บท 285: Lost Identity

The writing that was drawn by Angerboda disappeared behind the blood and a sigil started to appear.

It was a crimson flower. A beautiful five-petaled flower spread in the middle. Angerboda looked at the results in front of her and gulped.

"What does this mean?" Silja asked.

"Look here, this is the symbol of the witches," Angerboda put her finger on the crimson flower.

"Yes, this is the proof. You are a pure-blooded Witch," Angerboda exclaimed. Her eyes started to shine brightly as she looked in front of Silja.

"Am I?" The girl sitting in front of her only uttered two words. Her eyes looked behind Angerboda where a familiar silhouette was standing.

Angerboda narrowed her eyes and looked back. Donovan, who was standing at the back, walked over to them and sat down beside Silja slowly. His face was marred with complicated emotions.