Hearing the witcher's suggestion, Marceline's eyes widened, and her throat went dry, "No… I cannot lose my leg! There should be another way! You are a witcher, you should know how to—"
The witcher could not pass the opportunity in front of him, and he bargained with the vampiress, "Give me your youth, a part of your soul and the lustre of your hair. I will try to think about something better—"
"No! You cannot take anything from me!" Marceline pointed the gun back at the witcher, and she said, "If I tell my family that you were the one to curse me, do you think they will let you live?"
"Then came the vile and ugly self of the woman when she was cornered," the witcher's eyes were nothing less than a snake with green slit eyes that glowed in the dark forest. "But I wasn't the one to curse you. I will expose you that you tried to curse someone."