Trinity the last White Witch - Chapter 91

[Trinity’s POV]

“I presume that you had made your decision?” I asked with a smile.

Prince Zen studied my face. I had nothing to hide since I wore the appearance from yesterday night. I rarely appeared in public with my true form after all. It made things easier.

“Yes. This matter couldn’t be delayed as I’m going back to the Palace after this,” said the Prince with a serious expression. “I want to take up your offer.”

Both Michael and my face brightened.

“But know that I don’t trust you just yet. However, I weighed the cons and pros and deducted that the Church must be stopped now. If this matter is prolonged, then they would just accumulate more power, and it would be harder to stop them later. Seraphim doesn’t have the resources or means to withstand prolonged corruption.

“I had to put a stop to the ever-increasing problem of humans switching sides to the vampires and werewolves because of poverty. As well as the numerous problems in the Kingdom. And to do that, I needed to straighten the Church first. And the fastest way to do that is to replace the current Saintess.”

I nodded while Michael tipsy smiled.

I was glad that the Prince was the man I thought him to be. A pity that, for a young age, he was already faced with these kinds of problems.

However, I admire his will to change Seraphim for the better. Just like Rhazien, his priority was always the Kingdom.

“So that means the Alliance is formed from today onwards,” Michael said with a lopsided smile and droopy eyes.

Prince Zen nodded, but his face remained serious. “There is one thing that I wanted to ask.”

“Please do tell,” replied Michael.

“What is your true aim? Is it really just the Saintess position?”

“Pretty much.”

I restrained to take a look at Michael. Wasn’t he going to tell the Prince about Emerald?

“Why?” Prince Zen asked.

“Who didn’t want to claim that position and all its privilege and power?”

“I don’t like your reason.”

“Isn’t that what your half-sisters been doing? The only difference is, I would be leaving all matters of the Church in your hands. Politics don’t interest me.”

“Our sister,” corrected the Prince before looking Michael straight in the eyes. “I don’t trust you.” And he shifted his gaze at me. “The both of you.

“But I’d rather stake my bet on you two than let the Church run rampant with its wicked ways.”

“Likewise,” said Michael. He was awfully chatty today for some reason. Was he still drunk?

“We don’t trust each other, but our mutual interest aligned. So . . .” Michael extended his hand, “have we got a deal, little brother?”

Yep. He’s still drunk, alright. Calling the Prince little brother was . . . I looked wryly at the floor. Couldn’t meet the Prince’s eyes.

“. . .” Prince Zen was silent for a moment before he accepted Michael’s hand. “Know that if you betray me, there will be consequences.”

Michael just grinned while I didn’t say anything.

“Anyway, come to the capital, and we will discuss in detail about our plans on how to overthrow Anatola. Until then, I presume that our alliance remains a secret.”

We nodded.

“And,” the Prince paused before he continued, “the Crusaders are on to something.”

Michael and I looked at each other.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“They’re out and about. They usually stayed in the temple and didn’t leave the Saintess side.”

“You’re suggesting that they might be searching for Michael?” I questioned.

The Prince nodded. “Possible. Does anyone know of Michael’s mark?”

Michael stepped forward. His face was serious. “I assure you that besides the people here, no one knows.”

Prince Zen pinched his jaw, thinking for a moment. “They said that they’re searching for the culprit for the death of Earl Roselake. You don’t happen to be there at the crime scene, no?”

“. . . That’s–” I opened my mouth to tell him the truth, but Michael beat me to it.

“No,” he said with a straight face, and my expression stiffened for a second.

He sure could lie about it. But was it the best move?

However, since Michael had already said no, then there was nothing to say anymore.

Prince Zen looked at me, and I didn’t avert my gaze from his.

“Is that so?”

“. . .” I smiled. He must have thought about yesterday night when Cruz wanted to investigate us.

“Anyway, I must really be going now,” said the Prince.

Until the Prince left, I remained quiet. When his carriage went onwards back to the capital, I faced Michael and asked, “Why didn’t you tell him about Emerald? And why keep the matter of the Earl secret?”

