Chapter 115: A Cursed Blessing
**Thelma Zane’s POV**
I decided to end the games with Adele. Her evasive behavior had tested my patience enough, and it was time for action. With a firm nod, I signaled Master Mary to initiate the spiritual invasion a move designed to terrify Adele into compliance.
“You can’t do this!” Adele’s composure finally broke as panic etched itself into her features. She began to struggle against her restraints, her fear palpable. “I don’t believe the Lycan King would approve of this! You have no right to violate me like this!”
Of course, I had no intention of allowing Master Mary to irreparably harm Adele’s mind. The objective wasn’t to turn her into a fool but to frighten her into submission.
“Then answer my question,” I said, my voice steely. “Otherwise, the choice won’t be yours to
make.‘
Adele glared at me with defiance, her jaw clenched as if debating whether to continue resisting. “You’re trying to scare me,” she said through gritted teeth. “You wouldn’t dare go that far! If something were to happen to me, the King wouldn’t let you get away with it. I saw how things played out at the town hall. Your King and your subjects don’t agree on many things, do they?”
I scoffed at her feeble attempt to sow discord. “Oh, is that so? Then go ahead and test your theory. Let’s see if His Majesty will risk punishing me over someone like you- a despicable, untrustworthy captive. And as for the Council of Elders, they’re nothing more than toothless old wolves. No matter how much they grumble, they wouldn’t dare challenge the authority of a true king.”
With that, I motioned for Master Mary to proceed. Adele’s bravado crumbled in the face of imminent danger, and she finally broke.
“Alright!” she shouted, her voice tinged with desperation. “Fine! You win. I’ll tell you what I know. Just call off this old she–wolf!”
I gestured for Master Mary to withdraw her hand. Then, without–missing a beat, I delivered two sharp lashes across Adele’s arm.
“Watch your tongue,” I warned, my tone icy. “Even if I cut it out, I have ways to make you talk”
Adele clenched her teeth but remained silent, her defiance momentarily subdued.
“Now,” I continued, “tell me everything you know about prophetic witches and the *Eye of Insight*.”
Adele took a deep breath, her voice low as she began to speak. “I don’t know much. The
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prophetic bloodline is exceedingly rare, as rare as the pure white witches. I’ve never encountered a prophetic sorcerer myself. It’s said that there’s a reclusive prophetic wizard living near the edge of the Elf Forest, but sightings of him have been scarce over the past few decades.”
Her words hit me like a jolt. Could this reclusive sorcerer be Dorothy’s father? The thought sent my mind racing, but I forced myself to focus on the matter at hand.
“Go on,” I prompted, gesturing for her to continue.
Adele hesitated, her brow furrowing as she recalled what she knew. “There isn’t much recorded about prophetic sorcerers in ancient texts. Although they’re called sorcerers, they don’t worship Satan, nor do they interact much with other witches. Their community is insular, shrouded in secrecy. Most of what we know about them comes from a Supreme Witch named Mullvica, who lived over three centuries ago.”
“Mullvica?” I repeated, my curiosity piqued.
“she was a hybrid–a mix of prophetic witch and human,” Adele explained. “To escape persecution by the human church, she fled to the New World and found refuge among
the
witch clans in the Rocky Mountains. It’s through her that some information about prophetic witches trickled out.”
She paused, studying my reaction before continuing. “Mullvica possessed the *Eye of Insight, 申 an extraordinary gift that allowed her to see the unvarnished truth within any being. No disguise, no deception could escape her gaze. It’s said the first bearer of the *Eye of Insight: was a descendant of the goddess of fate, born into the mortal world.”
Adele’s expression turned grim as she added, “But power of that magnitude doesn’t come without a cost. Mullvica’s life was a testament to the burden of such a gift. Though she rose to the rank of Supreme Witch at a young age, she didn’t live to see her fortieth birthday
I felt a chill run down my spine. “Why?” I demanded. “What happened to her?”
“The “Eye of Insight* drained her life force,” Adele replied, her tone almost mocking. “From her vision to her very soul, it consumed her bit by bit. Despite her immense knowledge and power, she could never find a way to control it. In the end, she sacrificed everything to the * Eye,* until it devoured her completely.”
Adele’s lips curled into a sly smile. “So, little girl don’t waste your time. The *Eye of Insight* is not a gift. It’s a curse–one that offers no salvation. Whoever inherits it is destined to die.”
Her words ignited a fury within me. Grabbing her by the collar, I pulled her close, my voice trembling with rage. “You’re lying! Do you think your master’s silver tongue will save you here? I know you’re lying to me!”
Adele’s composure returned, her voice calm and almost taunting. “Am I? Then why didn’t the detection spell reveal my words as falsehoods? You know the truth, Thelma. Stop lying to yourself.”
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I turned toward Master Mary, who looked at me with concern. My chest tightened as I realized
the spell‘
silence meant only one thing: Adele wasn’t lying. Her knowledge of the *Eye of Insight*-its destructive power, its inevitability was genuine. There truly was no way to
control it.
The weight of her revelation threatened to crush me, but I refused to let her see my despair Clenching my fists, I forced myself to stay composed. “You’re lucky,” I said coldly, stepping back. “This time.”
Dropping the whip, I turned on my heel and strode out of the dungeon. I couldn’t afford to appear weak–not in front of Adele, and certainly not in front of Master Mary. Yet, as I ascended the stairs, my mind raced with doubt and desperation. Could Dorothy’s fate really be sealed? Or was there still hope hidden somewhere in the shadows of this cursed blessing?
