78 Questions of the sly fox- Part 1 (2/2)
”Yes. The priest was an average human with no white witch blood. No one knew how he got through to be a priest.”
”White witches aren't welcomed in any of the empire yet. Usually they are monitored very closely by the council of the assigned higher up who govern the town. Just because of one slip up that doesn't mean it's going to be the same everywhere,” he stated reaching the carriage. The coachman opened the door and both Heidi and Nicholas got in, ”The priests in Bonelake are all white witches and I can assure you they have been checked thoroughly. Yet if you feel its unsafe, you can always come to tell me. I have been told that I am a very good listener,” he beamed.
Confessing her thoughts to the same person whom she had sinned with wouldn't be right, thought Heidi to herself.
When the carriage began to move, she spoke, ”I thought you were going to pray too,” she heard him chuckle at what she said.
”You might find a church in every town of Bonelake but you will very few vampires willing to go there. The conflicts between the vampires and humans hasn't ended yet. It is a different topic that most of them don't believe in God but most of my kind don't believe that no harm would be caused to them by humans. Decades ago, humans and vampires fought against each other. Like how the black witches are killing humans in the name of massacre rituals, humans tried killing vampires while vampires fed on humans in the open,” Nicholas explained, his unwavering gaze looking outside the carriage's window, ”Vampires are sensitive to holy water.”
”So it is true. Holy water can harm you,” Heidi murmured.
”That depends,” he replied turning his eyes on her, ”The severity of harm holy water can do is different for all the vampires. The half vampires who are turned and who are born cannot handle it because it basically it dissipates the flesh. A human will need to immerse a normal vampire to inflict the same amount of pain as the half vampire.”
”What about the pure bloods?”
”Nothing. It doesn't make any difference to us,” he answered her question, ”I am not interested in churches except for the beauty of the design the building holds. If I was, I would have to visit the church every two day for my sins,” he joked, his deep red eyes twinkling with merriment.
After a while, she asked, ”Do you think it will ever end? The conflicts I mean.” Sure the truce was made for that but she wondered if it would make any difference.
The invitation for the engagement had been limited to only official and family members but the news had been spread everywhere, enough to reach every local town across the four empires. It was publicity stunt, gaining many people's attention just like the council and the lord had anticipated.
”One day, maybe.”