The witch thought I am a Demon God

Ivita was led into the tent by merchant Jackson, where a collection of ornate items was sitting amongst a group of naked women and a large velvet mattress. The air was laden with a decadent scent.

The Old Witch rolled her eyes. "Such is the nature of the people of the slave city-states; unlike the inhabitants of the Magic Black Forest, these are weak individuals who have succumbed to their own desires."

Seemingly deep in thought, Ivita realized this was probably typical of the people residing in the Atlas Mountain Range region. They lived a rather liberated lifestyle.

Jackson pretended not to hear her.

He dragged out an iron box from a corner and unlocked it with a key he had on his person. Within it was an array of random items. He scrupulously rummaged through them, producing a piece of rope, a hand-sized mirror, a mushroom, and a parchment of sheepskin.

"These are goods I managed to pilfer from the Candy House," Jackson revealed. "However, to be honest, the only thing I actually understand is the rope; the functionalities of the other three items remain undiscoverable to me, even after twenty or so years."

"Although, I have managed to infer some of the uses of this mirror."

He cleared a wooden table of its occupancies and arranged the four items on top of it.

Ivita beckoned the Old Witch, addressing her as the Hearthstone Grand Witch, "Take a look at these four objects."

The Hearthstone Witch gave them a cursory look. "A strong black magic clings to this rope."

"This mirror...my goodness, we are fortunate indeed. This mirror inherently possesses a potent black magic, you see..."