Chapter 439: Identity crisis
The next day~~~
Nathaniel sat inside his cabin, looking at all the scripts and reports displayed in front of them with the help of the dean.
"Are you sure about it?" The dean asked, and Nathaniel hummed.
"I am. Rebecca Teresa Minerva, the previous queen of the witch world, I don’t think she is dead. According to what Azura said, the lady disappeared overnight and her body was never found. Even the witches that used to stay with her as her loyal maids disappeared overnight. Mysteriously, their bodies were found later on the hills in a very questionable condition,"
Nathaniel turned the pages of all the witch’s reports that were made about those maids who vanished and were found dead after a week.
"They were raped," The dean made a statement that froze Nathaniel in his place.
"Raped by the same gender," The dean said in a hushed whisper as if even he was having trouble believing it.
"What is written there? Give me the article. If the women were found dead, how exactly did they find out that they were raped? Females don’t have semen samples. What is the authenticity of this report?" Nathaniel walked to where Dean was standing and snatched the reports from his hand.
The dean looked at the prince who was working so hard for Elliana and pressed his lips into a thin line.
"Prince Nath, there was something I needed to talk to you about," The dean started.
"Not now, Dean. Can’t you see I am already buried in these loads of work?" Nath groaned before clicking his fingers to make a chair appear out of nowhere.