Young Master Damien's Pet

Walking down the streets and towns without getting tired, both Penelope and Damien made their way to the cemetery where his mother rested in the grave. They spent their time there with Damien who sat down on his knees on the ground while not speaking a word and letting him speak through his mind.

They had bought fresh flowers for his mother's grave, flowers that were all white which now laid on the marble stone.

Penny stood behind Damien, her hands holding together in front of her while she herself tried to speak some words in her mind while hoping that the woman's soul would accept her for her son.

Though the clouds hovered darkly in the sky, it had not started raining yet. She looked up at the sky, the clouds didn't move away even though the wind had started to increase along with the smell of air that was beginning to change due to the weather.

Damien stood up and looked at Penny, "Do you have someone to visit?" he asked her, meaning if she wanted to meet anyone in the graveyard.

"There's my mother's empty coffin," Penny reminded him, that had him chuckling.

"I asked the caretaker of the grave to clean up the grave and make s.p.a.ce for someone who can't afford," after finding Penny's mother's missing body in the coffin that she was still alive and breathing, Damien had gone the next day to get rid of the box which had no body in it.

"That's good," Penny nodded her head over it, it was only right for someone to use it. She had already made the payment for the s.p.a.ce in the cemetery. How strange, she thought to herself, to pay money so that one could rest on the land after death, "I wish I could find my father. Knowing how things are if someone did kill him," the possibility of her mother in the picture lingering in the back of her mind, she said, "He would have turned to ash and dust. I wish I could keep him with me like how Alexander has preserved his mother."

"We already have a black witch waiting back in the mansion. All you need to do is ask," Damien tugged her hand so that they could start walking. Making their way out of the cemetery after wis.h.i.+ng his mother a bye and promising to return soon to see her again he said, "The black witch will talk now."

"How are you sure he won't lie?"

"Because he values his life more than the people whom he used to work for. The unfortunate part is that the witcher doesn't know the main person who is running the ma.s.sacre. The witch he was working with committed suicide."

"What about his superior?" Penny asked him, her eyebrows drawing together as she questioned him. The web of the witches was spread out wide and far and they didn't know how many people or creatures of their own kind were involved in it.

"It is the witch hunter who goes by the name of Mila," she heard Damien answer her question, "It seems she was raised by Creed himself. Orphaned child found on the road. I have asked Kreme to gather more information about her so that we can know where and what she is doing right now."

"If the witch hunter and Creed were close, why did she send the black witches to search and bring the sheet back?"

"Maybe they weren't so close?" Damien shrugged his shoulders with the possibility of it, "He didn't give out the cookbooks to anyone and kept it with him without knowing what it was. He must have known that it was important and never gave it to someone for a possible favor to be returned?" Damien asked her.

"That might be one of the guesses," she replied back to him, "Do you think he wanted to gain something out of it?"

"Everyone gets into things because they are looking for benefits. Especially when it's something as shady as this, you need to keep your eyes wide. It might have happened, so the man agreed to trade the sheet which the black witches aren't aware of. Maybe one extra ritual. But with him gone now, they wanted the sheet and they sent their men."

"But Damien, the witches will find out someone is on them because one black witch died and another is with us," Penny's mother already knew Penny and Damien were on something, especially with the way they had appeared in Wovile even if they were the orders from the council.

"We don't let them know we are snooping around. After the Artemis case, Alexander spoke to the council members and also sent a message to scout the list down and find every single witch who walked on these lands.

So far the people who were involved were the switcher who had apparently got in through the help of Councilman Creed. Then there was the Artemis who had been controlling the witches and other humans in Valeria but had failed thanks to them, the web connected to her mother who was taking part in bringing the black magic back so that they could defeat the white witches and other creatures so that they could reign on the four lands. As if that wasn't enough, her mother had a brother.

It was even stranger, thought Penny to herself. With what her aunt Marion had told her, her mother was adopted into the family and if it were so who had adopted her mother's brother, her uncle. No, she didn't want to be part of the family, said Penny to herself.

Was it possible to backtrace where the family came from?

"I think there's one place to visit. My uncle and aunt," Penny said to Damien who looked back at her as they continued to walk farther and farther away from the cemetery, leaving it behind before they stopped walking, "Mrs. Artemis and Caitlin have already mentioned about this brother my mother had. We should see if they know anything about it."

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