Chapter 67 I told you he's mentally unstable
“Show some respect!” Evan snapped.
“She is a queen,” she reminded him.
Simon felt as if his head was about to fall off.
“Let’s settle how to handle this issue. For now, I think we should all head to Raphael’s house,” Ezekiel suggested, still maintaining his calm facade.
“Why?” Ella was quick to ask. She wasn’t ready to go there, as she felt weird staying around the Duke of Greenwave land. She bet he would feel uneasy too. When two powerful rulers meet, the air always stirs uneasily.
“Because he is the—” Simon was about to answer, but before he could finish his statement, Isabella was already slamming the main door to the mansion. Evan’s eyes dropped.
She knew that Isabella didn’t want to go.
“Let the coachman prepare the carriage. We’ll go see Raphael,” Zeke declared before standing up. He glanced at Simon, then his gaze traveled all the way to Evan. Surprisingly, he saw those light brown eyes glaring at him.
What have I done wrong? he asked himself inwardly. Shrugging his shoulders, he asked,
“Don’t you want to go?”
She gave him a nod.
“I’d love to see Raphael. But does she have to?” Evan’s eyebrows knitted, waiting for his thoughts.
Zeke hesitated, then cleared his throat awkwardly.
“She has to. We are just going to discuss, nothing else. Raphael won’t harm anyone…” He wasn’t done speaking when Evan shook her head and left. He breathed out harshly, looked up at the ceiling, then glared at the redhead.
“This is all your fault. Get moving.”
“What? What is all my fault?” Simon asked, pretending not to know what was going on. A wide grin was on his face.
“A psycho indeed,” said Zeke before walking out of the sitting room.
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They took two carriages for the journey and arrived at Lord Raphael’s mansion three hours later. Raphael welcomed his guests and offered them all tea. Of course, everyone accepted it except Isabella. Raphael insisted, but she refused. Evan sipped her tea as if it meant the world; she even asked the servant to hand over Isabella’s share, saying she would drink on her behalf.
“The Queen of Witches is quite interesting,” Lord Raphael complimented. Isabella just sat there.
“Why are you still in disguise? You should show your true form. This way we all will feel comfortable,” he added, taking a gulp of his tea.
“Raphael, does that even matter? We have a more important case!” Zeke snapped, displeased.
“No matter what, Zeke, I’m still the lord. I’ll decide which topic we will discuss.”
Hearing this from Raphael, Ella chanted a spell and immediately changed back to the silver-haired witch.
Simon’s mouth dropped. His expression showed a wider grin.
He had heard she was the Silver Witch Queen from Lord Raphael but hadn’t seen her true form. Seeing her now and comparing her attitude, he found her very intriguing.
“Now, let’s discuss what I’m here for. If you’ll are here to throw a party, I’ll be leaving,” said Isabella, standing up to leave, only to be stopped by Lord Raphael. He grabbed her by the hand…
“Why the rush? Take your seat, my dear,” he smiled warmly at her, making Isabella sit back down.
Is he trying to get her into his bed? thought Simon to himself. After all, that was who Lord Raphael truly was.
“Lord Raphael, please. I can also help—just explain to us in detail,” said Evan, smiling as she looked into Isabella’s eyes, who was sitting opposite her.
“I think Evan is right. She’s my subordinate and will follow me no matter where I go.”
That was absolutely true. Staying in the witches’ territory, she now belonged to them. She had fought for them, and they claimed her as their own. They gave her a place to live and fed her.
The white witches classified her as one of their own.
“Isabella is the Witch Queen. Do you also want to investigate this poisonous potion with her?” Lord Raphael asked Evan.
Hmph! This centuries-old man. Does he think I’m a kid? Just because he is an old vampire? Thought Evan. Her lips moved to say something, but Isabella was fast to speak.
“Lord Raphael, what do you think? She’s one of my people. Without her, I can’t do this investigation. I need someone to accompany me.”
Smart Ella. Just as I thought! Evan giggled within. She was so blessed to have met Ella. She knew she couldn’t compare to Isabella’s status, but… she felt like Isabella was her home.
Meanwhile, Zeke’s face was on fire immediately when Isabella said Evan was one of her own.
“So? What do you think that potion was made of, Witch Queen? Just a little prediction. We’d like to hear,” said Simon. His face irritated not only Ella but Evan as well. Evan felt a sudden urge to punch it.
“I really can’t predict anything at the moment. Normally, strong poisonous things are made of souls,” Isabella replied.
“Hmm, souls,” Lord Raphael repeated.
“Well said. I heard there was a bunch of kids missing in the capital. They were gone for ten days and later found all dead, hanging on a tree in the woods. I think those children’s blood was used to make this potion,” Evan said.
“Makes sense,” Zeke remarked. “After all, witches just love chanting strange, weird things and killing for power,” he added.
“Duke Ezekiel, this isn’t the time to say such things. Let’s focus on finding a solution to this,” said Isabella through gritted teeth. Simon just watched with a wide grin on his face.
“Here’s what will happen: we should invade their territory tonight,” Zeke suggested, but before he could breathe another word…
“Pfft, as if they have a visible territory,” Simon interrupted.
“Simon, are you here to help or to talk? I don’t mind fixing your mouth.”
“Haha, Zeke, calm down. I’m trying to help,” said Simon, still smiling.
Evan wondered whether he was mentally stable.
“It doesn’t cost much, just a few teals of silver. Plus, I heard he’s really good at stuff like this,” Evan suddenly said.
Surprised, Zeke raised a brow. “How do you mean?”
“Trust me. Treatment is just a week, and he’s the best doctor. Try taking Simon there. Get his head checked first, and he’ll recommend which treatment to take,” Evan added.
“You!!! What are you implying?!” Simon stood up, roaring at her.
“I told you. He’s mentally unstable."