Trinity the last White Witch - Chapter 6

I took in Dorothy’s expression. Strands of envy were twisting her face. With a face like that, I couldn’t blame her. Ugly thorns would forever be clipped from the beautiful roses, and Michael would never look at her the way she looked at him.

That is, of course, if Magic wasn’t involved.

I licked my lips. With a simple spell and the right plants, I could charm that womanizer to be Dorothy’s slave for one day. Now that would definitely add color to my depressing world.

I wanted to see if I could change even the tiniest course of human fate. Would I make a ripple and disrupt the investable wheel of time? Or would my petty attempt to make myself laugh be regarded as nothing but a dot on the grand schemes of things?

My lips stretched in a grin. Shall we find out?

The Church made it clear that all non-humans were enemies, and all who harbored Magic beside the Saintess were heretics that should be burned on the stakes. If this weird phenomenon caught the Church’s ears . . .

I giggled at the thought. I forgot how many years it was that I enjoyed the mischief brought by my Magic. Being a Queen was all about responsibilities and conducting myself in front of the pureblood and partaking in serious discussion about the wars and the future of the vampires.

While in my younger years, I was nothing but a captive of the Church. Afraid to use my powers for fear of being burned in the stakes.

But right now . . . I could use vast arrays of Magic and counterspells. But the greatest Magic I hold was the knowledge of future events.

And besides . . . I really wanted to test my little theory. A one day of charm wouldn’t hurt anyone.

Tehehehehe . . .

“Trinity!”

My eyelids fluttered when Dorothy zoomed so close on my face.

“Hand me your gil! Quick! Michaels’s fish are about to sell out!”

I knew that it wasn’t about the fish and more of her wanting to catch his attention through money. But my dear Dorothy, the moment you hand your gil, he’ll forget even the basic color of the thickest blush you put on your cheeks.

“Michael’s fish are expensive. It’s already the price that we sold in the market town. Do you want another day of leftover food?”

“That’s not important! Leave everything to me! I’ll make sure to double––no! Triple our gil!”

My brow rose so high. How was she going to do that? I understand that she was desperate since this was one of the rare times that Michael made his presence. Most of the time, he was trading through towns or sailing on his boat with his father for days to catch fish.

I was curious how she would triple our gil, but mostly because I didn’t want to be poked by her pointy chin and couldn’t stand the eye-catching round rogue on her cheeks that I gave her my portion of gil.

Without offering thanks, Dorothy ran back to Michael’s boat, skipping as she went.

Though we didn’t get along, Dorothy was a refreshing sight for my eyes. She was one of the few who openly displayed her animosity towards me, and I preferred it that way.

In my time as Rhazien’s Queen, I took up little deceits, flattering when necessary, teasing when effective. It came to the point that even I couldn’t recognize my smile anymore.

I took in a deep breath. While Dorothy was busy fighting the other girls for Michael’s attention, I went through the other boats. I wasn’t an idiot to actually give all my gil to her. I made sure that I had another coin pouch with me in case I got robbed.

I was going to save it later when we went to Hamill town. I was planning to sate my taste buds for the years of serving it nothing but bland food and raw blood.

Though I was also thinking of buying something that could be a potential ingredient for the potion I’ll concoct later.

“Hmm . . .” I skimmed through the people and looked at the fishes. “Salmon, Mackerel, Tuna . . .”

My hunting for ingredients turned hunting for food as I bought each type of fish to roast later in town. I’ll pay a food stall to cook it for me~.

“Trinity!”

Dorothy appeared before me with a creepy smile on her face, and my heart almost leaped from my throat. She should really avoid applying white powder and red lipstick when the sun isn’t up. Rather, she should avoid going out at night. Period.

“Did Michael ask you out?” I asked and calmed my nerves.

Dorothy palmed her cheeks and shifted left and right. “Of course not. But our eyes meet! And he smiled at me!”

“Oh, really?” I was sure that he was looking more at the thick layers of your makeup and the bundles of money in your hands than anything else. “I hope he actually gets to speak with you.”

I turned to my feet and walked towards the dirt road while Dorothy was still on cloud nine as she carried the basket full of Michael’s fish. It was not even half of what we usually bought, but it was no longer my problem.

I’ll spend my gil on food in town in preparation for starvation later and tomorrow.

Come to think of it. I could just buy food from the money that old Bertud gave me every day and pretend there weren’t enough sales. At least if she starved us, my tummy was full.

That could work, but the old lady visits in the afternoon when the stalls were about to close to check the leftover fish and how much we earned, so it wasn’t really the best idea.

She’d know that I spent the money on other things, and I might not see the sun for a week if that happened.

Never mind . . . I only need to secure gils on the following days for my travel, and I’d be out from this town.

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