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Chapter 14: Who Are You?

I tried to pull my hand from his grasp, but my strength was nothing compared to his.

"Don't anger me. I can burn you too," I warned again, but my words seemingly fell on deaf ears.

Only after getting inside a quiet alley, far away from the place of the incident, did the red-eyed man finally stop.

He cornered me against the tall stone wall of the alley, and as he faced me, he stared into my eyes which were covered by the transparent cloth from my hat.

He smirked. "My anger can burn this entire place. Do you want to see?"

The way he looked at me and the smirk dancing on his lips seemed intimidating. He didn't look like he was joking. Moreover, he didn't feel scared upon knowing that I'm a witch and had just burned a few people. From the looks of it, he didn't seem like an ordinary person.

"W-What do you want?" I asked.

He removed my hat and looked deeply into my eyes, observing them. It looked like he confirmed something before he asked, "Who are you?"

Instead of my name, I told him my identity, thinking my words would scare him.

"A witch."

However, he only chuckled lightly in response.

"Interesting."

As I studied this curious stranger, my gaze wandered to the tattoo on his neck. My eyes widened as familiarity hit me. It was similar, if not exactly, the same tattoo from that guy I have seen in my visions before!.

"This tattoo...?" I said with a puzzled tone, hoping he would say something about it.

The mocking smirk on the man's lips disappeared as he turned silent, studying me with narrowed eyes. Shock briefly flashed across his red eyes before they turned scary, their colors darkening as if they had flames burning inside them.

"Who are you?"

Although he asked the same question, the tone this time was different from how he had asked before. He sounded cold and threatening.

The dangerous tension between us broke when we heard voices coming closer.

"Search for her... We need to find her…."

"Oh, no. I need to run," I mumbled and pushed him away.

My strength couldn't move him even an inch, but surprisingly, this man took a step back and didn't stop me from escaping. I ran away with all my might and entered a random alley, calculating which way would lead me back to the market's main street.

"Martha, where are you?" I mumbled helplessly.

Deep inside, I knew Martha could always find me wherever I go, showing up to rescue me at the nick of time just like before, but this time, I was worried and scared because she didn't come.

I could only gather the courage to run away because I trust that she would come after me and that if I fell into trouble, she would come to save me.

Where was she?

I heard loud noises again, the voices coming from the other side of the tall alley wall where I was standing.

"We will find that witch and burn her in front of everyone!"

"Those ugly creatures deserve to die!"

"Today, flowers bloomed, so we should have been prepared for the witch to show up and capture her."

I heard those voices coming closer, and I was sure they would find me in no time. From either end of the alley, I could see men roaming here and there, carrying all kinds of weapons, in search of the witch.

I was trapped.

As I could not possibly outrun these men, I could only hide. Looking around, I saw that the wall was broken on one side, leaving enough space to fit my body. I hid inside as my last resort to save myself and prayed that Martha would show up soon before anyone discovered me.

Just as I was steadying my breaths, I heard a man's voice from the end of the valley.

"Go back!" warned the man coldly.

'Is it him again?' I wondered as the voice sounded similar to that man who dragged me away from the drunk man and his minions.

Risking to take a peek, indeed, I saw the same red-eyed man blocking the entrance of the alley all by himself.

"Who are you?" one man from the angry mob asked.

"You don't need to know. Just go back if you don't want to die," the red-eyed man warned coldly.

"We are here to capture a witch. Don't meddle in this if you don't want to die."

"There is no witch here."

One man observed the red-eyed man and said, "You don't look like you're from here. Are you with the witch?"

"What if I am?"

'Is he crazy? Does he want to die?' I frowned at his boldness. 'Seems like he doesn't know how much people hated witches here.'

"Then we have no other option," said the angered man as he stepped ahead, intending to hurt the red-eyed man.

Swash!

Shling!

The next moment, that man's head was on the ground, rolling away from his body, while the blood dripped along the sharp edge of the red-eyed man's sword.

It scared the rest of the angry mob and they stepped back from the bloody scene.

"Didn't I warn you before? Anyone else wants to try again?" asked the red-eyed man as he held his sword to one side, pointing towards the ground.

I couldn't see his face as I could only see his back from where I was hiding, but I was sure he must have that same evil smirk on his lips and his red eyes must have had those flames dancing within them.

By this time, everyone had run away in horror. He turned to look where I was, and I immediately shrunk into a ball, trying to bury myself into that small space.

Although I could not see him, I could sense someone walking towards me from the end of the valley. I closed my eyes in fear that I would be captured by him again. 'What does he want from me?'

"My lady!"

After what seemed like an eternity, I finally heard the familiar voice that I've long waited for. When I opened my eyes, Martha was standing in front of me and I nearly did something childish, like jumping on her and hugging her. But I stopped myself and first looked around to search for that red-eyed man but no one else was there.

Martha and I were by ourselves.

'Where did he go?'


Chapter 15: So That's Her!

After running into King Armen, Arlan led Drayce to take a stroll at the pretty lake on the eastern side of the palace, but of course, Drayce was not interested in the scenic view at all.

"Since you're still bored, we should use the rest of the day to take a look outside of the palace," Arlan suggested.

"Not like we will grow gold inside the palace if we stay here," Drayce countered as he could not see what was interesting about this so-called pretty place. In his opinion, its reputation was exaggerated by others.

