Chapter 65: CHAPTER 65 AUDIENCE TO THE WITCH QUEEN

The events a while ago were damn hectic.

After I see the bunch of paladins off, I immediately ask Mereoleona to help our guys escape, that includes the lion cub and the birdy. I learn from her that someone by the name of ‘Dorothy’ wants to cooperate with us, and also wants to escape the Witches’ Forest.

I leave Mereoleona for her to decide what she should do.

While my pals are escaping, I immediately go my way to the ‘tower’ where the Witch Queen is keeping her most important captive. I was planning to take her hostage, but I was thinking too highly of myself. What was I thinking? I was technically zero in mana. Well, I pride myself in terms of my eloquence.

Now, that brings me to my current situation.

I am currently standing on my own two feet. I definitely am not suffering from any wounds or injuries. But hell, I am in pain!

“AAAAAAAGH!”

I scream at the top of my lungs hoping to reduce the bit of pain assaulting my very nerve endings. Red literally colors the veins pulsating visibly in my skin. I am just happy, it isn’t blue.

Red is a healthy color, I optimistically tell myself that.

In the throne room, I painfully stand in my place as if I were a statue.

Carrying a paper fan in her palm, the Witch Queen gazes at me with prying interest.

“The only reason I haven’t impaled you to a cross yet is that... you got me curious. What in tarnation possessed you of thinking to take hostage my precious captive? It was baffling... Yet, you amuse me...”

The Witch Queen with an unmoving expression sits on her throne. Her regal bearing suffocates me, not to mention the flawless white skin peeking under her torn gown. Her majesty must have had a brutal fight with that Cristopher guy.

“Your queenliness, I am here to offer you an irresistible deal.”

The Witch Queen swings her fan. I cannot even feel any fluctuation in the air but I feel my left arm being cut. My left arm flies into the distance. Weirdly enough, blood didn’t flow from my now-created stump.

The only reminder that my arm was really cut and severed was the unimaginable pain coursing through my nerves.

“You puny little man. You didn’t answer my question. Tell me, what is it that you’ll gain by taking hostage what is precious to me?”

I scoff at her rather ironic words. “Precious? Never thought you’d call your daughter precious if you plan on putting her into a cage.”

The Witch Queen snaps her fingers and instantly, I feel my stump itching. All too abruptly, my stump grows into a bloody spectacle, turning into the very arm I once had. Good as new!

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“I am a fair ruler, now that you have answered my question, I have rewarded you. Careful not to irk me, lest you lost not just a limb or two… That aside, how did you come to the conclusion that the ‘captive’ we speak of is really my daughter? While it is true she is precious to me, news of 'my' daughter is not something anyone would just know.”

I can’t believe this woman. Queen or not, now that I am speaking to her face to face, I realize she is really quite a psycho.

“Isn’t that obvious? While I wasn’t able to hold a candle against you, I was still able to take a glimpse of your captive. I’d be honest, one look and I could tell the two of you shares strong resemblances with each other.”

“Acceptable enough, but intuition tells me, there is a different reason as to how you discerned our mother-daughter relationship.”

“…”

I shut up in silence. The Witch Queen’s strength is beyond my expectations. This makes me curious about the other apostles whom I believe the Witch Queen fought against.

The Witch Queen folds her fan and gives me an eerie smile.

“I won’t pry. Your lies are exposed to me, yet I cannot find it in myself to learn the truth. I fear that whatever ‘secret’ it is you are hiding, will have irreversible effects on my fate. I cannot have that…”

Somehow, I feel the Witch Queen becoming amiable to me. This is my chance.

“Your queenliness, I’d like to offer a trade. I assure you, you won’t regret it. I have to warn you however, this trade will be unfair, you’d think I might be scamming you. In fact, you might just off me the moment I finish speaking my piece.”

“Curious,” The Witch Queen’s eerie smile vanishes at that instant. “Before you speak your piece, I also have a warning for you. I can read fate. I can deduce the effects of the cause. Try anything funny, and you are dead.”

My inner sarcasm is calling to me.

“Fate? That’s funny, your majesty. Blood magic doesn’t really dabble in fate. No matter what genius you possess, the best you can do is derive a foresight spell in by no means will still pale in comparison with the real deal.

“I bet you can see the future, but with the limitations intact, you are left with unsatisfying results that one day you’d have no choice but to accept. I am here to offer you an answer.

“I know of the only method that will allow your dear daughter to awaken and strengthen her magic. Stewing in her lonesomeness in that cage won’t help her. That lass needs to find her own path so that her magic can take form…”

The Witch Queen opens her fan and covers her facial expression. With her fan over her lips, I can only see her soul-piercing eyes weighing over me. Though she is of advanced age, the Witch Queen still retains her youthful beauty.

“You know more than what I was expecting. Prove to me the credibility of your words.” The Witch Queen declares.

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