Reborn, Its Time To Save My Family And.. My Enemy!
Chapter 221: Not The Only One!

Chapter 221: Not The Only One!

Evelyn grinned at Olivia’s sharp response and gave an elegant nod, as if conceding a point in a game they’d both agreed to play.

They stayed in the tea house for over an hour.

Olivia watched every move Evelyn made, but Evelyn did nothing out of line. She ate her pastries slowly, commenting on their taste and ambiance. Olivia took two bites but the food felt like lead. Perhaps, she was thinking way too much but meeting Olivia was not a coincidence. She was the one who had planned it yet, it felt like she was the one trapped.

She looked at the sky again, it was close to sunset. If they want to perform a ritual, they must do it tonight. But why had she not attempted to take her blood? Olivia’s nerves were stretched taut. Not because she feared Evelyn, but because nothing had happened.

If Evelyn had wanted her blood, this was the perfect time. Olivia had come unguarded, unescorted, and more importantly, willing. She had sipped from her cup, nibbled the pastries, allowed herself to be alone with a woman she believed could kill her.

But Evelyn hadn’t made a single move.

"It is getting late. I have already spent a long time with you. We should leave, my lady." Olivia watched in confusion as Evelyn stood up, ready to leave.

Why?" Olivia asked, turning to face her fully.

Evelyn tilted her head. "Why what, my lady?"

"You’ve had every opportunity to harm me. You didn’t take a single one." Her eyes narrowed, searching Evelyn’s face. "Why?"

Evelyn’s smile didn’t falter. In fact, it deepened as she turned her face to the sky. The setting sun made the sky look bloody. Her eyes gleaming against pale lashes. "Because," she said softly, almost dreamily, "you are not the one they want blood from."

Olivia’s breath caught. It did not even make sense.

She took a slow, measured step closer. "Then who is she?"

Evelyn looked down, and something in her gaze was almost... peaceful. "Someone who could be a better blood witch one day. You are not the one who cooperates easily."

A chill traced Olivia’s spine when a strange thought filled her mind. But it could not be! Oriana had shown no sign of being a witch. They have tested it!

The world seemed to go very still around them. Even the wind paused, as if listening.

Olivia’s fingers twitched at her side. "Who is it?"

Evelyn turned, her shawl billowing slightly as a passing breeze stirred the quiet between them. "You already know the answer to that," she said gently, like a mother comforting a child with a truth they weren’t ready to hear.

Olivia stared at her, heart hammering. She wanted to deny it. Wanted to laugh and call her insane. But in the space between Evelyn’s words she knew that was the answer.

Olivia took a step back, ready to run but Evelyn’s voice stopped her again.

"You have good judgement! But alas! It took you a long time to understand something so simple." Evelyn laughed softly, looking at Olivia with pity. "They are gone, Olivia. You can not find them anywhere."

And then she ran. But when she came out, the carriage was not there. They have used Evelyn’s carriage to come out.

Olivia cursed with hatred. She had been a fool this time. She ran hard ignoring the looks other nobles were giving her or whisperings she could hear from them.

She ran faster where she had seen the carriages before. At the corner of the square, she hailed a local carriage with a desperate shout. "To Corfield Village—now!"

She did not wait for acceptance or reply, she opened the door of the carriage and sat inside. When the carriage did not move, she threw a coin pouch at the startled driver.

"Now!" The coachman was startled. He wanted to refuse but feeling the weight of the pouch, he resisted.

"I will warn you, my lady. The village is not safe today. They have a riot goin on." but when she didn’t react, the man sighed and started the carriage.

"I will not go inside the crowd. I will only leave you at the corner no matter how much you pay me."

"Faster," Olivia muttered, voice shaking. "Faster, please!"

When the carriage reached Corfield, the sky was aflame—orange and red with sunset and smoke.

She heard it before she saw it: the distant roar of an angry crowd, shouting, chanting, screaming.

The scent of fire burned in her lungs.

"No—no—" Olivia stumbled out of the carriage before it fully stopped. Her shoes hit the ground, and she ran, skirts clutched in her fists.

She pushed past the crowd forming in the square, trying to see above the shoulders and torches. Smoke and sparks swirled in the air. Villagers were gathered around a wooden pyre hastily constructed in the center. At its base, two men were dragging a girl forward. The girl was wearing a cloak so Olivia could not see her face, but the blue dress showing through the cloak looked like Oriana’s.

She tried to push through the crowd with more force, but it did not work. The men were holding torches in their hands, ready to burn anyone who interfered. Where the hell was Rhistel? He had promised to protect Oriana.

She struggled hard and her hands started to burn! If she burns them all to save her sister, she would. But just as flames danced on her fingers. Someone held her by her waist.

"Have you lost your mind? What are you doing in public?" the man scolded in a low but urgent voice. The voice should have calmed her but it only infuriated her further.

"Let go, Damon. Oriana is there. They would kill her. She is not a... I am." Olivia struggled. But Damon did not let go.

"Olivia... you need to open your eyes and see. Though the girl looks like Oriana, where is Rhistel? As a lord, would he let his future wife suffer this easily?"