Young Master Damien's Pet

The witcher looked at Penny, his slit-like eyes looking at her unblinking as a snake would, "I gave all the information that was asked from me. What do you want from me? I don't think I have anything more to offer," the rays of the sun could be seen pa.s.sing through the little rock-like window that had one bar of the grill.

Penny could tell that the witcher was being truthful but at the same time, she was yet to ask and question why she had come here at this hour of the day with food for the boy.

She then asked, "Do you know how to use magic spells?"

He gave her a nod. From where he had been sitting, he stood up pus.h.i.+ng himself with one hand and took the other items that were placed down, handing it back to her, "What spell do you want me to use?" he asked her.

She wondered how far efficient the witcher was when it came to making use of the black magic which was limited to them, "There's a certain spell I have been looking forward to. I want you to teach me how to turn people to toads," she said in utter seriousness that for a few seconds the witcher thought the lady who had brought him food was joking with him.

He cracked a smile first out of amus.e.m.e.nt and when he noticed how serious she was, he erased the smile quickly, "You want to learn to use the black magic?" He gave her a quick look and then said, "Even if you are a witch. A white witch, you won't be able to make use of the black magic which is meant for the black witches. The law holds that only certain witches can make use of spells to what they belong to. The spells that I use cannot be used by you. There's a difference."

"There's a thin line. I am aware of it," Penny snapped softly, her green eyes looking back at the man, "I know that black magic cannot be used by the witches but there are exceptions to it. I am the daughter of a white and black witch."

The scrawny man raised his brows, "That is possible?" he asked her, as far as he knew, black and white witches didn't get along with each other.

Both the different witches being in a relations.h.i.+p were unheard of or rather it was very rare. He commented, "I thought black and the white witches don't get along."

"They don't," Penny responded to his comment.

Curious and poking his nose in the matter, he asked, "What happened to them?"

"My father died and my mother wants me dead," Penny turned her answer short and sweet with a smile on her face and she then said, "Are you willing to teach me?"

"Do I get to leave this place?"

"No, you will get a meal a day depending on how far we progress," Penny knew the character of a black witcher, there was no telling when they would flip and turn their back against the ones they gave their word to.

"You think I will teach you the spell for a meal?" the witcher laughed before his eyes widened and he asked, "Where are you going?" He saw her leaving the front of the cell.

Penny stopped walking away. Turning over her shoulder without looking at him, she said, "I guess you don't want the meal. You were brought here by the councilman, he will be the one dealing with you."

The black witch quickly laughed nervously, "I was only joking. Please come back, milady."

Penelope turned around to give him a look of full seriousness, "What do you need to teach me the spell?" she asked him.

"I will need someone to turn to a toad. Obviously, I cannot turn you, the councilman might have my head for it," he said whilst holding both his hands on the grills with a part of his face sticking out of the bars.

The man held his hands tightly hoping he wouldn't lose a meal because of what he asked as the lady appeared as if she would leave right away without any hesitation. It had been days since he had eaten and never since he had last eaten a meal like the one she had got today here.

Penny was right. The witcher did look like a puppy that had been caged.

Turning around to face him completely, she said, "I will be back in some time," saying this, Penny walked away from there to return back after a few minutes as said with a man behind her. The man was none other than the butler.

Penny had the option to pick anyone but if there was someone who she felt was reliable right now, it was the current Quinn's butler. Thinking about it, Penny realized how she missed the previous butler, Falcon who had died because of a simple mistake.

Only if they hadn't gone to the abandoned town, they would have never come across the switchers and he would have still continued to live.

At the same time, Penny knew that if they hadn't been to that town and found out the existence of the switchers, things would have only turned dire for people in the land of Bonelake as the information about the switchers would be known by the council very late after a lot of damage.

She didn't know what to think about it. She wished there was a way to turn back time and to fix a few things. If only there was a way to fix things and return things the way it was normal but what was normal right now?

Before they could go any further into the cell, Penelope stopped Durik to have the man furrow his brows in question as he didn't know why the lady had brought him here. historical

Penny looked into the eyes of the butler, "I need your help, Durik."

Being the diligent butler he was, he placed a hand on his chest, bowing his head he replied, "Yes, milady, anything," Durik didn't know what he was signing up to when he spoke those words.

The lady gave him a smile and then said, "You need to know something so that you don't freak out," Durik nodded his head.