174: 48 Are You Chief Witch?

48 Are You Chief Witch?

Manolo’s POV

The entrance to the Witch's home was in a forest, and there was an invisible magic door that no one could open except those with witch’s blood.

Three days before the full moon, I came to the entrance and waited reverently.

Behind the forest is a group of mountains. Several scenic mountains are nestled together, with cliffs on three sides and only one road leading to the forest.

It is said that hundreds of years ago, God blessed the place and bestowed it on the witches. Over the years, the witches who lived here rarely left. They are mysterious and attractive. Every year many royal and noble men come here with respect, asking to marry a witch, but few succeed.

Witches are born with magical powers. They can cure diseases, make prophecies, and even read minds. Every 100 years, adult witches go to the valley to pray in the Mother Spring, and then drink from it. All the faithful witches will become pregnant and give birth to a new witch within a month of drinking it. That's why witches don't marry but keep breeding.

A witch who drinks from the spring can only give birth to a baby girl, so the witch's bloodline becomes more and more pure. Of course, some witches will leave the settlement and marry humans. They chose to live in the city and make prophecies for humans to protect them from disasters. But when they leave, they drink a potion, and the child they give birth to loses the magic of the witches, only smarter.

It's a kind of protection. If a witch and a human male give birth to a child with magical powers that no one can imagine, then witches and their children will suffer a lot.

All the witches who left had taken the potion, so no one knew what powers the children of witches and humans had.

On the mainland, no matter how many wars there are between countries, all people have a respect for witches. Witches never meddle in the affairs of nations or hurt anyone. God also kissed the forehead of the first chief witch when he blessed this beautiful place, so she inherited God's merciful heart and passed it down from generation to generation.

The witches have a compassionate heart. They grieve for the suffering of the world, bless misfortune, and use prophecy to help mankind avoid great disasters.

18 years ago, they would receive visitors on the full moon every month. But something bad seemed to happen. The witches closed the passage through the forest. For 18 years, no one entered the witch's territory, and no one saw a witch again.

Today is the first day the witches receive visitors. I wasn't sure if they would let me in, so I stood at the entrance of the forest three days in advance to show my sincerity.

At night, the full moon rises, the whole forest like a fairytale wonderland.

However, I waited until late at night and no one showed up.

It's strange.

I took out a bamboo flute and played the tune my grandfather taught me.

In a moment, a golden light shone, and the magic door was opened. Two witches came out, followed by a witch in a crimson cloak.

Crimson is a color only high-class witches can wear. I didn't expect to be led by a high-class sorceress.

“Are you a mermaid?” The witch asked me. Her face was hidden in the hood of her cloak. I couldn't see it clearly.

“I'm Manolo Mackay,” I bowed to her.

“Mackay...” she repeated my last name.

Witches know my last name. A few decades ago, mermaids and witches were very close. We all have magic, we all have the same ideas, we all have compassion for human suffering. We understand each other, support each other, establish a deep friendship, and even agreed on a marriage.

But the number of mermaids is too small, now only one left.

“Are you chief witch Raven?” I asked her.

She sighed. “She's my older sister, but... I'm Dalena, and I'm taking her place as chief witch.”

“How is your sister?”

She looked around. “This is no place to talk. Please come in.”

Dalena took my hand and led me through the magic door.

I followed her down the forest path to the Witch's house.

The elves were singing around me, and many magical plants I had never seen made way for us and then closed behind us again. The waterfall fell from the clouds but did not fall to the ground. Instead, it turned into silver fireflies in mid-air and scattered.

I was surrounded by a scent I had never smelled before.

“Come in.” She let me into a room made of giant vines.

“Thanks.”

“We haven't had visitors in 18 years. I wouldn't let you in if you weren't a Mackay.”

“What happened?”

“You should be able to see what's wrong.”

I looked around. Yes, I noticed.

Although it is as beautiful as the legend, there is one thing missing-flowers.

Flowers are very important to witches. Pollen, petals, floral scents, and seeds are all important ingredients for magical medicines. The chief witch's most crucial ability is to keep the flowers in bloom where she lives.

Now all flowers are just a flower bud. They haven't opened for a long time with their heads down.

“What happened to the chief witch?” I asked.

“She's dead.” There was sadness in Dalena's eyes.

The short answer struck me as speechless.

Although there were rumors that the chief witch was dead, I was still upset when I confirmed the news.

“You've become the new chief witch. Why aren't the flowers blooming?” I asked.

Dalena shook her head. “No, I'm not the chief witch. I'm just exercising my sister's right to keep the witches at peace for the time being. These flowers aren't blooming, which means we still have some unfinished business.”

I think I know what she's talking about.

I stood up, took out a paper scroll, and opened it in front of her. “Dear Dalena, I don't know what happened 18 years ago, but I think you should see this painting.”

Dalena stood up in surprise, her glass falling to the ground and breaking. “This is my sister Raven. Very few people have seen my sister's face. How do you have a portrait of her?”

“She's not Raven.”

Dalena walked quickly to the painting and looked at it carefully, and then she burst into tears. “This is not my sister... But why does she look so much like my sister? Who is she?”

“She's Princess Sibyl of Campbell Kingdom. She's 18 years old.”

Dalena looked at the painting and repeated the words, “It can't be... it can't be...”

We all thought of a possibility, but we didn't say it.

“Where is she?” Dalena was excited.

“She's still in Campbell Kingdom. The queen has been abusing her and she's not doing well. A few months ago, the queen married her to Nuri Rodriguez.”

“I don't believe it...” Dalena shook her head, “When I found my sister 18 years ago, she was dead. The baby in her arms also died. If her daughter is still alive, she must have very strong superpowers, so we can feel her. Why, after 18 years, haven't we felt any of her powers?”

“I don't know. But I think we should find out the answer together.”

Dalena suddenly grabbed my wrist, and I felt my wrist get very hot, and a sharp pain ran through my body.

She stared at me. “I just tested you. You're not lying. Why are you helping us?” 1

“When my grandpa died, he told me to help you. And,” I paused, “If the Raven Witch does have a daughter, she is my fiancee, and it is my duty to protect her.”

Dalena's reddish-brown eyes stared at me, “I believe you. If Princess Sibyl is my sister's daughter, we must bring her back. She is the first child of a witch and a human, and if her identity is known, she will be in danger.”

“I'm at your service.”

“If she is my niece, then she is the chief witch. Her marriage was not blessed by God, and I will annul it. But, first, I had to make sure she was my sister's daughter.” Dalena looked up at the sky, sighed. “It's time to go to the human city again. I hope there won't be any accidents this time.”

After listening to her words, my heart beat faster, almost jumped out of my throat.

The truth will soon be revealed.

Sibyl, are you my fated fiancee?

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