Trinity the last White Witch - Chapter 70

[Trinity’s POV]

With a steady drop of my blood on the grass, I offered it as compensation for the sprites’ help. And not for long, the grass swayed, and thick vines crawled to my feet.

A thick tangle of constricting vines erupted through the area and swarmed towards the Beast, wrapping its target in their grasp. The Beast’s cried in agony when the vines crushed its limbs and held it in place.

“NOW!” I shouted.

Ric and Michael didn’t waste the opportunity, and they each simultaneously attacked the Beast. Ric cut off the Beast’s head while Michael pierced its chest.

There was a crackling sound, and the brooch was destroyed. The Beast’s body cracked and crumpled before it shattered utterly, leaving only the beheaded Earl tumbling on the ground.

The vines retreated, and the rain washed away the blood . . . and for a time, silence lingered.

“Trinity!”

Dorothy’s panic voice woke me from my unconscious state. I think the sprites draw so much blood from me that I momentarily lost myself.

I ran towards the girls while Michael and Ric pushed the Rock away from Grimora.

She was dead.

And Nadia’s body couldn’t be repaired.

“Could you do something about it?” Michael asked. Though his voice didn’t contain any hope.

I shook my head. “The contract couldn’t be broken, and Vexana already claimed her soul.” I briefly glanced at the Earl. “Both their souls.”

“But can you fix her body?” Dorothy questioned, desperate.

Again, I shook my head. “I’m afraid her body is beyond repair. Even the Saintess couldn’t bring the dead back to life nor repair a severely injured body to top condition.”

“N-no way . . . Then what will happen to Nadia?” Dorothy looked over at Nadia, who was still in a state of a shock.

The girl’s eyes were hollow, and she wasn’t responding to anything. She must have lost consciousness due to fear and mental trauma.

“I’m afraid that her soul is stuck in Grimora’s body.”

“But . . .” Michael frowned. “You said that her body would deteriorate without its original soul.”

I took in a deep breath and nodded.

“N-no . . .” Dorothy’s chin crumpled. “Then what will happen to Nadia now . . . ?”

She stood to her feet and grabbed both my shoulders. “There must be away! You’re a witch! A powerful one. Surely you can do something about it!”

“. . .” I released a big breath and slapped her hand. “Didn’t you hear me? Even the Saintess, who is the greatest healer in GrimHeart, couldn’t bring a severely injured body back to its original state. Much less me. I can only do much. Unless, of course, if you’re one of the nonhumans who can regenerate your body back.”

Dorothy staggered backward. Her face was white, and her eyes were wide as they could stretched. “Does that mean . . . she’s going to die?”

“. . .”

“. . .”

“They still died despite everything that we did?” Dorothy didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

“We are not here to save anyone, to begin with,” I said coldly, “Being a hero is not why we came here.”

Dorothy was shocked. “Trinity . . . you . . .” she wiped her tears and glared at me. “Is being a witch required you to be so cold?”

“If you’re going to be emotional to every death, then right here right now, I want you to leave.”

Dorothy caught her tongue.

“I told you, didn’t I? This is a mission of life and death. Anything can happen, and if you’re scared or can’t stomach these kinds of situations, then it’s best if you leave now.”

“. . .”

“. . .”

Dorothy was quiet before she spoke. Her eyes were shaking while her voice was a tad bit forced. “I’ll stay.”

I was actually surprised to know that she cared. She barely knew the young girl, and they argued most of the time. Besides, the years I knew her, she didn’t care about anyone but herself.

Did I misjudge her?

“. . . Then quickly learn the ropes,” I said and looked over the horizon and sighed.

Originally, we came here for Earl Roselake. But something like this happened. He died and if this significantly impacted the future of this world . . .

I tried to recall my memories.

In the past, Earl Roselake was a kind amiable man, who became a great supporter of Prince Zen. But maybe it was all just a front? Maybe he desired power and riches, which was why he allied himself to the crown. Because the nobles paid more handsomely than the church.

“What are we going to do with her?” Michael asked pity in his voice for the young girl.

“It’s best if I erase her memories and drop her in a faraway village,” I said and closed Nadia’s eyes. “I think it’s better if she doesn’t remember anything at all and live the few remainders of her life in peace.”

I was more worried about the consequences of what I did in future events.

“. . .”

“. . .”

“Let’s go. Soldiers are gonna be here soon.” Ric carried Nadia in his arms and led the way out of the estate.

“What about the . . .” Dorothy’s face turned green to pale and vice versa. “W-what about the bodies? Are we just going to leave it like this?”

“Yes. It’s best if we leave it like this,” I said. The tragedy at Roselake estate where the Earl and his daughter died in the hands of thieves or criminals. Or possibly in the hands of nonhumans and witches.

It wasn’t uncommon. It was better than to hide the bodies and cover the murder. That way, we wouldn’t leave many clues or trails. The more we touch and hide things, the more we dig ourselves to the grave.

I bet the hunters’ association and the church would send some people to investigate, and the matter would close with the verdict that the nonhumans were behind it.

As always.

Dorothy sighed in disappointment and muttered under her breath, “What’s going to happen to Roselake now?”

She then turned and followed Ric with slumped shoulders.

“. . .” I didn’t comment. Some relatives would take over, I guess.

“What now? The Earl is dead. And Prince Zen might have to postpone his travel to Venezia for the Spring Harvest to take part in the Earl’s funeral.”

I looked over at the imposing mansion of Roselake manor and answered Michael’s question. “He won’t. He would first attend the Spring Harvest before he’d go here. Venezia is much closer, and the Spring Harvest is just around the corner. He couldn’t possibly ignore an important event like that, especially that he is going to announce his engagement to Lady Emerald.”

“. . .”

Michael’s face crumpled. “How are we going to meet with the Prince now?”

I didn’t answer and thought for a second. Recalling my memories if Prince Zen had other allies nearby. But at this point, either the nobles he had on his side were low ranking Barons or lived far away from where we are.

Michael broke the silence. “Maybe . . . we should just ask the Duke of Venezia?”

“. . .” Hmm . . . the Duke of Venezia? That old man was the greatest supporter of Prince Zen. He was the one who rallied most of the nobles to support the crown.

But his status was already high, and his daughter was engaged to the Prince. It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that he already controlled half the nobles and the royal throne. If Michael were to seek such a powerful man, then his power of influence would only grow. He would have the nobles’ support, the throne, and the church. And he might take over all of Seraphim.

That’s a dangerous idea, considering I really don’t know of this Duke or the nobility for that matter.

It was evident with my blunder with Earl Roselake.

I couldn’t just leave everything to the past events. I must also have my own investigation.

But . . . there was one Duke . . . a man who hadn’t taken sides yet and a man I knew would do anything for his daughter.

That’s right . . . why haven’t I thought of that before . . .

Duke Hamill of Hamill Town.

Lady Catherine’s father.

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