Misa hadn’t expected all the witches in Harthem to gather together to send off the representatives. It was strange to see them all outside of the weekly gatherings, in the middle of the street instead of the confines of secret rooms.
Yet, here they were. More than twenty witches all whispering words of advice or good luck or ancient incantations of spells that were once used for good fortune. In all, there were only seven representatives (the seven most powerful witches in the coven) who were to go to the capital city, with Misa, Sha’ka, and another witch accompanying them under the name of their companion.
It made sense that they weren’t afraid to show themselves, Misa supposed, because the carriages sent by the royal council to collect them meant the guards wouldn’t try to
