Chapter 75: Conspirators
The evening sunset, its ethereal light filtering through the large windows, cast breathtaking, dying embers across the room. The air carried the faint scent of old parchment, magic, and a sweet feminine fragrance that could only belong to Malefica. The sun had finally sunk, plunging the world into darkness. Too bad it took Alicarde's mood with it.
"What the hell do you mean you can't use magic?" His tone was a mix of annoyance and skepticism.
"I can't use magic," Malefica stated, looking him directly in the eye.
"What kind of witch can't use magic? Doesn't that just make you a hot, ordinary person?" Alicarde's confusion was evident.
Malefica ignored the rude compliment. "I'm not exactly ordinary, and it's not like I can't use magic at all. Or did you conveniently forget our conversation on the night of the incident? I told you then I couldn't use my powers freely."