Chapter 118 - Invitation for tea - Part 1

"Where are you going?" I asked Violet, who seemed to be going towards the door. After rejecting my kiss, she said that she was in urgent need of a bath and didn't have the time to do anything else. Moreover, she said that we'd had our fair share of kisses today—and that I'd stolen a few kisses more than the promised deal. 

Hearing her rejection, I couldn't help but regret my decision. Instead of one, I should have asked for two kisses a day. Such a great opportunity missed. Maybe I could steal a kiss or two when she was not looking? 

"I need to get my clothes from my room," she replied without even looking back at me, and I grabbed her hand to stop her from walking any further. 

"There's no need for that," I pulled her to her wardrobe, opening it for her to see that I'd moved all of her clothes here. Her eyes widened upon seeing all of her belongings here, clearly surprised as it hadn't even been a day since she'd decided to stay in this room with me. 

"...that's quite fast," she said as she skimmed through her clothes, taking out one nightwear from her wardrobe. 

"I wanted to ensure your stay in this room," I smiled at her, winking. "I know that there's a big chance that you'll want to move back to your room, so I decided to quickly move all of your belongings here so that it won't be as easy for you to move back." 

I heard her mumble under her breath about how there was no need for me to know her that well, and she appeared to be a little dejected about her failed escape plan. After the stun she'd pulled today, I thought she'd be less shy with me, but it seemed to be only momentary courage that had coursed through her. 

It was obvious that she was trying to get back at me after all the teasing that I'd done. Though her sudden change in attitude did catch me off guard, I won't be that easily swayed. Of course, I won't let her have things her way that easily. She'd have to do a lot more than that to have me admit defeat. 

However, I couldn't deny the fact that her bold actions from before had made me feel something inside my ċhėst. I was enthralled—and I was hoping to see more of that side of her. The shy little rabbit was adorable, but the bold rabbit was no less adorable. Much to say, I wanted to learn more about what kind of side she'd show me in the future. 

I'd have to work on her more to be able to see it soon. It seems that breaking down her walls was far more difficult than killing rogues. I'd only need a second to kill a rogue, but with her, I'd need to use months and months to get through her heavy defenses. Will a chocolate cake from Bob help?

"Then, I'll take my bath," she said, heading towards the bathroom. Before reaching the bathroom, she turned back and glared at me, saying, "Please don't get any funny ideas."

I tilted my head, pretending not to know what she was talking about. "Such as?" 

"Such as... barging into the bathroom to... take a bath together," she turned her face away from me, walking towards the bathroom. She peeked out the door, saying, "I'll take my bath alone, you too."

"Only for now," I chuckled, seeing how my previous offer was still bothering her. Her adorableness made it hard for me to stop teasing her. Those pink cheeks were to die for. 

Ignoring my reply, she shut the door on me without saying anything else. I couldn't help but wonder what kind of face she was making behind the closed door.

Leaving Violet to take her bath with ease, I proceeded towards my own closet and took a new set of clothes, discarding the ones I was wearing at the time. I took the things stored in my pocket out and made it to the sofa, examining them. 

"We must bring the girl to Her before the day comes." 

Who the hell is Her? And why would they need my Violet? It has only been a few days since we found out about her being a white witch, and Maggie didn't say anything about her being special. She was just like any other white witch, only that she learned about her magic later than the others. 

I've given it a lot of thought, and based on what I've come up with, there could be two possibilities. But, of course, that doesn't mean it'll end there.

First, it could have something to do with Violet's status as a new white witch. While there was a chance of the other white witch tapping into black magic, Violet had never done so. She had never used her magic, so she was undoubtedly the purest of all. Perhaps the core of a pure white witch—the heart—was what they were after. 

The Quinn's manor.

Could there be a black witch hiding inside Quinn's manor? Thinking back, Leonard did say that he stopped all the attacks right after I brought Violet home and that the attacks that followed were not under his command. All the following attacks were aimed at kidnapping Violet, while the ones before were only aimed at people's hearts. 

If there really was a black witch hiding in Quinn's manor, then everything made sense. They went after Violet because she'd escaped their hands, and they were willing to go to any length to get her back. Perhaps, they'd locked Violet inside to wait for the 'day' to come, as she would be a crucial part of their plan—whatever that might be.

I sprawled both the note and the map across the table, attempting to piece together all of the clues I'd gotten from these two things. By the look of it, these two papers exist for the same reason. They both existed to prepare for the 'day'—which most likely was the day those black witches would return to the world. 

If their goal had remained the same as it was a century ago, then it would be to create a world of black magic. This goal of theirs would inevitably result in bloodshed amongst the four creatures.

To prepare for the so-called day, they wanted to restore their magic to its full condition, and also to have a sufficient amount of power to fight the other forces. Looking at the x's on the map, I can only ȧssume that they have yet to discover any of the black orbs and were still searching for them. 

But, in the worst possible case where they found at least one or two of them, the villagers were all that was left before they completed their preparation. Even though they've only taken control of one village in Wonsvile, the other regions were not so fortunate. And Myltha appeared to be the most unfortunate one. 

Perhaps because there were only humans there, it was much easier for those black witches to infiltrate Myltha. Unfortunately for us, they were smart enough not to turn too many villages to avoid being discovered. But, unfortunately for them, this will soon end. 

For Violet, regardless of why she was needed in their scheme, none of them would ever take place under my watch. I'd never let those filthy witches touch her in the slightest. Not now, and certainly not in the future as well. She'll be with me for as long as I live—that's for sure. 

Red was not the best color when it came from an ally. It should come from the enemy—and we knew all too damn well who the enemy was. 

Now, for the problem at hand...

I flipped over the map, observing the circles in Wonsvile. It appeared that I would have to dispatch some personnel to keep an eye on the villages here, as the villagers were at risk of being turned into doll-like humans. We wouldn't want to give those black witches too much leeway, would we? And I didn't want to lose my tax-paying citizens either. 

Looking at how the two villages that I had previously visited were located right next to each other, there was a big possibility that the next village to be turned was the bald magistrate's village. Judging by his fishy behavior, I'm pretty sure that he knew something about this whole ordeal. 

Perhaps an invitation to tea for the magistrate would be appropriate.