Penny who had only been standing out to step inside made up a quick lie, “I came here to supervise the church by Damien’s words,” she could always lie in the name of Damien as she knew Damien would go along with it without a question. She had forgotten that even though everyone in this room knew that she was a white witch, to the rest of the outside world, she was a plain human who had enticed a pureblooded vampire after being bought as a slave.
“You need the council’s order. Do you have the parchment for it for assurance that it was from the council and has been approved?” Evelyn asked the woman, looking down on Penny as she was not a councilwoman.
But Penny was already well versed in the little time she had spent here and in Valeria on how the council worked. She often asked Damien and he told her about what was going on in the council and how things worked there in the beginning when she was still thinking about taking part in the examination.
“It is a special case. I am sure you have heard about extending work for the non-council members. I wanted to be useful and help in the work as he has been busy. You know how difficult it gets when two are in a relationship and the other is busy with work,” Penny was insinuating to the vampiress while also letting others know about her and Damien’s relationship so that she wouldn’t cross the line by doing what she did in Valeria.
Evelyn stared at the human girl with green eyes, wanting to rip those eyes off her face with the way she looked at her.
The councilman who had come with her placed the flasks that he carried from the priest’s room. With other matters on hand, the man called, “Father Antonio, could you tell us what these are?” Father Antonio stepped forward from the crowd, his long church clothes barely sweeping the surface of the ground and his coif sitting on his head.
“Those are nothing at all,” he answered, his voice calm and quiet in the room.
“If it wasn’t nothing you wouldn’t be labeling them with numbers. Not to forget the book we found and what you have written down there.”
“That’s barely one page from the past,” Father Antonio replied to the man’s comments. The white witcher never left trails behind, he had been cleaning up every single detail he had found to only memorize it deep in his mind so that it couldn’t be misused.
What Penny didn’t understand was why there were laws where the requests had to be run through the council before they approved and assigned work. Lord Herbert had asked the witch directly because he wanted to keep his land safe by creating the witch’s potion while here the father was also working on something that was told to be stopped.
Evelyn, who was still staring at Penny, shifted her eyes to look at Father Antonio, “You and I are both aware that the creation for the truth potion was banned right before it could commence properly for the witches to work on it. Why are you working on it?” she asked him.
The man offered her a smile, “It spoke about distribution, councilwoman. White witches have the habit to create and test so that the council can later make use of it.”
“The terms have been stated in the edict of one hundred and nine that no witch shall create a potion without prior approval,” Evelyn stared at him with her dark red eyes, “You have created a felony, or in simpler terms a mistake which we cannot overlook for what you have done. One person starts with it and the other will come to follow. Do you understand what I mean?”
Penny frowned when the man with grey hair nodded his head.
She stepped into the conversation by saying, “The potion hasn’t even turned to the expected result. A vampire might not know how it works because they don’t work with potions but if you look at them, you will see that one liquid can be turned to something else. Am I right, Sister Jera?” Penny asked the young girl whose eyes widened and she agreed to it immediately.
“The way you speak it looks as if you were a witch too. I think we should test it out,” Evelyn has her doubts now on who Penelope was. She didn’t appear to be a simple girl and there must be more than what met her eyes as she had entrapped Damien under her spell. A man who didn’t associate himself with the lower beings, he had willingly taken a slave from the dirty place of the establishment.
Penny didn’t drop her gaze and said, “One doesn’t need to be a witch to know about it. Maybe if you spent your time here you would blame the people less.”
The vampiress looked irked with the way Penny had phrased her words as if Evelyn hadn’t been keeping an eye on her work and people, “Don’t try to wiggle your way out. Give the bottle,” she said moving her hand up to open her palm.
The councilman pulled out a bottle from his pocket and placed it on the woman’s hand. Evelyn walked to where Penny stood and the other white witches gave her way by stepping back and away from them,
Penny noticed the way the councilwoman looked confident. Like she had found a grave mistake from Penelope and was going to drag her to the pits of hell.
“I thought there was something about you that I couldn’t place my finger on but if you really are a witch, you better say goodbye to the people you know. I will finish you here before you can even look at the sky again,” the threat in Evelyn’s voice was evident as she spoke standing in front of Penny.
“You have trust issues don’t you?” Penny asked the woman with a smile on her face, “Please go ahead,” she welcomed the woman with not a single speck of fear in her eyes.
Evelyn, who had made a background check when it came to Penelope had found out on how she had been sold and how her parents had passed. Another information being how she was an excellent actress and everyone knew how an actor and actress lied with ease.
