Chapter 264: New Pact!
"But you know better than me where the truth would lead me if I investigated the death of my family." Olivia narrowed her eyes and fury danced in them.
She knew that Olivia did not try it. But she could feel the oppression. If she was feeling the aura so strongly when she was the strongest witch here as her position as head priestess. How much the other witches would be suffering. She looked around only to see their faces covered with sweat and fear.
"You did not know anything, so do not accuse us falsely." It was hard to speak, but the media still showed strength. The responsibility of the coven lies on her shoulders. She could not be weak in front of an enemy.
"You know better if I am accusing falsely or stating the truth." Olivia sneered. The pressure increased again and Media’s back dranced into cold sweat. Meridia did not react immediately to Olivia’s pointed words about her mother’s death. Her face remained unreadable. She knew if she argued with Olivia, many would kneel on the ground and it would prove to Olivia that they did not have the strength to stand in front of her.
her eyes narrowed slightly, but her voice, when it came, was devoid of emotion.
"And what exactly is it that you propose in this so-called negotiation?" Olivia sneered when the Media did not have the courage to continue the discussion. She knew the witches were hiding something. But she was not here to know the truth. She was here to save lives even if it burns her soul. One day, she would come to know about the trust behind her parent’s death too.
Olivia clenched her fists behind her back to hide the fury coiling in her chest. Her voice remained calm. "I only want one thing. No more deaths. the witches would never attack the humans again. No more raids or bloodshed. If anyone crosses that line..." her gaze swept across the circle of faces, "I will protect the humans. Even if it means killing more of my own kind. And at that time, I hope none of you would accuse me for being too ruthless."
The air split with outrage. A dozen witches stood abruptly, ignoring thep pain they have been feeling for a while. Olivia might be stronger but they have not learnt to bow down. Even if they die, they would die with their head held high. Their magic crackled in their palms as they glared at Olivia collectively. Their voices rose like a storm.
"Traitor!"