was someone who she had least expected to see in the land of Bonelake, less to see where she would be. What was Evelyn doing here? Asked Penny to herself. The woman lived in Valeria and not here. She wondered if it was because of council work she had come here.
Her clothes were something similar to what Penny wore. Wearing pants and a shirt with guns that sat on both sides of her h.i.p.s. The councilwoman continued to walk down the aisle, her shoulders proud and behind her was a fairly young man who appeared to be of her age. It was for council work, Penny concluded and when the woman came down, she barely bothered to look at Penelope who was seated with her body that turned around until she met Father Antonio who stood at the chapel.
“Good evening, councilwoman,” Father Antonio greeted and the woman bowed her head as if she were taking the whispered blessings before standing up straight.
“Father Antonio, we are under orders to look through the church. Reports have been received on how unethical things have been going in in this place,” said Evelyn, her sharp red eyes staring at the white witch who looked at her with a confused look in his eyes.
“Unethical? As far as I remember there hasn’t been anything like that happening over my watchful eyes.”
Evelyn pulled out a scroll, handing it to him and while he was unfolded the paper to read it, the vampiress said, “Then it would be right to say that if we do find something that is following up the records then you are completely responsible for it as it is under your protection.”
The white witcher read the contents that was written in the parchment, his expression staying the same without a change in there when he said, “Yes, that is what I believe.”
“Believe is a vague word in here, father. We will need to scout and check the entire church. You don’t mind us doing it now, do you?” Before the man could even answer, Evelyn walked towards the door along with the other vampire who had accompanied her in here.
Penny, who heard the short conversation, stood up when the vampiress and vampire disappeared behind the door and she went to where the white witcher stood.
“What was written in the scroll?” Penny asked him.
Father Antonio stared hard at the door to say, “That we are creating poisons and other weapons to revolt against the pureblooded vampires.”
She frowned hearing this, “But what we have been creating is for the deranged vampires.”
It was a recent assignment that was given down by the council itself as this church was under the jurisdiction of the council where the white witches worked for them. Lately, the number of deranged vampires along with humans who were getting similarly corrupted by the witch’s potion, they were going insane in Wovile. It wasn’t the first time that the witches had tried to convert the humans to their side. The thought they carried was if the vampires could do it so could the witches which turned the humans to a bunch of scapegoats.
“The council is already aware of the potion and bullets being created right?” Penny asked, knowing if the council knew about it then there was no problem.
“No, it was a special case,” Father Antonio’s speech had turned dry out of worry, “When you get a special case, it is given out directly from the head council or the Lord’s of the four lands to maintain complete secrecy about it. The case is so, so that people don’t whisper it out for others to know and we are trying to create a bullet for pureblooded vampires. Though it isn’t poison, it is enough to have the night creatures freeze until the bullet is taken out by another person.”
Oh, great, thought Penny to herself.
“How many special cases are being assigned here right now?” she asked him in a whisper.
“Two more apart from this. Let me give you the information quickly,” he said taking her to the side so that even if the council members returned back with a bang they would be able to hear what he had to tell Penelope, “The other two assignments are- one which Lord Wovile asked to create a potion to kill the white witches who are in the intermediate stage between being a white and a black witch.”
“Why?” Penny interrupted him. Even though the witches were going to transition, they were still white witches who hadn’t turned to a complete black witch yet.
“The Lord,” he whispered to her, “He told me that black witches don’t have access to the forbidden magic, unlike the white witches. There have been some black witches who have been abducting the witches in the transition to make use of their powers to unlock the unbinds over the lost magic. Wovile has turned bad with the number of witches being concentrated in there.”
“He doesn’t want other white witches to fall prey over it as they are already losing it but,” Penny paused, her lips pursing to part and say, “Some of the witches here are going under transition already. You and Jera,” said Penny looking into Father Antonio’s eyes unblinkingly.
The man didn’t respond to it. Penny didn’t know why he was creating something so far dangerous that could kill him and the people whom he knew.
Ignoring that last words of Penny, the white witcher then said, “There’s another potion which I have been trying to create by myself. It is a truth-speaking potion that was once closed by the council decades ago. They were too scared to have something like that being brought into the world. I have been working on it for the past six years,” six years was long, thought Penny to herself, “How good are you when it comes to sneaking in and out of a place?” he asked her.
Penny who for two seconds had turned to look at the multicolored window turned her head back to look at the man.
“I can try,” she responded to receive a nod. She wanted to help him as she believed the potions would come to be helpful even if the council thought otherwise.
“You know where my room is right? Go to the next room after it. I need you to go get a liquid-like flask from there. I will go get the potion for the witches in the meantime. Don’t get caught.”
