DROPPED | A Witches Garden

six

There had been another bomb.

One that detonated earlier than the other ones.

The novel had mentioned how there had been one bomb that had detonated a bit earlier than the rest. And soon all the others would follow.

The others would detonate in around ten minutes. That would be more than enough time for the knights to take care of the other bombs. But with the large fire at the east of the city, their focus would most likely be on that.

I could take care of the large fire while they stopped all the other bombs from detonating. But how was I supposed to tell them that? Would they even listen to me? No, of course they wouldn't.

But there was someone they would listen to. Even if they didn't fully understand his orders.

Roye Finnsweld.

I needed to find him. I had to find him.

I ran around, searching for that glowing white hair. Going faster and faster as the red fire that was at the corner of my eye kept on getting brighter and brighter. Aiding to my rising anxiety.

I had to hurry.

The fire was spreading.

Far away stood a man, commanding all the knights for what they had to do. His expression was stern.

Those golden eyes.

It was him.

I ran up to him, pushing through all the other knights even if they pointed their weapons at me.

Someone grabbed my arm and pulled me back but I screamed at them to let me go. With my free hand I let down my hood and looked straight into Roye's eyes.

If I faced him as Elietta Pumchell, then maybe, just maybe he'd listen.

He raised his hand, signaling for the man to let me go. I stumbled forward and grabbed Roye by the arm.

"Follow me."

"Why?"

"Haaaa, just do it— please."

"I don't have time for your flirting."

The knights behind snickered.

"For the love of— Roye. You either follow me or more people will die."

He stayed silent. Eyeing my expression, then yanked his arm away from my grip.

"Don't take too long."

I rolled my eyes. "Tell the knights that they need to stay here and to gather any knights that went to deal with the fire."

"Why would I—"

"Do it."

He sighed and then turned away. Telling the knights what I'd told him and they all gave him a confused expression but still listened. Some went away, but only so that they could gather the ones near the fire.

We got to a dark alleyway and I stood in front of him.

I turned around and went closer to him, holding his face between my fingers and leaning my face closer to his.

"Sorry."

My lips met his and I could tell he was too stunned to back away.

I didn't have enough time to make small talk while casting my spell, I needed it to happen as fast as possible.

I backed away and looked him in the eyes.

"Tell your knights to ignore the fire and to only take care of the other bombs. The man who caused all this already told you guys where the other bombs are right?"

"Yes..."

"Good."

I pointed to the exit of the alleyway. "Now leave."

He turned around and rushed to his knights as I ran to where the fire took place.

It had spread but there didn't seem to have been any people around so it didn't seem like many people had been hurt. Thank goodness.

I raised my hands and closed my eyes. I could feel the energy flowing to my fingertips. While I did have Elietta's skills, I hadn't been in her body long enough to do everything she could. I couldn't make something into nothing.

If I wanted to get rid of the fire I would need to turn it into something else.

Water.

The words of the spell escaped my lips as a silent whisper with ease.

I put all my focus into my words and the feelings of my hands. Block all other feelings. Block other noise. Focus on me, only me.

And when I opened my eyes again the bright, blinding light from the fire was gone. All that was left was the smell of charcoal and darkness from the night sky.

The houses were ruined. But compared to the scale of the damage in the actual novel, this was nothing.

The roads and houses would be able to be repaired at a much faster rate than in the novel. I slumped down and sat at the edge of a charred house. I'd actually done it. I'd somehow saved the city. The other knights would come here soon but I didn't want to move.

Just a moment of rest. That's all.

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As I laid in my bed snacking on the food the maids had brought I realized just how much trouble I had put myself in.

While I'd put a spell on myself before taking off my hood to make sure the other knights wouldn't know who I was. I'd still made it so it wouldn't affect Roye. Since I needed him to now.

During that... urm, kiss... I'd hit him with a spell that would jumble his memories and something similar to what I'd hit the bomber with so it'd be hard for him to remember who I was.

But there was one large problem.

Roye had been blessed by the angels and Gods.

In this world, just like how witches existed, angels and demons did too. And while a normal human could never equate to their power they could still tap into a bit of it. Especially if they had been chosen by said demon or angel. And that is what had happened to Roye. The angels had blessed him, causing him to have some superhuman abilities like super strength, amazing hearing, being skilled at nearly everything after practicing for a short while and so much more.

But that wasn't what worried me. No, what worried me was that people blessed or cursed by the angels or demons are more immune to spells cast by witches.

The novel never went into deep detail as for how immune they were but the fact they're even slightly immune is enough to fill me with anxiety.

I'd been so filled with anxiety and adrenaline because of the fire that I had forgotten that detail.

Going from memory, Roye seemed affected by my spell but he may have broken out of it afterwards. And the lingering effects from the memory spell may not have worked at all.

If he remembered anything detrimental then he'd know I'm a witch for sure.

No way I was gonna die after something like this... right??!

Ugh.

There was nothing I could do about it except lay down and hope for the best.

I'd just have to believe in the skill Elietta had as a witch.

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When I woke up from my nap the maids stood surrounding me with gleeful expressions.

"M'lady! M'lady! Great news!"

My words slurred from having just woken up. "Hhuhhh... what...?" I got up and rubbed my eyes. "What's... the occasion?"

One of the maids grabbed my hands and pulled me off the bed. She let out a loud laugh. "It's Roye Finnsweld! He's here!"

Huh.