Chapter 114: The Inquiry
**Thelma Zane’s POV:**
I found my father in the study, engrossed in a phone conversation. Deciding not to interrupt, I waited quietly until he was free. After about ten minutes, he finally put the phone down and turned to me with a warm smile.
“What’s the matter, my dear?” he asked.
Gathering my courage, I replied, “It’s about Dorothy. I was hoping to discuss her situation. with you.” Hesitation laced my voice, as I wasn’t sure how he would react to my proposal. Her *Eye of Insight*-I want to ask Adele if she knows anything that could help.”
My father leaned back in his chair, his expression thoughtful. “Yes, Master Mary and Tracy already informed me about Dorothy’s condition” he said. “I’ve taken steps to communicate with the witch clan. However, I must warn you I don’t think approaching Adele is a wise choice. We can’t trust her. If she manipulates us or gives false information, it could worsen Dorothy’s condition.”
“But Father,” I protested, “we don’t have time to wait. Every passing moment drains the life force from Dorothy’s eyes. What if the witches delay their response? Dorothy could lose her sight completely before we find a solution!”
He sighed, clearly torn between caution and my plea. “What makes you think Adele will cooperate? And even if she does, how can we ensure she’s telling the truth?”
I
“I can bring a werewolf grandmaster with me,” offered. “They can act as a lie detector. I promise to handle this carefully.”
He shook his head, his concern evident. “Lies are not always blatant, child. Sometimes the
truth, when twisted, can be just as dangerous.
“Please, Father,” I urged. “We can’t just sit and watch Dorothy suffer. This is the quickest path to a potential solution. We have to try.”
Eventually, my determination wore him down. With a resigned sigh, he agreed. “Fine. But I’m. sending Master Mary to accompany you. Promise me you’ll proceed cautiously.”
“I will,” I assured him, relief washing over me.
The underground prison, which hadn’t been renovated in over a century, was dark and lifeless. The cold, damp walls whispered of its long–abandoned state, housing only shadows–except for its sole prisoner, Adele.
Though imprisoned, Adele’s living conditions were tolerable, thanks to my father’s aversion to cruelty. When Master Mary and I entered her cell, she lay on the cot, her demeanor
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indifferent. Upon seeing us, she turned her head away, refusing to acknowledge our presence.
“Witch, I have questions for you,” I began coldly.
Adele remained unresponsive, acting as though she hadn’t heard me.
“I’m speaking to you,” I repeated, my irritation rising. Still, she didn’t react.
Her defiance sparked my impatience. I walked to the wall where an iron whip hung, gripping it firmly. “Do you think this silent act makes you strong? Let me remind you–I’m not r
my father. I have no qualms about testing my interrogation skills on you. You might even be my first experiment.”
At this, Adele finally turned her head, her cold eyes meeting mine. Yet, she remained silent.
Master Mary stepped forward, casting a detection spell. Adele’s chains, engraved with sealing spells, left her powerless to resist. Still, her expression remained one of disdain.
I softened my tone slightly, trying a different approach. “You have a chance to redeem yourself. Cooperation could lessen your punishment.”
Adele laughed bitterly, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “Redeem myself? Do you mean I’ll get fewer lashes on the execution ground? Or maybe my death will be quicker–no burning at the stake? Your kindness is truly touching. Even Satan would weep in gratitude.”
I snapped, slashing the whip across the table beside her. “Enough with your clever words. Do you think I lack the resolve to use this on you?”
Her glare was icy, but she finally broke her silence. “What do you want from me?”
“How much do you know about prophetic witches?” I asked directly.
Her lips curled into a mocking smile. “Ah, prophetic witches. Are you talking about the girl who landed me here? That child must be something special to have broken through my mental defenses. Such talent. I’m sure the elders of my clan would salivate over the thought of reclaiming someone like her. They’d probably send a trade delegation of our weakest to get
her back.”
“Spare me your nonsense,” I snapped. “Answer the question.”
She leaned back against the wall, her eyes gleaming with a strange mix of contempt and curiosity. “Prophetic witches are rare treasures, coveted for their abilities. Every young sorcerer dreams of possessing their bloodline. Why do you ask?”
“Tell me what you know about the *Eye of Insight*,” I demanded.
At this, Adele’s demeanor shifted slightly. Her confidence wavered for just a moment, but it was enough to catch my attention.
“You know about it,” I said firmly. “Tell me everything.”
Adele shook her head, attempting to mask her initial reaction with indifference. “I don’t know anything. The Eye of Insight*? Sounds like a fanciful wolf–witch hybrid myth to me.”
Her feigned ignorance didn’t fool me. Raising the whip, I let it crack against the floor near her. “Don’t test my patience. We’ve already breached your defenses once. We can do it again, and
ut the shield of your magic, the experience might leave you t
“If I lose my mind, you’ll get nothing,” she countered, her voice defiant. “Is that what you want? Because if it is, go ahead.”
Her threat didn’t faze me. “Then test me,” I said coldly. “I’ll say it again: you’re not indispensable. If you refuse to cooperate, there’s no reason for us to keep you alive.”
Master Mary remained silent, observing Adele closely. The tension in the room was palpable, yet I refused to back down. I had come here for answers, and I would get them–one way or another. Adele could either provide the information willingly or suffer the consequences of her defiance. The choice was hers.
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