Somewhere in Canreal
"Where is she?"
"We sent her the message, Irma."
"And has she responded?"
"...Not as of the moment."
Irma put down her golden goblet and summoned a Lower Mage to the table. "Send another pigeon to the Philippines. We have to have her with us around this table. This instant!"
The Lower Mage nodded and scrambled out of the room. The other High Enchanters, Mages, and Sorcerers shook their heads at the frustration that Irma, their Highest-seated Enchantress, was showing because one measly witch couldn't show up at a quarterly meeting.
"Irma, do we really need her?" Akori, one of the High Sorcerers, said. "She is not even due to fully become a witch in six months, isn't she?"
"She is the only one who could carry her last name. If she is not here, then who should be?"
"Her grandmother seems fit. Isn't she still in Skanderyn?" Merada, one of the high Mages, raised. Irma almost flattened her goblet.
"That old mage is in prison, haven't you heard?! We need that girl to listen in this table's proceedings or I swear to Merlin I will bring hell on that country she chose to stay in!"
The entire room reverberated her growl, sending chills down everyone's spine despite their powerful natures. No one may dare to cross Irma Merlin, especially not one from a witch family who has lost their stature in their society.
"Bring me her. NOW!"
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BINABASA MO ANG
A Witch's Crime
FantasyA terrible threat is surrounding Canreal, the land of witches. But the only remaining relative able to help and quell this storm is partying in the world of humans. Rus Duvela cares no more about Canreal, given the death of their mother and the impr...
