“…heh…” Annebelle sat down in the room, looking up at Abigail. her voice was surprisingly slow and smooth. “I’m sorry I drank your potion, miss… I can pay it back to you later…thank you for the milk…” She took it and smiled.
A strange warm feeling can be felt in your stomach.
(The warm feeling will start from the stomach, before spreading to the spine, to the neck before hitting the throat, thereby then you will be able to speak. The whole process will take about 18 hours. The feeling will dissapate after 5 hours after that.)
“Mmm.” Abigail reacts.
Under the table, there is a drawing of two adults and a young child. That child seems to resemble Abigail.
Abigail puts in some ingredients into the brewing stand.
“Stay here for now, I’ll bring you where you need to go tomorrow.” She says to Lucy. “You need to rest.”
“I’ll bring her over,” Abigail says to Annebelle. She walks out of the hut towards the town square.
Annebelle nodded slowly…looking at Abigail walk off. She then glanced at the picture, laying down next to it. Grea was doing some paperwork Inside the town hall, frowning and biting her feather’s tip.
Abigail walks into the town square and makes her way towards the town hall.
She walks into the town hall, trying to remember how the other lady looked like.
Lucy sees her go away , and slowly walks back to the castle. Meanwhile , she hears in her head:
“There is trouble in Adiart. Peace will not stay for long.”
She was sticking out like a sore thumb with her tail, horns and wings, looking as grumpy as usual.
Walks over to Grea.
“Umm…” She interrupts the mercenary.
Looks at the papers.
The papers are of a settlement on the market streets.
“May I know… are you done?” Abigail asks, her eyes shifting around, as if something has happened. Also, a tightness in her chest can be felt, Grea seems a little fierce…
“…why would you want to know?” A few blank spaces were left, she was filling everything out for Annebelle and using her name, it seemed. She relaxed as she turned around and saw she was Abigael. “What is it? Did she already annoy you to death and you needed to run away?” Her eyes widened. “Wait, where is she? You didn’t leave her alone, did you? Do you know what kind of havoc she can cause?”
“Uhh…” She looks at the lady, frightened. She however manages to eke out the following words.
“Well… she went to drink a potion…” she murmurs.
“As I was treating someone else…” she added.
The king is not present. However, a guard is at the door. “Maam, what is your business here?”
The hooded figure takes out a scythe and trusts it through his heart and the guard spits out blood