"Sarcastic devil," Arlan commented, loud for him to hear, but Drayce didn't mind it.

The two went out on their horses and two Abethan knights escorted them in case they needed help, especially with Drayce being new and unfamiliar with the capital.

Arlan led his friend to the commercial district of the capital. Its main street was a mix of large shops and residences, as this part of the market was also where the richest of merchants and the city's business leaders resided.

"As our kingdoms are neighbors, Griven imports the weapons from the merchants here sometimes. Their quality is top-notch," Arlan informed.

"I doubt if it compares to Megaris."

"Narcissist!" Arlan sighed. "Nothing bad in knowing the things here. In the future, you might have some business with this kingdom so it's good to know the merchant leaders and build good relationships with them. These rich merchants have wide networks and hold great influence in many kingdoms, not just in Abetha."

"I have my ways," Drayce countered and Arlan understood as usual what he meant.

'What a violent guy.'

"We are normal humans so we can only go the normal way, unlike you." Arlan sighed as he continued to ride towards the largest business guild of Abetha.

They entered one luxurious hall after another, and Arlan introduced Drayce to a few important people before they went to meet the leader of the merchants. Soon, they arrived in front of a two-story office at the most central part of the market district.

Arlan went inside the lavish wooden building and Drayce was about to follow him but his sensitive ears heard some curious noises seemingly just an alley away.

He halted and focused on the noise and confirmed that it was not too far from him.

A familiar wave of energy he had felt before a few times appeared from the same direction.

'I can't be mistaken…''

Not being able to stop himself, Drayce entered the alley next to that lavish wooden building, walking at first before it turned into a full sprint.

He stopped at the other end of the alley upon spotting a mysterious woman in pink surrounded by a few men. He heard her warn the bunch of men that she'll burn them.

Her voice sounded familiar, but since she's wearing a hat, he could not see her. He stepped towards the group, wanting to confirm his doubts.

Before he could reach any closer, everyone surrounding the woman caught fire, and this created chaos.

Coincidentally, the woman in pink ran in his direction in a hurry and bumped into him, causing her hat to fall down. But thanks to it, he could finally see her eyes.

Not just her voice, but even her eyes were a perfect match to the one in his memories.

Without hesitation, he put that hat back on her head and dragged her towards a random silent alley, ignoring her empty warning.

Drayce cornered her against the alley's stone wall and smirked at her silliness, of not knowing who he was and even daring to threaten him.

"My anger can burn this entire place. Do you want to see?"

This much was effective enough to intimidate her and shut her mouth from spouting nonsense.

"W-What do you want?" she asked.

Instead of answering her, Drayce removed her hat and stared deeply into her eyes. He was sure those were the same pair of eyes he was searching for. The lower half of her face was covered in a veil, the same as that mysterious figure who appeared when he was fighting on the mountain ranges at the border of Abetha and when he went for a swim in the river.

"Who are you?" he asked.

"A witch!" came her reply.

He could see through what scheme went through her tiny brain.

'Still trying to scare me huh, little kitten?' He chuckled softly and commented, "Interesting!"

Just as he raised his hand towards her veil to take it off, she said something that startled him.

"This tattoo...?"

His hand halted before he could touch her veil and the expression on his face changed. The mocking smirk on his lips disappeared as he turned silent and stared at her. Reflected on her surprised eyes, he could see his own eyes turned darker, flames seemingly burning within them.

His voice was cold and threatening as he repeated, "Who are you?"

Before she could answer, they were interrupted by the yells about capturing the witch and Drayce heard her mumble under her breath, "I need to run away."

Drayce stepped back and let her go. After she left, he looked at the hat in his hand and realized she forgot it.

There was something she was trying to hide and the way everyone was searching for her, he was sure she was in trouble. But why?

The way she burned those people, he was sure she held some power but was she really a witch?

"Doesn't seem like it," he mumbled and held that hat up as he checked it. "One should always return someone's thing if they left it behind."

He walked towards where she went on the other alley. He saw the mob of people going the same way. Before they could enter the alley, he stood at the entrance, blocking their path.

He didn't know why but something about her made him want to protect her.

He warned the mob to return but they didn't seem to take him seriously so he had to set an example.

Not blinking even once, he beheaded the silly man in front of him, not a tinge of regret in his eyes as killing someone was not a big deal for him.

Feeling scared, when the mob retreated, Drayce saw a familiar old lady with grey hair. He was sure he had seen her at the engagement ceremony earlier. If he's not mistaken, she should be a servant of the third princess of Abetha.

"So that's her," Drayce concluded.

The old lady looked at Drayce and then at the hat in his hand and she stepped towards him.

Drayce put forward the hat. The old lady accepted it and she entered the alley behind him.

At that exact moment, Arlan arrived along with the Abethan knights accompanying them.

"What are you doing here?" Arlan asked before his gaze dropped to l the beheaded body on the ground.

"You and your sword don't like to rest," Arlan commented.

Drayce said nothing. His eyes wandered across the alley where he saw the old lady going towards where that woman in pink was hiding and felt relieved.

"Let's go," Drayce instructed and they left the place.

On the way back, although Drayce appeared calm, he had many questions in mind which answer he needed to find out.


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