Chapter 134: Never Trust A Witch... A Live Witch, At Least
"Then why did you tell the knight about the princess?"
Yuraon offered Bjarna a menacing look, his voice growing colder with each uttered word, whereas the witch’s reply became more timid as she nearly sobbed,
"I cannot control it, young King, I’m sorry... Sarith, the Chief Paladin of the Holy Church, has control over me, over all the witches he has managed to catch... We are in his grasp, I swear! I have to tell him everything or else he will strip me of my powers... I’m sorry, I hate to do this to Ahspid again but I can’t... I’m sorry..."
"Sarith, huh... The Chief Paladin... I’ve heard of him before. What an unfortunate turn of events."
Yuraon removed his hand from the woman’s neck and took a step back, giving Bjarna some space to restore her breathing and calm down. Pressing her own hands against her throat, the witch shot the King a concerned, yet still somewhat frightened glare, and warned him,
"If the knight gets to the Holy Church, there will be nothing left to do. It is the law... He will have to return to the Capital and the princess will have to come with him. Sooner or later, Sarith catches everyone."
"You stupid bitch... Run, go back to the forest, and bury yourself there. I hope the burden of your witchcraft will eat you alive before I come back for you."
The king rushed away from the shadows, hailing a coach to get back to the hotel. Bjarna, still struggling to soothe her racing heart, leaned against the cold wall, and closed her eyes once more, allowing the hot tears to wash over her face as if it were possible for them to wash away her pain as well.
Ironically, her heart calmed down... as a cold, sharp blade went right through it.