122 Painted memories- Part 2 (2/2)
”Very well, Sir Reuben. How about you?” she asked him.
”Good actually. We have finally solved the mystery with the witch's lair and the problems that have been occurring with the massacre of the towns. Things should settle down in a week,” the old man replied, the crease lines on his forehead gave away the journey of time he had in life, a half vampire by birth, Reuben was one of the many men who took in the appearance of the Lord of the Bonelake the way he was.
”That's good to hear.”
”Indeed it is,” Lord Nicholas piped in, ”Reuben here is looking to rest once all the matters in the south settles down.”
”True that. I hope to see you in Mythweald. Good day to both of you.”
Heidi saw the councilman get inside the carriage which was pulled in front of the mansion. The coachman closed the door to the carriage, hopping on to his seat. As the carriage began moving, she felt Nicholas come to stand next to her.
”When are you supposed to leave for South?” she asked Nicholas once the carriage disappeared from sight.
”Probably by next week. All of us who are taking part in this have been asked to wait for a signal. A small mistake might alert the ones who are not supposed to know,” he answered.
”Seems like a big fight,” Heidi remarked and the turned to see him staring at her, ”W-what is it?”
”Nothing at all. I was only admiring you,” he smiled and then walked inside with her, ”We actually haven't found the witch's lair. What Reuben meant was that we will be creating one. The Valerian lord has a plan. According to his insights, there's going to be a mass murder again and the queen bee is right there.”
”Queen bee?”
”The one who is orchestrating these massacres. It's going to be one of the biggest massacre in history of the four empires and we need all people who can fight them. After all witches are tricky people,” Stanley walked towards them with a tray and Nicholas picked the glass before dismissing him.
”Do you think all witches are bad?” she asked him. Nicholas raised his brow, staring at her and spoke after taking a sip from the glass.