Chapter 130: Black witches
"Erm... are you still with me?" Lin called, snapping Belle from her thoughts. She blinked and turned back toward him.
"I see you are new here. Would you care to sit and talk, or shall we walk as I show you around the witches’ world?" He inquired.
Belle did not hesitate. "Let us walk around," she replied eagerly, the prospect of exploring too enticing to refuse.
There was no telling when the vampires might arrive, it could be this very moment or tomorrow so she knew better than to waste an opportunity. Besides, she would likely be separated from Ezekiel for several days. She ought to make the most of their time together.
"We shall get a basket for him at the market. I trust you can manage until then?" Lin said, handing the baby back to her.
Belle, who did not find Ezekiel heavy in the least, merely nodded. She saw no reason to object to Lin’s plans, given that he was now the babysitter.
As they strolled through the kingdom, Belle could not help but take note of the striking imbalance in the population. For every street they passed, she counted perhaps two or three men amidst a sea of women—fifty or more at a time. She had always known witches to be female, yet she had not realized just how few wizards existed.
"Has it always been like this?" She asked, her curiosity piqued.
Lin chuckled, understanding what she meant. "Oh, indeed. The first witch was a woman, and she possessed immense power, the greatest of all. She wielded the abilities of both a white witch and a black witch. But, in order to reproduce, she was forced to mate with a human, and she bore only daughters. Those daughters in turn bore more daughters, and so it continued. Strangely, only one in every hundred births results in a male witch. It is exceedingly rare. That is why the witches’ world has always been dominated by women."