Reborn, Its Time To Save My Family And.. My Enemy!
Chapter 229: Our Weapon

Chapter 229: Our Weapon

Rhistel’s jaw clenched at her bitter words, and without another word, he spurred the horse forward. The animal responded with a snort and a gallop that sent jolts up his healing wounds, but he didn’t flinch. The witch behind him gripped his waist tightly to stay steady.

"You call her a traitor," Rhistel said in a low but sharp voice, "But did you see it with your own eyes?"

The question struck her like a slap. The witch stiffened behind him. For a few seconds, the wind rushing past them was the only sound.

"No," she finally admitted, her voice barely audible. "I am only twenty. I wasn’t even born when the ritual was done. But I’ve heard the stories. The elder sisters told us everything."

"And you believed it?" he asked with eyes fixed on the horizon, but his tone cut deep. "Without ever questioning if they told you the truth?"

"The elders wouldn’t lie to us," she snapped defensively, but there was hesitation now, "They were there and they saw it. They said Oriana’s mother refused her destiny. That she ran away after being blessed. That she turned her back on our suffering, on all of us."

Rhistel’s grip tightened on the reins. "Maybe she didn’t run. Maybe she saw something you haven’t yet. Something they kept from you."

The witch was silent, breathing uneven. Her fingers dug slightly into his side as she held on tighter not out of fear of falling, but to ground herself against the twisting in her chest.

"You are trying to sow discord!" she finally snapped. "If not for the shawl, I would have killed you already."

Rhistel did not mind her anger, he understood it.

"I am the keeper of history when it comes to witches. I never heard that a ritual can change the destiny of witches." the witch bit her lips and refused to respond. She had realized that he could use every word against her. She would not fall into his trap.

Rhistel smiled softly as the horse galloped once again.

"You are hesitating because you know that I might be right." She looked away and the man sighed. "It is hard to face the truth. But a brave warrior is never afraid of it."

The sun was beginning to dip behind the trees, the light casting long shadows through the dense forest as they rode faster.

—--------------

The carriage was riding the uneven road. It stumbled upon a large stone in the dark. The force of it jolted Oriana awake. Her head throbbed, her limbs ached, and when she tried to move, thick ropes bit into her wrists and ankles. The air inside the carriage was damp and heavy, filled with a strange smell that made her nauseated.

Her vision slowly adjusted to the darkness as she looked around. The carriage was moving faster, making it hard for her to sit still.

"You are awake!"

"You are... Elric!" her eyes widened with a stunned look. He was the man who sowed discord between her and Olivia that night. He was the one who suggested that she should kill Olivia.

He sat casually across from her, legs crossed, one arm draped lazily over the side rail as if they were on a casual ride to the countryside. A wicked smile curled on his lips when he noticed her stirring.

"Finally," he drawled, voice soaked in arrogance. "I thought you would not wake up until you were thrown into the latar."

Oriana shifted, the pain in her shoulder making her wince. Her voice was hoarse when she spoke. "Where... are you taking me?"

Elric didn’t answer right away. He leaned forward, placing his elbows on his knees, the lantern hanging from the roof casting flickering shadows across his face. The glint in his eyes sent a shiver down her spine.

"We’re taking you to receive a gift," he said smoothly. "Something... divine."

She narrowed her eyes, heart pounding. "What kind of gift?"

He laughed—a cold, hollow sound that echoed through the tight space. "We’re going to make you a blood witch."

Oriana recoiled instinctively, the ropes burning her skin as she twisted. "You’re mad. You can’t just make one—"

"Oh, but we can," Elric interrupted, his grin widening. "It’s a ritual older than your family name. And you? You’re the perfect vessel. Though it is dorman you are cursed with her power. You were meant for this."

"What nonsense are you talking about! Let me go or Rhitel will kill you." she warned but she had already started struggling. But her hands were tied cruelly and she could not free herself. She took a deep breath and controlled her panic.

Oriana swallowed hard, fury bubbling beneath her fear. Rhistel... Damon... someone, please find me before it’s too late. But even as she was afraid, she did not show it anymore on her face. She knew no matter how much she begged, Elric would not let her go. He would only enjoy her pain.

"Why do you need a witch?" he raised a brow, surprised that she calmed so easily. He was waiting for her to beg him and cry. His face instantly looked bored and he leaned on his seat again.

"You would soon know everything. For now, it would be better that you rest. You have a long night ahead." oriana watched him intently and then she laughed.

He frowned and looked at her in confusion.

"It is alright. I understand that your father did not share serious information with you. He must be exhausted by explaining you simple details already. But if it had been Evelyn.." she shook her head, her eyes filling with pity.

Elric’s patience snapped. He looked at her as if he wanted to cut her into half.

"You witch! What the hell are you talking about? I know that you will be taken to the altar where a ritual would be performed to make you a blood witch. She had the power to destroy, to bring the ruins of the human world. And you would do it for us."

Search the lightnovelworld.cc website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.