"What are you planning to do with her, my lord?" Teddy pointed the iguana skewer to Jenny.

"Checking her memory of course. I need to find out who took the contract and killed my mother." Siderius said.

"And what are you planning to do with him?" Teddy said.

Siderius glanced at the former assassin which caused him to shrink back.

"Pardon for my rudeness, my lord."

"It's alright. I will simply kill him."

"That's it, my lord? You're just going to grant the assassin a peaceful death?"

"Not exactly peaceful. I will do exactly what I promised to do. Letting him die in flame and pain.

Talking is over. You're full?"

"Yes, my lord. I'm full."

"It's time to visit Jenny's mind."

Siderius used the previous seal to infiltrate Jenny's memory. He brought Teddy with him to prevent leaving his body exposed to harm.

Teddy might officially be his servant and had little capacity for harm left. But Siderius couldn't make that bet.

The witch hunter took a puff from his pipe and reached his hands out to Teddy's head, bringing Teddy's inside the Alchemical Palace.

Once Teddy opened his eyes again, he saw himself in an unfamiliar gigantic castle with views of the faraway land that he couldn't recognize.

"Where is this place?" Teddy mumbled.

"This is the Alchemical Palace."

Teddy snapped his head over to the direction of the voice. His eyes widened in surprise as he couldn't contain his emotions.

"No... Nora?"

Inside Jenny's mind, Siderius saw everything she had experienced from the moment of her birth. Jenny was a lowborn, similar to Kraus. She was a bastard daughter of some sailor.

Jenny grew up in Blacklungs, the city of pirates. In these docks, the only ships that arrived were illegitimate ones. That was why there was no lord here.

No lord wanted to be the leader of cutthroats and criminals.

The Royal Court knew the state of Blacklungs but they allowed it to exist. Its presence provided more benefits than drawbacks. Some of the illegal merchandise of the nobles were all delivered through Blacklungs.

In this bustling city of crimes, the Shadow Blade reached his hand out.

Shadow Blade was created by a commoner. Or so they said. Its members consisted of mostly humans and their core values were to trade blood for coins.

It was not a witch organization as no witch delved that low to be a part of a group of mortals. Shadow Blade had less than the power of any actual Bailiff or Baron but more powerful than any amount of commoners combined.

It found a tiny crack to exist and made profits. Cheap enough for the commoners to use. Useful enough for the noble to contact. But in the end, this prestigious name 'Shadow Blade' was no more than a mercenary group.

It wasn't an actual secret organization when it had no purpose.

Its purpose was wealth. Wealth was a good motivation. But according to Siderius, it wasn't that good of a purpose.

People die for coins. But they will sacrifice everything they have for a good purpose.

Then Siderius saw it. The list.

The list of all the contracts that had been done, was being done, and was in the progress of establishing.

That list was in the hand of the leader of Shadow Blade, Anthony Pereira. A bastard son of the Baron of Torturo.

With the success of the Shadow Blade. Anton managed to be recognized by his father and became a legitimate child of the Baron, becoming an actual noble.

He didn't have any talent in magic like his father did. But he had incredible reach thanks to Shadow Blade.

Anton resided in the town of Paratus. A similar crime-filled town like Blacklungs. It was also a coincidence that the town was only a week's journey from where Blacklungs was.

"The third target… is very close."

Back in the rubbles of the House of God, a Grove Burier squatted down to touch a human-shaped burn mark on the ground. It was where Blair last lay.

"Nothing left… Not even an ounce of magic." The Burier mumbled.

She was a slender woman wearing a tight leather black suit. Alongside her were many witches scattering around the site, looking for any possible clue.

The Burier was the opposite of the Tender Siderius had met in the Grove. The Tenders were calmer with very minimal amounts of desire. Buriers were drenched in emotions. Even standing a few feet away, the witch could feel the overwhelmingly hot touch of the Burier.

"What do you command us to do, Burier?" The witch bowed and said.

The Burier stood up and dusted her knees. "Summon a necromancer. Try to reach Blair's soul. I want to ask him some questions."

"Of course, Burier."

The witch disappeared.

The Burier stood there, hands clenching tight. The ground around her melted due to the unspeakable heat. Fire burned on her fists.

"Reduced to dust… What kind of fire is this? Who dared kill a Baron of Eldoria?"

The Burier slammed her fist on the ground. The stone pavement cracked into a spherical pattern.

"I must find that witch. And I must kill her! I will kill that son of a whore!"

The Burier punched repeatedly on the ground, cracking the pavement further. Even when she's trying her best, she couldn't penetrate the rock layer.

It made her even more pissed when she glanced at the scene. The entire place was ruined. Many giant holes were left behind because of 'magical' explosion.

Whoever this Witch of Fire was, she was more powerful than the Burier. The thought of that enraged her.

The witches around didn't dare to glance. They all knew that Witch of Fire had a bad temper. However, they were also the most destructive. That trait alone guaranteed them a place in the Eldoria kingdom always.

The necromancer was summoned. But there was no soul to connect to. Blair's soul had crossed to the afterlife long ago. They couldn't even summon projections of his spirit or any essence he had behind. Everything was cleaned up perfectly, not even a tiny trace of Blair was left.

This made the witches think that Siderius also knew necromancy. That's the only way of explaining the situation.

"A fire witch with necromancy expertise…"

The Burier was mad but she was no fool. Necromancy was not easy to learn. It was one of the most difficult schools of magic. It also required a certain talent to be learned.

"Whoever this witch is, she is dangerous. Heed my order.

Never go alone, bring a sister with you.

If you spot any suspect, do not engage, report to me first!

If you have not awakened, do not approach the suspect in under one hundred feet.

Do you all understand?"

"Yes, Burier!"

Grove Burier. The enforcer of a Grove. The commander of a group of combat witches with the sole purpose of doing the Royal Court's biddings.

They had placed an eye on Siderius' path.

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