Trinity the last White Witch - Chapter 58

[Trinity’s POV]

“What have you found?” I asked Michael when he strode towards me with a grim face.

“Something is odd about his mansion. The once lively place suddenly turned quiet. The servants and guards gossiped about a witch that was going to be burned to the stakes tomorrow.”

A witch?

Now that is something you don’t see every day.

“And the Earl?” I inquired.

“I don’t know if we could have an audience with him. The Earl hadn’t been himself since two months ago, and he refused any visits. Some say that he was busy with the wedding preparation for his only daughter to the son of Earl Perlington.”

I paused to think for a moment. This was a fairly peaceful town, with most of the livelihood centered on trade. It was a small town with a friendly neighborhood and beautiful scenery with lakes and all sorts of flowers growing here and there. It was a popular destination for nobles if they wanted a vacation or just wanted to unwind.

I didn’t hear much about what was going on at this time, but I did recall that there was news that Earl Roselake’s daughter married the son of Earl Perlington. The Lord of Pearl Town.

“Hmm . . . If we can’t get an audience, then we will just have to sneak into the mansion and have a little talk with him,” I said and looked at Michael. “How’s the guards and security?

I didn’t have to worry about those stuff if I was alone, but since Michael and Ric would be coming with me, I couldn’t just shapeshift into a mouse and leave them behind.

Michael was the key to getting Earl Roselake on our side, and we’ve been staying here for almost two days to plan an audience with him without much success.

“Ric can take care of the guards, and you don’t have to worry. I already contacted one of the maids inside to let us in.” Michael beamed a dimpled smile, and I wanted to roll my eyes.

“Using your charms, I bet?”

Michael shrugged. “It’s my greatest weapon.”

“Alright, let’s go. We don’t have time to dally here.” We have to get Earl Roselake on our side and have him arrange an audience with Prince Zen in Venezia in time for the Spring Harvest, which the Prince attended every year.

“What about Dorothy?” Michael asked.

“She’s just going to be a hindrance.” Dorothy was still new about this stuff, and she could hardly defend herself. “The three of us will be enough.”

Michael and I got out of the woods and trailed the bushes and the hidden paths towards the mansion. After many twists and turns, we arrived at the back door inside the Earl’s estate, where Ric was already waiting for us.

This area was usually where the supplies were delivered, like food. It was exclusive only to the kitchen stuff, and not many know about this place except the merchants delivering food and the kitchen servant of the mansion.

Michael gestured with his hand to stay quiet while I propped myself beside the door and readied my sleep power.

Michael placed his ears on the wooden panel and knocked low in patterns.

Within seconds, the door opened and came out a young lady with eager eyes and a flushing face.

“I thought you’d never come,” she said, eyes on Michael’s smiling face, but when she saw Ric behind his back, her smile dropped. “Who’s this?”

Before she could utter another word, I blew the powder on her face, and she fell asleep in an instant on Michael’s arms.

“Sorry, love. We’ll promise to be quick,” Michael said and pulled the young woman inside the storage and hid her behind the large barrels of food before he put on his hood and wore his mask.

We didn’t have to worry about the young maid, for I made sure to put a simple spell on her together with the sleeping powder. She’d wake up with no memory of this event.

“Watch the gate and alert us if anyone approaches,” I said, and Ric just nodded.

I like him. He doesn’t say much and just follows orders without question.

Michael and I went inside and navigated our way through the mazes of corridors. We’ve already bought a copy of the mansion’s layout from one of Ric’s contact, and right now, Michael was holding it in one hand while his eyes were on alert for any possible guards roaming the hallway.

I only wish that the layout was up to date.

But to my confusion, the hallway was empty, and as we neared the main estate, all the fine hairs in my body rose.

“Stop.”

Michael skidded to a stop and looked over his shoulder. The paleness and sweat on my skin were enough for his handsome face to turn into a scowl.

“What’s wrong?”

I didn’t answer. I held myself when the cold bit every bone in my body. There was something ominous about this place. I could feel it. Sensed it.

A thick dark air invincible in the naked eyes swirled in the hallway, and it was coming from one of the rooms in the main estate.

“This is . . .” I was sure of it . . . it was black magic.

A witch?

My heart pounded hard against my chest, and Michael held my shoulder when I swayed from the stench emitting from one of the rooms. It was nauseating, and I think I’m going to puke from the rotten smell.

“What’s wrong, Trinity?” Michael wasn’t smiling now. His face was full of worry while his grip on my shoulder tightened.

He couldn’t see it nor smell it.

“Dark magic,” I rasped, and his face crumpled in confusion.

“Dark Magic?”

I nodded, and it was strong too. How many souls have been sacrificed for the witch to acquire this much power?

The leisure trip of seeing the Earl had turned troublesome. Why was a witch staying in here?

“You mean . . . there’s a witch in here?”

I nodded, and Michael’s face turned severe.

I didn’t wait for his next words and marched towards the room where the dark smog was so thick it stung my eyes.

“Trinity,” Michael called in a hushed tone. His eyes widened when he realized whose door I was going to open.

Using my knife, I unlocked the door and opened it. The dark fog was so thick in the room that it was hard to focus on the person’s face sitting in front of the dresser.

“That’s . . .” Michael gasped, “Nadia Roselake.”

The daughter of the Earl was what Michael saw. But as for me, my sight took in a young woman with black hair and piercing eyes with freckles doting over his ashen skin.

It was definitely not the daughter of the Earl.

“Who are you?”