Trinity the last White Witch - Chapter 63

[Dorothy’s POV]

The daughter of the Earl?

She was definitely not.

No offense, but her appearance was far beyond noble. I mean, there wasn’t a noblewoman I saw who looked like a commoner and so ordinary that people forget her face the moment they stop looking.

I definitely would not have believed her if a witch hadn’t transformed me.

. . . Okay, not transformed but more like an accidental transformation.

But anyway. If she was telling the truth and her words weren’t coming from a delusional woman, I think I have to save her.

Or something . . .

I cleared my throat and asked with puckering lips, “What did she do?”

The fat lady beside me didn’t even spare me a glance as her love for gossip shone through her mouth. “She was spreading rumors that Lady Roselake stole her appearance and that the daughter of the Earl is a fake posing as her and whatnot.”

“Huh?”

“Exactly. That girl is delusional. We often see her selling herbs and flowers in the alleyways. She probably snapped and lost it.”

“So she isn’t a witch but just a delusional girl?”

The woman shook her head. “She’s definitely a witch.”

“How so?”

“The Earl declared that she is. They found her snooping inside their mason one time, and everyone wondered how she got in with the tight security.”

“But if she really was what she claimed to be, it does make sense that she knows the ins and out of the estate, no?”

“. . .” The fat woman finally looked my way with a frown on her face. “If the Earl and the Church said that she’s a witch, then she is a witch. Earl Roselake is a kind and fair man, whereas the Church has the Saintess guiding them to help the people. There’s no reason for us to doubt their words.”

” . . .” My lips pressed tight.

NO reason?

I didn’t notice it before because I was not exposed to this kind of stuff in my small world in the village. As long as I could buy makeup and meet Michael every once and a while, I didn’t care about anything else.

But now . . .

Isn’t this line of thinking dangerous?

If some powers or the Church suddenly branded you a witch, then you’d be burned on the stakes even without evidence.

That young woman wasn’t even caught using potions or chanting spells. She was caught because she sneaked inside a mansion that she probably knew the layout of because she lived there.

Actually, I wouldn’t stick my nose into these kinds of stuff. But since the name Roselake concerned Michael and me. . . okay, and Trinity too . . . maybe I should save that girl and hope that she was indeed what she claimed to be and not just someone who had gone crazy out of poverty and harshness of life.

But how am I going to do that exactly?

I couldn’t just shout at everybody to release her or spread words that she was innocent. If I did, I was sure that they were going to label me as her accomplice and execute me too.

There were also a lot of eyes on the street, and guards were stationed at every corner. These were the times that I wished I had supernatural powers like Trinity or had incredible fighting skills like Ric and Michael.

*sigh . . . alas. I was just an ordinary, above average, beautiful lady that only knew how to dress herself.

I pulled my elbow when someone was tugging my sleeves.

“Go away. I don’t have money,” I snapped at the beggar when she was still pulling my dress.

I needed to think of ways on how to rescue that girl, and the beggar was disrupting my thoughts.

“Dorothy!” she hissed.

My attention span on the beggar and I was caught off guard by her snowflakes crystal irises.

“T-Trinity?”

She rolled her eyes. “Who else would know your name in here?”

I blinked before my eyes went wide. “You’ve changed your appea–ump!”

She stretched her hand and plugged my mouth with her palms. “Not so loud, idiot.” she hushed.

She let go of me, and her gaze went to the show on the stage. She was sporting a brunette hair now, and her face was still filled with warts and pimples. Her nose was pointy than her usual one. She was donned on a muddy color dress, and no one would think otherwise that she wasn’t a beggar on the streets.

I was amazed at how a simple hair color and added nose could change her appearance totally that I didn’t recognize her.

I shifted left and right before I whispered in her hears, “Where’s Michael? How did it go last night?”

“Not here. I will tell you the details about it later. For now, we have to get that girl out of that pole.”

“. . .” My face brightened. “So she isn’t a witch?”

“Hush. One more word out of you, and I’ll turn you into a goat,” she threatened.

That didn’t put me in a bad mood. I was feeling proud of myself that I was right for once.

See. I had a knock for these spying things.

“How are you going to get her out?” I asked in a low voice.

“Keep talking to me, and you’ll give our cover away,” she said instead, not making any eye contact with me like I was invincible.

I did realize that a beautiful lady like me who wore an expensive dress and jewelry wouldn’t talk to a beggar.

But I couldn’t help it. I needed to know that Michael was alright.

“Get your things ready and meet me here when the rain falls,” Trinity whispered.

“Rain?” I looked over the sky.

It was clear as day. How on earth was it going to rain?

I looked at her suspiciously, but she only returned my confusion with a glare of her own.

I sighed an audible breath and dragged my body back to the inn to pack our things.

I was back to being her assistant again.

I’d like to think of myself as her assistant rather than her servant at this point.

One day, I would prove to her that I could be a spy! More than just a pretty face.

. . . Come to think of it, does she have anything to make me strong in an instant? Like a potion to enhance my speed and strength and such?

Why haven’t I asked that before?

RuUmbLe!