115 A Cursed Blessing
Selma Payne’s POV:
I stopped talking nonsense with Adele and asked Master Mary to start the spiritual invasion.
“You can’t do this!” Adele finally panicked and started to struggle in fear. “I don’t believe that Lycan King would allow you to invade me! You have no right to do this!”
Of course, I couldn’t really turn Adele into a fool, so I just asked Master Mary to scare her.
“Then, answer my question,” I said. “Otherwise, it won’t be up to you.”
Adele looked at me sternly and gritted her teeth. “You’re scaring me! You wouldn’t dare to do that! If anything were to happen to me, the King would not let you off the hook. I saw it in the town hall. Your subjects and your King do not agree, right?”
I disdainfully looked at this idiot who was trying to sow discord. “So? You can try and see if His Majesty will punish me for you, a despicable captive. As for the Council of Elders, they’re just a bunch of old wolves with their fangs pulled out. In front of a true king, no matter how dissatisfied they are, they wouldn’t dare to show a crying face.”
I motioned for Master Mary to take action. Adele did not dare to bet on my intentions and finally gave in.
“Alright!” she shouted. “Alright! If you win, I’ll tell you, alright? I say! Get this old she-wolf to take her claws away!”
I nodded to get Master Mary to let go of her hand. Then, I waved my hand and gave Adele two more lashes.
“Watch your mouth. Even if I cut off your tongue, I have a way to keep you talking.”
Adele quieted down unwillingly.
“Now, ” I asked. “Tell me everything you know about the prophetic witches and the Eye of Insight.”
“I don’t know much,” Adele said in a low voice. “The prophetic bloodline is too rare, comparable to the pure white witches, so I’ve never seen any prophetic sorcerer before. It’s rumored that there’s a prophet wizard living in seclusion at the edge of the elf forest, but very few people have seen him in the past few decades.”
My heart clenched. Could this reclusive sorcerer be Dorothy’s father?
“Continue,” I gestured.
Adele thought for a moment and said, “There are not many records of prophetic sorcerers in ancient books. Although they are called sorcerers, they don’t believe in satan, and they rarely live with other sorcerers. This community is very closed. Many things are only known among them.
“Most of what the outside world knows about them comes from the Supreme Witch Mullvica, from 300 years ago. She’s a mixed-blood of a prophet witch and a human. To escape the pursuit of the human church, she came to the New World and ended up in a witch clan in the Rocky Mountains, leaving behind a little bit of information about the prophetic witch.
“Mullvica has the Eye of Insight, a powerful ability that can see through the most honest inside of a creature without any effort. No disguise can hide from its observation. It is said that the first witch with the Eye of Insight was the descendant of the goddess of fate’s incarnation in the human world.”
After saying that, she looked at me scornfully and continued, “However, any powerful force comes with a huge price, let alone a mortal body that can withstand the power of a god. Mullvica became a Supreme Witch at a young age, but she passed away before she was forty.
“Because she couldn’t find a way to control the Eye of Insight all her life, she could only let the cursed blessing absorb her life force. From her eyes to her life, she had no choice but to sacrifice everything to the Eye of Insight until she was completely swallowed.
“So, don’t waste your energy, little girl.” Adele laughed out loud. “There is no way to control the Eye of Insight. Whoever gets it will have to die!”
I grabbed her by the collar and asked, “You’re lying! You satan’s lackey, do you think you have your master’s silver tongue? I know you’re lying to me!”
Adele said indifferently, “Really? Poor lady, if I’m lying to you, why didn’t the detection spell alert you? You know very well whether I’m telling the truth, so stop deceiving yourself.”
Why didn’t this damn detection spell make any sound?! Why wasn’t it telling me that the witch was lying?
This could only mean that Adele wasn’t lying at all. Her understanding of the prophetic sorcerers and the Eye of Insight was true. There was really no way to control the Eye of Insight.
Master Mary looked over worriedly.
In the end, I forced myself to calm down and said to Adele coldly, “You’re lucky, witch.”
I didn’t want to show my weak side in front of the enemy, so I dropped the whip and strode out of the dungeon.
