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Chapter 4: Scaring The Idiots

Although everyone was staring at me, it didn't scare me, and I withstood their accusing glares calmly.

Martha immediately came to stand beside me. Even though she annoyed me most of the time, she was the only person who came to protect me.

"Why did you do it?" one middle-aged lady asked me. If I remembered her correctly, she was one of the King's concubines as well as the Queen's puppet.

"She didn't do it," Martha replied on my behalf.

I didn't like what Martha did because I wanted to be the one to speak up for myself, but then it felt good to have at least one person by my side.

I looked at my father, King Armen, who remained silent as if he had expected Martha to protect me. The woman next to him looked troubled, but I knew her expression was fake. Queen Niobe was, in fact, pleased by the situation, but as the Mother of the Kingdom, she had to pretend otherwise.

"You are just a servant, so stay out of it," berated another woman who was one of the Queen's relatives.

Martha was about to say something, but I held her arm lightly to stop her. She turned to me, and I gave her an assuring look in response.

Finally, the King spoke, but he said nothing about the fire nor the accusation against me. He simply ordered Martha, "Take the Third Princess back to her place."

Suddenly, one older man stepped forward and bowed to the King. "Your Majesty, this is not the right way to deal with this. No crime should go unpunished."

Another man stepped forward as well and bowed. "If we let this pass, what would our guests, especially the groom's family, think?"

With this, the rest of the officials from the royal court stepped out to agree. They all bowed to the King and repeated, "We seek justice, Your Majesty."

The women representing the groom's side felt like they had to voice their opinion out into the open as well. One of them said, "Your Majesty, the Second Princess is to be joined to the Griven's royal family, and as part of our family now, we will not allow anyone to bring harm to her."

Others raised their voices to agree with them as well, and the King had to listen to them. All were influential people in the royal court who came with their families.

First Princess Giselle and Second Princess Meira looked pleased with what's happening. Although they did not speak out, they stood together with eager expressions on their faces as if they were enjoying a show.

The King turned to me. "Do you have anything to say?"

For the first time, I felt like I was finally given an opportunity to protect myself, and he trusted me to make well use of it.

I maintained my calm and looked at the accusers. "Why do you all think I did it?" I asked.

"Only witches can do it," said one noblewoman.

"That I know, but why would I do it?"

"Why else? Because you are jealous of Second Princess Meira and want to spoil her happiness!" "How can you be so sure?" I countered.

"Isn't it obvious?" the woman scoffed. "Witches are always crafty and hurt others."

Even if I had screamed my heart out saying I didn't do it, they would never believe me. They only saw things they wanted to see and only listened to words they wanted to hear. It's better for me to act along with their fears, as it looked to be the only way these people would understand what it truly meant to be a witch.

I could have left, and no one would have dared to stop me, but how could I miss the chance to scare them and see those amusing scared faces?

'Idiots asked for it.'

I moved my right hand, and the two women in front stepped back in fear as if I had lashed out an attack on them. They were staring in horror at the blue scales on the back of my palm.

I observed my palm as I twirled my fingers to check on every side. "I wonder if my powers are becoming stronger now that I have the capacity to burn that huge curtain in just a minute." I looked at Martha. "If we burn that huge curtain normally, it will at least take twenty minutes, right?"

Martha nodded, and the others waited to see what I would have said, or rather they were curious to know if I admit it was my doing.

"When I burned the First Princess…."

Clang! Thud!

One metal vase fell from its stand. The First Princess had stepped back as if on reflex, unmindful of the noise she caused. Her expression was priceless—she had probably recalled a certain traumatic experience.

I smirked. "I mean, last time when I supposedly burned the First Princess' clothes, I remember there was only the smell of burning, but no pungent smell of oil. My, but today, is it just my nose, or is it as if someone had coated that curtain in the flammable oil? Since when did my powers allow me to produce flammable oil? At this rate, I can certainly burn this entire palace in a moment."

After hearing it, everyone held their breaths as if I would really do it. I looked at those women. "Isn't it fascinating?"

"Are you scaring us?" One man came forward, another of Queen Niobe's relatives, and appeared to be husband to one of those women.

Of course, it scared them. I scared them.

Only if they could see the smirk on my lips, it would have been even more effective. 'This damn veil.'

"I just had an urge to try it," I explained, and others went speechless.

When scaring them almost worked, I heard one pitiful voice.

"What did I do to you to harm me? Why do you have to spoil my day?" It was Second Princess Meira who spoke, taking upon herself the role of a victim. "You are a witch, but it's not my fault."

I stared at her. "Trust me; I'm happier being a witch than a fake person."


Chapter 5: The Unknown Masculine Voice

The pitiful victim mask the second Princess wore disappeared from her face into an angry one. "How dare you?! They are right! You can't possibly be my sister. You are just an ugly witch!"

