Young Master Damien's Pet (WN)
chapter-349

With Penelope's few words that she spared to let him know what her mother and she had spoken, Damien had understood that the lady was a goner. He already knew that she had no guilt or self remorse for what she had tried to do with her daughter and with the opportunity that present to her, she would do it over and over again until Penny rested in the coffin box.

He peered at Penny through his glasses who was reading the book since they had returned back in the room. Since they had returned back from the forest she had immersed herself in finding more about the massacre and how to unbind it.

When he had enquired, Penny had said, 'She said she met you here. The last time you visited Woville. When she was having a fight with another black witch.'

His eyes had narrowed, remembering the woman he had helped, thinking she was a black witch. The situation was presented in front of him in a way that it shadowed the possibility of her mother being a black witch and he had shot the other black witch. Misunderstanding that she was a human, he should have known though. Penelope had acquired her acting skills from none other than her very own mother. The woman had played the part well.

"I studied the winds and its direction," Penny pulled away from the book to look up at Damien, "The massacre is taking place not just by the full moon's presence but the color of the moon needs to turn golden in color," she placed her finger on the parchment of the book and running it from left to right, "A full moon's course lasts up to three nights. The first moon is the formation of the moon, the white moon and then the golden moon which is the process of how it turns up every night. Though the witches can make use of the white moon, it is the full moon that allows the white or the black witch to channel the power of nature to its fullest which is impactful compared to the other moons."

"We already have a full moon awaiting for us tonight," Damien commented to have her nod in agreement.

"But we don't know which day of the full moon it is. If it is the first, the second, third or the fourth," Penny pointed out the hurdle which they had to work on right now.

The weather had been cloudy not just in Bonelake but also in the other four lands. Another thing was that they had no idea if the clouds would drift away from each other.

"Lord Herbert said he would send some of his men to guard the town but even with many people to guard, we don't know if the black witches had already reached the town and have infiltrated all around for the process to take place. Finding witches right by barging in every place right now is hard and it will only increase the panic in the public which will turn chaotic."

"What are we going to do then?"

"The Lord said that he would be sending some of the last witches who were the apprentice of the first generation white witches. There aren't many who were left who could put in a spell to catch the witches and right now they are roaming in the town in search of the black witches," he filled her in with what was going on.

Penny tried to understand, hoping it would work, "But they will know…" her eyebrows knit together in a frown, "The black witches can cheat their way out of it before the white witches even decide to make their move," it was because while the white witches couldn't identify who the black witches were, it wasn't the same when it came to the black witches. The black witches had a good amount of advantage to fool the white witches. Their ability to detect and their access to the forbidden magic which they would use and she knew it.

"We can only hope that the white witches do their job and don't fall flat on the floor dead," Damien stood up from the chair he had been sitting on, going to the extra trunk which he had carried where he unlatched and unlocked it.

Penny had to tilt her head to have a better view of what was in the trunk. There were large black pouches and she didn't have to ask to know that there was blood in there. There were around eight to nine of them where Damien now picked up two bags out of it. Turning the knob at the top he started to drink from it. Finishing one in less than two minutes and the next one in the same duration of time.

She saw him lick his bloody lips.

They had traveled back and forth using his ability, it was only known that he would need to replenish his energy by drinking the blood to keep his thirst away so that the corruption wouldn't act up.

Damien threw the empty pouches into the trunk to say, "Also, we have you," he grinned tipping his chin up.

Penny didn't know how Damien could count on her when she knew nothing.

"You have high hopes on me," she said when he pulled his chair closer to her and sat.

"I do. I believe that if the opportunity presented where I was about to die out of corruption, you would somehow find a way and bring me back."

"And what if I can't? What then?"

"Then you let me die and say you tried your best. Don't tell me you wouldn't," he narrowed down his eyes suspiciously.

"How can I not bring you back, it would be a great offense and everyone would miss you."

"That is true. I am a very missable person. Did I tell you I miss myself sometimes and then I realize I am right here," and he laughed.