Chapter 116

116 The Moth And The Light

Selma Payne’s POV:

There was no way to control the Eye of Insight!

I couldn’t help but recall this cruel fact.

What about Dorothy? Would she also die young like Mullvica?

Master Mary gently stopped me and encouraged me, “There will always be a way out, Miss Selma. Dorothy will be safe and sound.”

“But even the witches don’t have a way to control the Eye of Insight. If Dorothy... I don’t know how to face her...” I said, trembling.

Back then, I was the one who pulled her into this with great confidence. I shamelessly used the words ‘hero’ and ‘glory’ to loop her in and make her give up her quiet life and step into this dangerous whirlpool.

How could I be so arrogant? Such arrogance!

Was I strong enough to take on the burden of her life in her place? That was something that only a god could do, and anyone who dared to overstep their boundaries would suffer the consequences of their actions.

I was not afraid of punishment, but I was afraid that the people I loved and the ones who loved me would be hurt because of me.

As I was blaming myself, Master Mary said, “It’s not like there’s no solution.”

“What?”

“I mean, no matter how powerful Adele is, she’s just an ordinary witch. You’ve heard her say that she doesn’t know anything about the true core of prophetic witches. And the Eye of Insight is the secret of the prophetic witch. Isn’t it normal for Adele, an outsider, to not know anything?”

Her words enlightened me.

That was right. Adele wasn’t even a prophetic witch. Why did she say there was no solution?

“Besides, Mullvica is from 300 years ago. There was no way back then, but it doesn’t mean that the prophetic witches have done nothing for the past 300 years, right?” she asked rhetorically.

Master Mary added, “The side effect of the Eye of Insight is fatal. It can easily take away the most powerful combat power for prophetic witches. The loss of control is a fatal weakness for any race. Prophetic witches are rare, to begin with, and if they don’t find a way to save themselves, they’ll long be killed by those who covet power.

“I think the reason why Adele said that was to confuse us. For a crazy witch like her, she doesn’t care if she sees the sun tomorrow. Playing with her opponent is the greatest joy in life.”

I nodded firmly. “You’re right. I shouldn’t be confused by Adele’s little trick.”

After calming down, I belatedly felt ashamed. Losing one’s calm was a great taboo in decision-making. My parents had taught me countless times that one should strike first and not be controlled by others. Once the enemy captured one’s thoughts, then failure was not far away.

At least I got two clues about the witch clan in the Rocky Mountains and the prophetic wizard living in seclusion at the edge of the Elf Forest.

I had a feeling that the latter was Dorothy’s father, so I immediately went to talk to Dorothy about this.

Surprisingly, Dorothy was not surprised by this, as if she had known about her father’s whereabouts long ago.

She took out a photo album and handed it to me.

“This is a photo my mother left behind. The rest were burned by my grandmother, leaving only this photo album. I’ve been hiding it.” She cherished it and said, “Do you know? This is the only photo of my parents and me, but it wasn’t taken. My mother cut out our figures and pasted them together; the background is a large forest.

“I’ve been wondering where my parents have been living in seclusion. It wouldn’t be a human society, which was the world of the church. It wouldn’t be a witch clan, as they didn’t welcome foreigners. Later, I found this photo and thought about it. It should be the forest in the background.

“When you mentioned the Elf Forest, I immediately understood. What place can be more hidden than the elven settlement? No place doesn’t welcome a friendly prophet, even if he’s an outsider.:

“So we can try our luck in the elf forest, right?” I sincerely suggested it.

Dorothy did not know if this was possible, but after a while, she said softly, “Maybe... I don’t know.”

I understood why she was hesitant. It was because I was once like her, an orphan with unknown parents.

My parents were very good to me, and Rhode was a good brother. But in the dead of night, I would occasionally think, ‘Where are my biological parents? Why did they abandon me? Am I a child that no one has high hopes for?’

I believed it was the same for Dorothy. Perhaps, she was even more eager and afraid of the warmth of family than I was. After all, her only family, her grandmother, gave her such a crazy and painful childhood.

I gently hugged her and consoled her, “Sweetie, if you don’t want to, we won’t go, okay? Your eyes are important, but your heart is even more important. It’s not too late for us to consider this when you’re ready.

“We still have another option – the witch clan in the Rocky Mountains.”