This certain sister of mine couldn't handle her emotions, especially anger. It made me wonder that if she were the witch instead of me, we all might have been dead by now.

However, the moment she cursed me, the flowers in the bouquet in her hand withered.

Everyone looked at the flowers. One woman pointed at it as if she couldn't wait to add fuel to the fire. "See, this is the witch's doing! She can't even spare those poor flowers."

"It's not me but her foul mouth," I retorted.

She called me ugly, so how could those flowers that I personally grew take it? Somehow, I understood why they took flowers from my garden. They had planned for this scenario to happen.

"We won't let you harm the Second Princess!" one man declared, looking so brave as if he was ready to sacrifice himself against me.

I looked at the man. "If I wanted to harm her, I would have burned clothes she is wearing and not that pretty curtain."

Second, Princess Meira looked angrier as if that was even possible, and I know why. I referred to the curtain as pretty, but then that meant her expensive dress had no value in comparison.

Whatever I did, I was sure they couldn't harm me, and they could only grit their teeth.

Because they could no longer fight me with words, the women turned at Queen Niobe for help. "Did you see, my Queen? She wants to burn the Second Princess!"

The Queen came down the throne to approach us, who were standing on the front row. She went to her poor 'victimized' daughter first and held her hand to console her. The women from the groom's side did the same.

After their pitiful performance, Queen Niobe looked at me with reproach. "How can you do this to your own sister? I didn't expect it from you, Seren."

Gasps could be heard in the hall.

The Queen's words held value. Because of what she said, she had confirmed that I was the one who committed arson to ruin this occasion.

Others looked at King Armen. "Your Majesty should do something about this crime."

I looked at the King too. "Your Majesty, I expect the Royal Investigation Bureau to search for the traces of flammable oil at the place of the incident."

The King nodded slightly in my direction, which meant that he accepted my request.

"How outrageous! Aside from you, who would do something like this? It makes no sense," yelled one man after seeing how the King agreed to it. Guilt was written all over his face. It was clear their plan was about to fail.

"She is just making up things to protect herself!" said another woman.

However, my father paid them no heed.

"Take the Third Princess back to her place," the King ordered, once again looking at Martha.

"My Lady," said Martha as she bowed and led my way to leave this riot.

On the way out, I could hear the crowd growing restless.

"How can we let her go so easily?"

"Shouldn't we punish her?"

"Ever since she came to this kingdom, she only brought us misfortunes."

"You are right. We should throw her out of the kingdom."

Thud!

The loud sound came from King Armen slamming his hands on his armrest. When he stood up, the entire hall turned silent.

"Don't forget she is a princess," said the thoroughly angered king, glaring at everyone who had been gossiping about me.

Although King Armen never loved me, the whole kingdom knew he never let others get to me. To be honest, it was highly likely not because he thought of me as his daughter, but because regardless of my reputation, I was an official princess of the Kingdom of Abetha, and he would let no one disrespect a person from the royal family.

Just as Martha and I reached the door, we heard a man's voice break the heavy silence.

"Looks like someone used expensive flammable oil imported from the east only to burn a curtain. As I heard, it seems like the Kingdom of Abetha and its people are really rich."

I turned to look at the source of the masculine voice. The others did the same.

I realized that the masculine voice came from the direction of the incident, which was the large window farthest from the throne, where the burnt curtain, or at least, what's left of it, remained hanging.

I wanted to see who the person was, but there were so many people standing in the way, looking at the place of the incident. I turned to go there, but King's guard came to us.

He bowed to me and then looked at Martha. "King has asked the third Princess to go back to the tower."

Martha nodded to him lightly and turned to me. "We should leave, my lady."

I wanted to say no, but the King's guard stood there like a wall, and I had to turn back to leave.

Just as I stepped out the door of the hall, the strong gust of wind passed by me, and I felt something familiar was pulling me back inside the hall. I turned to look inside and felt the force of unknown energy.

"What happened?" Martha asked.

Feeling puzzled, I replied, "I don't know, but something is there..."

Martha looked at me and towards where my sight was fixed at and instructed, "We need to leave."

The guard came forward and stood between me and where I was looking. He blocked my sight. I glared at him, but that robust built, tall guard didn't budge.

'No respect for a princess,' I groaned inside.

Martha held my hand and dragged me away with her.

I tried to pull my hand, but I couldn't get it out of her grip.

'This old woman is incredibly strong.'

I had no other choice but to follow her.

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This novel is the mix of 1st person POV of the female lead and 3rd person omniscient when there are the scenes where the Fl is not present.

The next chapter is 3rd person omniscient POV.

Rest assured. I will make sure to not mix up POVs.

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