184: 58 The Child Of A Witch

58 The Child Of A Witch

Sibyl’s POV

I walked up and down the hall, too anxious to sit quietly in my chair.

Nuri saw my nervousness and held my shoulder as he told me to sit down. “Don't worry, Wayde has gone to pick up Manolo. He'll be there on time.”

I sat on the chair and took a sip of tea. But my heart still cannot calm. I can even hear my heart beating.

Nuri held my hand and felt the pulse on my wrist.

“Why are you so excited?” He asked, smiling. “I don't remember you being so excited when we went to the Sistine Temple to ask a nun about your mother.”

My hand pressed against my chest. I looked at Nuri. “I don't know why my heart is beating so fast. I have a feeling that something very important is going to happen.”

“Don't worry. Manolo must be bringing good news. You are my wife, and if bad things happen to you, I will stand before you.”

Nuri lowered her head and kissed my forehead. I felt some relief and less nervous.

“Sir Rodriguez, Manolo is here,” said the servant, standing at the door.

I gripped the arm of the chair nervously.

My gut has been telling me that I'm about to meet someone very important to me.

Manolo strode in. With a worried look on his gentle face, he quickly approached me, then stopped and said politely to Nuri and me, “Sorry, I hope I didn't spoil your holiday.”

“That's all right. It's the last day of our vacation,” I looked at him. “I heard you heard about my mother.”

“Yes,” Manolo said, looking at me. “Do you remember? The nun at the Sistine Temple said that the king visited the south 20 years ago.”

“I remember. He seduced and deceived many women and got them pregnant. But the queen killed them and the babies.”

“Yes, you may be the only child left alive.” Manolo's eyes were gentle and caring.

I want to speak but I can't. Though I knew my reddish-brown eyes were a sign of the south, my heart still stung when Manolo confirmed that my mother was a girl seduced and abandoned by the king.

20 years ago, my mother would have been a pure, lovely, kind-hearted girl. But she met my father, the king of this country. He must have made so many promises to her and was so kind and gentle to her that my mother was deceived by him.

However, when she fell in love, he disappeared. He returned to the palace to continue his reign as king, leaving my mother to wait for him with a lie.

A year later, instead of waiting for her lover, she waited for death.

I cannot know what my mother was thinking in the moment before she died.

“Are you all right?” Manolo reached out to hold me, but Nuri was already holding me in his arms.

“Don't think too much. Your mother will be very happy to know that you have grown up safely.” Nuri patted me on the back.

“I'm fine,” I said, taking a deep breath and looking at Manolo. “So, who's my mother?”

Manolo hesitated. “Your mother, she's a witch.”

“That's impossible,” Nuri interrupted, “A witch cannot marry without the consent of the chief witch. As far as I know, witches will choose to drink the water of Mother Spring in the mountains to give birth. If a witch decides to marry a man and have children, she must drink a special potion so that her children will lose their magic from the witches. There are no human children born of witch magic in this world. It's a very dangerous thing to do.”

Listening to Nuri, I was puzzled.

What is the Mother Spring?

Why can't a witch marry and have children with a human without consent?

Nuri saw my doubt. He explained to me, “Witches are a very old race. Legend has it that their leader was blessed by God hundreds of years ago. They have been living on a sacred land. For centuries, no matter how many wars have broken out between nations, no one dares to provoke them. Witches are born with magical powers, they can prophesy, they can make magic potions, and more importantly, they have compassion, they are always sad for suffering, and they always offer help.”

Nuri pauses, Manolo continues, “Witches have always lived in their home, and rarely come into human society. There is a spring in their Holy Mountain called the Mother Spring. An adult witch will drink from its spring and become pregnant, giving birth to a new witch. That's how they passed on their amazing abilities and their blood.”

“Can't a witch marry a human?” I asked.

“They can get married,” Nuri replied, “But few witches are willing to leave their homes to marry a human. I remember only three witches who chose to marry a human. They all drank special potions before they got married so their children wouldn't have witch blood and magic.”

“Why?”

“Because no one knows what a human-witch hybrid looks like. If their children have new superpowers, there is a new danger. Their children may be exploited by power-hungry people, or they may grow up to wage war and bring disaster to everyone.”

“So they choose to let their children live as ordinary people?”

“Yes.”

I see. This is their love for their children. For a mother, it is better to leave her children in peace and happiness than to put them at unpredictable risk.

I looked at my hands. I'm sure I'm just an ordinary human being. I can't predict, I can't cure, I don't have any super powers.

How could my mother be a witch?

“Your blood brought the petals of the immortal flower back to life. Do you remember that?” Manolo asked me.

I'm surprised. I almost forgot about it.

“But I'm just a human being...”

“It's complicated, so I brought a witch. Maybe she can answer some of our questions.”

As Manolo finished speaking, a woman in a crimson cloak came in.

I feel my heart beating faster.

She went to the middle of the room and gently lifted her cape.

A middle-aged woman's face appeared.

The moment I saw her face, all my nervousness was gone. A warmth filled my heart, as if I had seen a family member I hadn't seen in a long time.

Nuri was wary of this woman. He stood in front of me and asked, “Who are you?”

The woman said, “I am a member of the witches. 18 years ago, a witch went missing, and we never found her. I'm here today to confirm whether Princess Sibyl is descended from our witches. It's important.”

Nuri's guard relaxed and there was more respect in his tone. “I appreciate you being here. Sibyl is my wife and if you find anything, please just tell me.”

The witch looked up at Nuri and nodded. She reached for me. “Sibyl, would you come here, please?”

I felt as if a voice was calling me home. Without hesitation, I took her hand and walked over to her side.

“You're so beautiful.” She stared at my face, tears in her eyes.

Her emotion affected me, and I also had a feeling that I wanted to cry.

The witch took an emerald, put it on the table, and took out a silver needle. “I need to prick your finger now, please don't be afraid.”

“Okay.” I wasn't worried. Her voice made me feel warm.

She pricked my finger and let my blood drip on the emerald.

The emerald gave a brilliant golden light, but it flickered for a moment and then disappeared. 0

“Why?” The witch wondered. She took my hand, put my finger in her mouth and sucked a drop of my blood.

She shook her head in shock and said to herself, “How did this happen? Sis, why did you do that?”

“What's wrong?” Nuri asked anxiously.

Manolo also looks anxiously at the witch.

The witch was silent for a few seconds, then looked up at me.

“You are the child of a witch.”

“Really? Who's my mother?”

I wanted to ask her more questions, but Nuri hugged me and wouldn't let anyone near me. “Sibyl is my wife. No one can take her.”

Why did they take me?

The witch looked at Nuri. “I will not take her. Her mother drank the potion before she was born, so she is only human now. But we must keep this secret, or she will be in danger.”

I heard Nuri breathe a sigh of relief. “I will protect my wife.”

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