Chapter 50 The fight
All the witches halted their moves, their eyes wide in awe. The wind blew, shifting the strands of her hair across Evan's face and behind her eyes, making her look like a badass villainess.
“Yay!That’s my girl!” Ella praised as she watched the scene.
The leader of the ritual grew angrier with each passing second,her face squeezed into a deep frown. Her eyes grew darker as she clenched her fists.
“Attack!”Her voice rang out as dozens of witches leaped in Evan's direction. The ritual they were performing halted as the witches began fighting Evan. Evan didn’t bother using her icy weapons. She stretched her neck, preparing herself for a fight, and cracked her knuckles, making sure they were straight to be able to punch hard any idiot who came her way.
One came first, sending a punch to Evan's face. Evan did nothing and took the punch, which only sent her staggering one step back.
“Ah!Is that all you've got? Not fair,” she said, using her leg to kick the witch, sending her to God knows where.
Others came using weapons like knives.She dodged every one of them, making sure no one could get close with their weapons alive.
She made sure to break their bones. Ella could hear their bones cracking from the hard punches Evan was sending. The impact was undeniably fast.
Evan had made sure to wear pants beneath the cloak.She knew this was what she was here for: to fight those idiots.
One flew from the air,turning into a bat and descending toward Evan. She was busy handling three witches, so she quickly stretched her hand up, releasing icy blades. They pierced the bat’s body, which fell to the ground not too far from Evan.
Little by little, she killed all the witches, leaving only the leader of the ritual.
Evan stared at her with a wide grin.
“Hmm,you guys are so weak. I thought I was dealing with tough people. Turns out you guys only survive with potions. Haha, and… and meat for ritual. Am I right?” Evan asked the black witch, who only shivered uncontrollably.
“Tell me something,dear,” she said, walking closer to the witch.
“Who is your queen?”she asked, seeing the witch let out a little laugh.
“You want to know my queen?Seems like you're inviting death to your young self,” the witch said. She was about a century old, uglier than a duckling.
“Yes, dear. We definitely are inviting death,” Ella stepped out, transforming into her true form. Her silver hair glowed under the dark night.
Seeing the white witch queen made the black witch gasp in awe.
“You…you!Do you still exist? Do the white witches still have a queen and a bloodline?” she stammered.
“Unfortunately,yes,” Evan replied. This made the witch’s jaw drop open.
“I…I…I'll be sure to inform my queen,” said the black witch, still in awe.
“As if we would let you leave here alive,”
Evan mocked. The black witch released a black smoke into the air.
“The destroyer,the destroyer I summon you!” she said as more smoke came from her palms.
Seeing this made Ella frown.She began vocalizing something. Evan watched Ella as she sang, and in no time the black smoke disappeared into thin air.
The black witch’s eyes widened in surprise.She was momentarily baffled.
“Ella,you know Ezekiel will be back at dawn. I want to get home before dawn,” with that, she stretched her hand toward the witch, releasing many icy blades that sank into the witch’s body, completely tearing her apart.
“I guess the ritual is ruined. Good job, Evan,” Ella praised. She took something out of her cloak, spreading it where the ritual had been performed.
“The council will handle the dead bodies tomorrow morning.Come on, let's go.”
…
Ezekiel knelt where the so-called fake Evan was buried.His face was as strong and cold as ice. His lips were unmoving. It seemed his heart stood still.
“Ezekiel,it's raining,” Lord Raphael’s voice spoke behind him.
Ezekiel ignored his words.He wasn't in the mood to say a word or face Lord Raphael.
“If you loved her that much,why did you demand her execution?” Lord Raphael asked. Sadly, he didn't get any reply from the boy. Ezekiel took the rose, kissed it, and then placed it on the grave.
“I'm sorry,” he mumbled. A lone tear rolled from his eyes down his cheeks and then landed on the gravestone. This was the very first time Lord Raphael had seen this boy cry. Even when his father died, he didn't cry. When his little sister died, he was very depressed, but Ezekiel didn't cry.
When his mother died,it was very heartbreaking, but again, no tears fell from his eyes. Lord Raphael was now convinced that this girl had stolen his heart, and it wasn't something that would heal easily.
He had been standing there for the entire night.
“I am sorry,so sorry,” he added before standing up from the ground. Turning to Lord Raphael, he muttered,
“Let's go.”They both went into the carriage together, leaving the cemetery.
The carriage ride lasted only fifteen minutes.When he reached the Donovan mansion, the carriage dropped him at the front gate. Lord Raphael bid him goodbye, but Ezekiel said nothing. He immediately went into the mansion. His garment was a long black shirt and black trousers. His black hair was messy.
When he got to the front door,he placed his hand on the doorknob, turning it open. The first thing he did was climb the stairs to the second floor of the mansion. He went to Evan's room, opening the door harshly. He saw the girl sleeping peacefully like an angel. He walked toward the bed, taking a seat beside her. Staring at her for five good minutes, he used his hand to brush her hair in an oh-so-calm manner.
A smile tugged at her lips. “Peaceful,” he mumbled. He was trying to let go of Evan and just look at this girl.
He wanted to leave the past.Now that he thought about it, he could absolutely relate to her character. It was Evan who once had this attitude.
And then he did something shocking to Evan.Bending down, he landed a kiss on her forehead.