To His Hell and Back-Chapter 287: I See My Reflection-II

When she walked through the halls, Arabella could see the lingering gaze that stopped at her. It didn’t bother her. At first it does, but recalling Donna’s words, she understood that there was no use in being accepted by everyone when none of them were someone who she should care about. But for some odd reasons, it bothers her.

Not their words, rather how her senses were.

Usually she couldn’t hear people whispering in such a low murmur, but today... she could.

No, even worse, Arabella could even feel that her legs were lighter, that if she wanted to, she could perhaps ran even faster than ever in her entire life.

She also felt uncomfortable by how the slightest rustle of the wind would tickle her ears or how sharp her eyes were to spot the maids who were so far away from her.

Feeling spooked, Arabella rubbed her neck.

"Where are we going?" She asked him and Renald seemed to take her uncomfortableness as a sign that she was worried about the people in this side of the castle, knowing that all of them could at any time turn their weapons against her under Cassius’s absence.

He answered with a hum, "The dungeon, well not His Highness’s dungeon but a dungeon where we mostly keep our researches at."

"Research," she repeated and quietly followed Renald who had opened a door from a wall.

It startled her but she learned now that some rooms weren’t always with a door. Most often than not, it was a wall that could be open by a trick, perhaps to ensure that the place wouldn’t be entered by someone uninvited.

The following passage that greeted her was dim and humid. The place was extremely cold with draft but it seems like a perfect temperature to keep medicine in the long run.

Renald only stop after what felt like an hour of walking, he momentarily paused in front of a door before opening it with a gold key.

She could hear instantly how the person from inside the room was stirred from the chair to stand upon hearing their arrival.

When she looked pass Renald and the door, she saw a man with a wide smile. His face was... to put it to a simple term, quite pretty.

Hair that reached to his neck, his fair skin that seemed to have never seen the sun and the small build that could mistook him as a girl.

But... his eyes.

That was the most important feature of the man- the bright green eyes that seemed alive- the one that seemed to be burning, a trait that only sorcerers would have.

"I am a sorcerer," answered Lastor at once, as if he had seen what was across her head.

Shocked, she turned to Renald as she knew how dangerous sorcerers were.

As if expecting this, Renald smiled, "An ally and also your teacher from now. He told us that he is confident that he could help you learn everything about yourself under three days."

"Three?!"

The surprising yelp didn’t come from her even though it was supposed to. Rather, it had came from Lastor who had gasped.

"You said a week..."

"We have urgent situation right now," Renald didn’t smile when he spoke to Lastor but when he looked at her again, his smile was akin to a blue fur large dog that would act cute in front of his favorite master and mistress. "You don’t have to worry about anything and pour yourself into the studying you need, my lady."

Arabella could see from the corner of her eyes how Lastor seemed to try and reason to himself that he could really teach her under three days and seeing him for a while, Arabella felt as if she had seen him somewhere.

"Have we met?" She asked at once and hearing this, Lastor’s eyes seemed to be widened.

He slowly turned his head toward her, almost as if he had been shot by an arrow.

"No," he answered, "But do you feel familiar with me?"

"A little," she answered, "Not in a sense that I’ve seen you, but that somewhere we have passed each other."

"That’s a fine wording," Lastor answered and a hint of sadness was noticed by her. "After all, you were build by her and I was there most of the time to help her, perhaps that was when you felt my presence."

"Build?" She frowned, "Are you saying that I was a product of magic?"

Renald was taken aback slightly by how quick Arabella had grasped the situation. He knew she was quick on the feet but it seems that she’s also quick to catch.

"Not entirely," Lastor slowly reached out his hand to the chair in front of him that seemed to have been kept by him for this purpose. "You were made from magic of the first witch but your soul and body doesn’t come from magic, it came from your mother’s womb. A part of you were made to be stronger than anyone else but that doesn’t make you a monster or a crafted product."

"Whatever was made is still a product isn’t it?" She asked him and as if caught, Lastor could only show a small smile.

"True but you cannot deny the love that your mother pour to take care of you," Lastor then reach out his hands, "May I have your wrists?"

Arabella nodded and extended her hand, feeling Lastor short fingers wrapped around her wrists while he closed his eyes.

He seemed to be tracing for something...

"Your magic is worse than I expected," muttered the man which made her startled.

"You mean weak?" Arabella whispered and Lastor opened his eyes with wide eyes.

"No!" He firmly denied, "In no way is it weak! It’s powerful, so powerful that in fact it’s about to burst and that’s dangerous. I knew that you were strong, it’s no secret after all, it’s just that.. I didn’t expect that it would be this powerful."

"Burst?" Arabella then recalled something, "I heard that all witches’ powers came from demons. What demon did the previous witch contracted?"