“Because Emerald is our only way into the palace.”

I raised my brow.

“Think about it. I’m sure the Prince would have us investigated by now, but we don’t have anyone near him that we could use to spy on him except Emerald.”

I widened my eyes. “I never thought that you would use your beloved like that.”

“Not use, my dear Trinity. I wouldn’t let her do anything dangerous. It’s just . . . it would be best if we could have someone besides the Prince, don’t you think?

“And regarding why I didn’t tell him about the Roselake incident was because I wanted your identity as a witch to remain hidden. It’s our trump card, after all.”

My smile stretched. “I guess you don’t just have a pretty face. You’re smart, too, if you’re half drank. But if the Prince knew that we had a hand on the incident, he might not trust us anymore.”

“Don’t worry. The Prince doesn’t trust us any more than we trust him. And what do you mean when drunk? I’m perfectly sober. And don’t forget that I’m good at combat too.”

“I see.” True. I did want to hide my identity as a witch. The fewer people know, the less danger I would face. But I also wanted to gain the Prince’s trust.

Michael was indifferent since he didn’t know what the Prince did in the past. On the other hand, I thought that the Prince would be a valuable ally in the future.

Anyway, I’ll bring it up again at a later time. Michael was not sober to make a sound argument about it.

I went beside the bed and kicked its side. “Then I supposed you’re sober enough to find that Dorothy has been here in your room all this time?”

Michael’s eyes bulged. “Huh?

“Come out,” I said and kicked the wooded side of the bed.

Dorothy crawled out from the mattress and went on her toes with an awkward smile on her face. “Uhm . . . this isn’t what you think.”

“Really?” I smirked.

Michael’s smile faltered, and he asked with a stuttering voice, “D-did you . . . did you do something to me?”

“Of course not! What do you think of me? A creepy stalker?”

“What else would we think of you?” I mocked.

“I just watched Michael the whole night since I was worried! He was so drunk and . . . err . . . I made sure that he was comfortably in his sleep.”

“Really?”

Dorothy crossed her arms and lifted her chin like she didn’t do anything wrong. “Stop looking at me like that. I was just worried about him.”

She then went to the door and, like nothing happened, went out of the room with her saying, “Anyway, it’s not like I had done something. It’s only normal to be concerned with your friends.”

And she was gone.

. . .

. . .

“S-she . . .  she didn’t do something right?”

“Hmm . . . hard to tell. I wasn’t here in your room the whole night after all.”

“Do you have like a spell that could let me see if she did?”

There was, but I didn’t plan on helping him.

I stifled a laugh and faced him. “No, I don’t. And why are you so concerned? It’s not like you still had your purity.”

“I’d rather do the stalking than the other way around.”

“For someone who claimed to be good in martial arts, you didn’t even suspect she was in your room? You didn’t even notice her sneaking under your bed?” I asked, laughing.

“I was too tired yesterday night that I was dead asleep as soon as I hit the bed.” Michael defended himself. “And Dorothy had this special skill to blend in and forgotten once you take your eyes off her.”

“Oh, I’m sure you’re tired of all the women who offered you a glass of wine and asked for you to dance with them.”

“Jealous much?” he flashed me a boyish grin.

I retorted with a sarcastic grin of my own. “If only I romantically like you, then maybe I would feel jealous.”

Michael took a hurtful expression. “You mean to say that you still don’t like me that way?”

I sweetly smiled. “Maybe try for another hundred years, and we would know.”

Michael faced me. His expression was cheeky as the smile on his face. “Is that a challenge?”

I stared him in the eyes with a confident smile. “A challenge that we both know you’ll lose.”

His laughter boomed in the room. “I’ll only need a month to make you fall for me.”

He then pinched my jaw and tapped the tip of my nose. “Don’t worry, when I marry Emerald, you can become my number one mistress.”

“Be careful.. You might just fall for me and beg me to become your main wife instead.”