The Overlords Witch {BL}

Chapter 10 - Exposed

He is actually a very clever man, he used to strategically deal with court problems. Even in utter despair he could grasp and use a situation to his utter advantage. That's is why he was such a successful person, his knowledge, ability and looks were all top-notch. However, now he was reduced to nothing but a pathetic criminal, thanks to that witch.

"Do you know what that means, we can get out of here" he exclaimed ecstatically.

"We can?"

"What of course with that fire it's possible and I'm sure someone like you has one or two more tricks up their sleeve. Furthermore, you owe me for ruining me."

The witch seemed to catch on "you want me to help you"

"Yes, these chains that bind me, can you break them? " he asked nervously, remembering the ferocity of the flames.

"Yes"

He approached the man and right under the man's nose he realised something "you are naked?"

"Yes?"

"And you're not a girl" he pointed at the glaringly obvious answer to his question.

"I'm a male!"

"Of course," the man coughed awkwardly "excuse me" he looked away feeling a sort of betrayal.

Up close the witch could see the man's face more clearly, if he were to describe it he would say the man is somewhat comforting with soft relaxing features. Finished with gorgeous long blonde hair loosely falling onto his shoulders.

He once again reignited his fire through his hands Just burning through his palms, the blue flames looked concentrated and divine it wasn't as spread out and reckless as it was before.

The man was unexpectedly not hurt at all by the blue flames, on the contrary, it felt very soothing in fact. Before long the chains, one by one began to clank onto the floor as each of them fell off.

Since getting the shackles off was an easy job burning the cell bars was an even easier mission the man easily convinced the witch to once again use his fire. The man couldn't help but feel the witch was more than essential to his escape.

Although it was called a dungeon the man was aware that it differed from the regular type of dungeon and knew how exactly to escape unnoticed. There were two main pathways and the man ventured out to the seemingly narrower of the two.

He looked back behind him and the witch remained still. "Are you a halfwit? Follow me closely" he spoke carefully in a restrained tone, trying his best not to sound too annoyed. The witch did as he said and hobbled after him nervously the man noticed the witch's strange disposition; but knew it wasn't the time to think too deeply into it, as every second spent on leaving was precious.

With the man leading and practically dragging the witch along with him they manage to bypass several guards unnoticed.

At one point the witch almost got caught but the man still needing the witch's power desperately knocked the guard out with heavy wood he'd found.

The man noticed somethings about the witch when he was caught and he didn't fight back or struggle in any way, despite the raw display of power he'd witnessed. It was strange that he didn't utilise it. Why with all that power did he not fight back? It is as if he was purposefully trying to get caught. But the answer soon became apparent to the man.

"Is he okay?"

"it doesn't matter forget about him" he pulled the witches thin wrist, he still needed the witch's power.

"No, let me heal him", leaving somebody injured felt almost sickening the witch couldn't help but save people, as it is his nature.

There was simply no time bother about others, but the witch simply wouldn't budge, the man tried another tactic "He's fine but if we stay here I won't be fine" he faced the witch with desperation.

The witch felt strongly compelled.

"I need you desperately, so help me" the man continued to urge him.

"You need me?" the witch was stimulated by those words.

"Desperately," he said.

The witch closed his pink eyes tightly and let himself get carried away the man's hand.

It was bright the moon glowed in the sky, and everything outside was a heavy sense of liberation. Bathing in the moonlight the man was felt soothed but when he looked back at the witch something was once again brought to his immediate attention.

The witch was completely exposed.

"Cover yourself with something Witch" he couldn't even properly face the witch's direction as there was a very distracting view in his eyes. The witch understood completely this was something that Dez kept warning and reminding him to do, despite the fact Dez too considered clothing to be a nuisance.

The witch opened his pink eyes widely as if in trance and whispered something indecipherable to the man's ears. An outwardly long and decretive loincloth draped from around his waist to the floor with two slits on each leg but his top half still bare. The man marvelled at the sight the dark emerald of the green contrasted beautifully with the black hair and the silver décor could only be described as fitting.

This look was supposed to be for women as it was a type of look practised by the northerner nomadic tribes, but on the witch, it was somehow fitting.

'Shit before he knew he wasted five minutes pointlessly admiring something corrupt' they ran quite a distance away from the palace but they ran into a literal wall.

It was large, too large in fact just by the sight the man felt like giving up, as it was challenging a task to climb. "Do you have any method to overcome this" he tried.

"We can fly"

"Fly, do you mean like a bird. Is that possible?" the man seemed to quickly recover his previous broken spirit.

"Yes" the witch nodded, flying was a bit challenging for him, also Dez always forbade him to, but at the moment he actually wanted to do something useful.