Chapter 2 : The Witch!
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Inside the hospital ward.
Just as Charlie was enjoying Zoe's meticulous care, a sudden exclamation broke the silence: "Such pure love! It reminds me of my youth."
Startled, Charlie and Zoe looked towards the source of the voice, discovering a woman seated in a hospital chair.
She wore a shawl dress, lace gloves, and had long orange hair, dressed like an elegant lady.
"Hello, madam. Who are you?" Zoe politely inquired.
"I am similar to you, Zoe. You can call me Myrtle," replied the woman, removing her sunglasses with a smile.
"Similar?" Surprised by what her mother had mentioned before, Zoe asked, "Are you a witch?"
"My dear, you should ask 'Are you also a witch?' Now you are one of us," Myrtle replied.
Rising to approach Zoe, she continued, "Upon receiving your mother's letter, I came here immediately. Awakening young Salem bloodlines is becoming rare. Each discovery is significant news for the Council."
"Zoe, are you ready? To go to New Orleans, to join your true community?"
Zoe hesitated, glancing at Charlie, who had been quietly present since Myrtle's arrival.
"No! I don't want to go to New Orleans. I want to stay here!"
Myrtle's smile faded slightly as she sighed, "My dear, this isn't just about what you want. The Council has a responsibility to protect every witch. Though it's not the Middle Ages, persecution of witches persists. Just a few days ago, a girl awakened like you was burned alive by ignorant people. Zoe, you wouldn't want to meet that fate."
"And," Myrtle added, turning to Charlie in surprise, "not everyone is as fortunate as your young boyfriend here to return from the realm of the dead. Zoe, you need to learn to control your powers. Am I right, Charlie?"
"Emmm...Yes." Charlie managed a weak smile under Myrtle's scrutinizing gaze.
He recognized her instantly upon seeing her face.
After all, her attire was quite distinctive.
It was because he recognized her identity that Charlie remained quiet from the moment they met.
He certainly didn't want to get involved in any struggles with a bunch of problematic witches.
Even though Zoe's reluctance to attend the witch academy for her sake had moved him somewhat, he preferred that sentiment not exist.
Especially now, under Myrtle's dissecting gaze, which was full of curiosity about his situation.
"I know about the Benson family's witch abilities. Historically, there has never been a case of surviving injury. I must say, Charlie, you are quite a surprise," Myrtle said with a knowing smile.
Charlie awkwardly replied, "Should I feel honored?"
"Of course. Surviving from a near-death situation, Charlie, your vitality is commendable. If we hadn't found the wizard blood in you, I would have thought you were an in-awakened male witch. But you are different from ordinary people after all."
Myrtle gave Charlie a meaningful look before turning to Zoe, "My dear, I know you care for your young boyfriend. How about this? The steward of the boarding school, Mr. Spaldding, is old and needs a successor. Since your boyfriend knows about the existence of witches and has some special qualities, let him accompany you to New Orleans."
Zoe's face lit up. As long as she didn't have to be separated from her boyfriend, this outcome was acceptable.
Excited, she immediately looked at Charlie.
Charlie felt his scalp tingle.
Live with a bunch of witches?
And go as a male servant?
NO!!!
Charlie shook his head, "I won't go!"
He glanced at Zoe, who looked disappointed.
He then put on a ‘deeply moved’ expression and said, "Myrtle is right, Zoe. As a witch, you need to find your companions. This is not only for your safety but also for you to better embrace this identity. It's not too late to come back after you graduate from school. Don't worry! I will wait for you!"
Even though this outcome would likely lead Zoe to find new love, Charlie was willing to let go for the sake of his own life.
Q: How to stay away from danger in a world familiar with the plot?
A: Of course, stay far away from the protagonist.
Charlie was ready to leave for another country.
"Charlie!!"
At the same time, hearing Charlie's words, Zoe's disappointment instantly turned into moved emotions.
As she was about to throw herself at Charlie again to express her love, Myrtle interrupted from the side, "Mr. Charlie, this is not about seeking your opinion. For the Council, outsiders must not know of our existence."
Charlie's heart tightened, forcing a smile, "Do witches make potions? Is there a potion to make people forget things? I'd like to have a drink."
"Of course, there is. However, it will also turn the drinker's brain into mush," Myrtle replied.
"Then forget it." Charlie immediately shook his head, not wanting to end up like a babbling i***t.
"Really no room for negotiation?"
"There is one. First, Charlie, you come with us willingly. Second," Myrtle clapped her hands, and the next moment, two large men in black suits and sunglasses walked in.
"Let them take you away," Myrtle's words undoubtedly sealed all of Charlie's retreats.
Seeing the heavily built men whose arms were thicker than his legs, Charlie sighed and accepted reality, no longer resisting, "I'll go willingly."
"My dear, upon careful consideration, I'm still not at ease with you going to a strange city alone. Let me accompany you during this time," Zoe said.
"Charlie!"
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Zoom!
The train to New Orleans rumbled along.
No matter the world, American trains were always a mixed bag.
Charlie, who was constantly swaying, couldn't fall asleep.
Zoe, on the other hand, who had become accustomed to it all, rested her head on his shoulder, sleeping with a sweet smile on her face.
Charlie readjusted his cheap girlfriend, who was about to fall off, and then glanced at Myrtle and the men in suits sitting across the aisle.
He closed his eyes, not to rest, but to focus on a book that shouldn't have been there.
Since he first spoke to Zoe and her mother, a vision of a book had appeared in his mind.
Over time, what initially started as simple outlines gradually solidified.
Now, with his eyes closed for a short while, the book finally took its final form.
What is this?
Looking at the complete appearance of the book in his mind, Charlie's face was full of surprise.
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