22 Chapter 22: Seduction Technique (1/2)

SALEM: I didn't have a way with words. That was Elina's skill. But she was saying nothing, so I handled things my way.

I said, ”You're not a merchant, are you?”

Behind me, I heard Elina sigh. With disappointment. Maybe I ruined her fun. Or maybe she wished I was more subtle.

Syrus said, ”What makes you think that?”

I pointed out everything that was wrong with his lie. He smiled and nodded. In a flash he drew his sword and pointed it at my throat. His wife, Julia, aimed an arrow at Elina.

Fast. Faster than me. Instinct told me that he was a skilled fighter. Maybe better than me. But he took the initiative and therefore had the advantage. However I wasn't dead yet. Which meant he didn't intend to kill — at least for now.

I stayed still. So did Elina. But her eyes were curious.

Syrus said, ”But your lie is just as bad...hmm, fellow witch hunter?”

Fellow?

”You're a witch hunter?” I asked.

”Mm-hmm. But the question is...why are you traveling with a witch and calling her your wife?”

I raised an eyebrow. Elina's disguise was perfect. She was the stereotypical towns girl. One out of millions. I glanced at her. No sign of magic. She was just like a human.

Which meant that Syrus was bluffing. But why would he try to bluff about something like this?

I said, ”My wife isn't a witch.”

Syrus wrinkled his nose. ”Don't make a fool of me. Can't you smell it? Her magic is everywhere in this hut.” He licked his lips. ”I can taste it.”

I glanced back at Elina. She shrugged and shook her head.

I've never heard of a witch hunter who could smell magic with his nose. I've heard of dogs who could do that, but not men.

He wasn't a dog, but I guess he wasn't bluffing either. No point in keeping up this lie if it has gone this far already.

I said, ”Alright. Yes, she is a witch.”