19 Beheaded

Yama stood in front of the bed as he looked at Sylia who was sleeping on his bed in front. Somehow he did not get that lusty feeling on looking at her. He a;though found it a little bit weird but he did not mulled over it for any longer. Pondering for a few minutes over there, he went out of his own room.

The witches were lined up as they all looked anxious. They did not understood how come Sylia came here. Everybody had the same thought in their minds. Whispering among themselves, they all turned silent the moment they saw some movements from the first door.

Everybody turned their gaze towards that area and waited anxiously for the person who was going to arrive.

In his long heavy iron coat, the Yama was holding his sword in his one hand while an iron helmet on his head. His iron coat looked so heavy that everybody could imagine the weight it must have. But has anything ever have been difficult for Yama?

The minister was following him from behind. Since the arrival of Sylia was not mentioned to anybody, everything was kept a secret. The Yama had his own assumptions and doubts so he kept everything secretive. No matter what, just as they had their sources in the serpents, the other one must be having theirs as well.

"Master, this witch. She knows how her memories could be retained." While they passed the third witch from the right side, the minister quickly pointed out at one of them. Yama also halted in his steps but he did not turn his head to look at the witch. Instead he kept his back straight and all of a sudden, he took out his sword from its sheath.

The shrieking sound which it made, turned everyone scared and anxious. They did not know what was about to come for them.

The Yama glanced at his sword as he placed the sword under the chin of that witch. The witch was so frightened that she almost forgot to yell in fear. She widened her eyes as she kept her gaze on the sword which was pointing her neck.

Other witches instantly turned to look at each other. They could not help but pray for their safety. They all were aware how mad the head of Asuras- Yama was. If his mood was to kill somebody for fun, he would not even think before murdering somebody just for fun. Apart from forcing himself on every female, what else he used to do.

But who was supposed to say anything? The Yama was so strong that the only world which might have a chance to defeat him were the divines and the Gods. Apart from them, nobody could even stand a chance to fight with the Asuras for a single day.

"You know how to break that spell, isn't it?" The Yama asked in a threatening voice as he turned the tip oif his sword slightly more towards her. The pain from the pointed and shard sword made the witch frown and flinched. But she did not dare to utter a single word. If she could make out alive from here then possibly she would return to her home, to her clan where she belonged to. She no longer had to stay imprisoned here. But those witches who refused to utter a single information were all looking at her anxiously.

Sylia's existence and blood clan's information were something which were always kept a secret among the Bennetts. Nobody had ever leaked any information regarding her. It was an unsaid oath which everybody had taken. So, even though the earlier day, the minister came to offer them their freedom as the price for telling the secret behind Sylia, they had refused.

However, others would have never imagined that one of the members who were trapped here among them would not even think twice before selling out the information. One of them, the old witch suddenly shouted at the other one who had agreed to tell Sylia's blood clan relations.

"You are going to sell the Bennett's pride of promise by leaking everything. Don't you fear the goddess?" The goddess which the witch was talking about was none other than one of the original witches from the earlier generation. Even though she was no longer the head of Bennett's, but because of the good deeds she had accumulated, she was regarded and titled as the goddess or more precisely queen-mother of Bennett's.

The third witch gazed upon the sword and hesitated as she heard the last line. But the very next second, her eyes widened when the sword had all of a sudden removed from her neck. The old witch who had just spoken, she was beheaded. The splash of blood almost landed on everybody- especially on the white clothes of the watches.

"This is what you get for speaking a lot…" The Yama tilted his head as he gazed at the blood on his sword with disgust. However, his voice remained calm as if he just came out of a good shower and not taking a life.

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