“Tell me, Rayer L. Royale… how did you survive an Emagication?” her gaze is ever more peering. She stares him down while getting closer, even without words he knows what is going on. She knows something and she’s pocking at him to see if he’ll crack under pressure and worst of all he is trapped with no way of escape.

“i-uh… I don’t know. Maybe they didn’t do it right,” he smiles but even his smile is forced and his body won’t stop trembling and he can’t let her see that because she will know that her tactics are working. “So uhm… how about that staff Lady countess?”

“Lady countess?” she bursts into a genuinely sudden laughter, “hahaha… you say the funniest of things Rayer, ‘Lady countess?’ Hahaha, i haven’t laughed this hard in ages, thank you, hahahaha…”

After a couple more seconds of laughter she finally calms down and holds his small shoulder, “Rayer, i held the stone…,” her voice deepens, “and i felt the power coming off of it. Renol can’t even make sense of it let alone use it so what I want to know is how is someone of your low class able to use it?”

He steps back getting clear of her hand on his shoulder, “Roz, we are surrounded,” says Rayer in his mind.

“We have a more pressing matter,” says Roz in response to Rayer, “I take it i am not getting my staff back?” he starts losing strength.

“Your staff? That is a very interesting thing to say considering it belongs to the kingdom which is why i sent it off to where it belongs and am sure you knew that before stepping foot into my home, don’t you, Rayer?”

“What have you done to me countess?” his vision blurs as he loses his strength and he stumbles back and falls to the ground while trying to stabilize his footing.

The guards slowly surround him and arrest him but Renol emphasizes caution which everyone seems to ignore because what can a girl do especially someone as low classed as her with Lady Moore present who can easily over power her?

But Lady Moore steps back and observes her.

Murler and her friend stand by and watch while the guards tie her hands and legs in chains.

“Cliché...” Roz whispers under his breath as he rolls over to the side and faces up as the guards tie his girly body even more. He sighs and says, “So what will happen to me?”

“Nothing much really, enslavement, death, since Emagication doesn’t seem to work on you and you’re currently a threat to the kingdom, choose your pick,” says Lady Moore. “In the meantime, we’re taking you to the kingdom for your execution, i can’t have you dying on my property,” she smiles, “take her,” she commands the guards and walks away.

His persistent blurred vision and a lack of strength prevents him from escaping and now with nothing to do he relies on his ears to tell what’s going on around him. He hears a crowd around him as his girly body is hauled into a carriage, “cliché” he whispers.

Accepting his loss this time he sleeps back and rests in the back of the courage and before long there is commotion outside with the names ‘lady more’ and ‘sir Renol’ being tossed around among the guards. “i guess we’re leaving,” he whispers to himself and the carriage leaves…

***

“My king, we have word that the Red Witch has been captured.”

“And the sceptre?”

“Retrieved and on its way here ahead of her.”

“Good.”