I Reincarnated as an NPC Witch

For Each One's Sake

“I think the Count can’t wait any longer, Abigail.” Gallant said as Abigail sighs, “I don’t know how I will cure him. As you said, this is new magic.” Lavena holds her shoulder, “Could you at least try?” Abigail looks at Count Alzrus and sighs, she gulps, rethinking the action she’s going to make. ‘Is this too overpowered?’ She asked herself, ‘Curing such as a curse could mean something ill. If they haven’t encountered this magic, I should act like I didn’t either.’ She looks at the face of the count, his pain was visible on it. ‘I supposed nothing will happen that bad. I hope.’ She sighs, “I’ll try. But, I think I must brew a potion rather than casting a spell. My healing prowess in my wand is only limited.”

The concerned look on their faces didn’t fade. “I don’t think we have time for a potion to brew, Miss Crocus. The frozen curse, whatever this is, is acting fast in my father’s body than time itself.” Yris grips on her arm, “Maybe you could do anything besides that? Please?” Her eyes are swelling with tears and Abigail can hear a c***k in her voice.

Abigail was pressured with this request. Such power could alert everyone, especially the developers above. “I am not supposed to—“ She stopped herself before she can say anything, “I mean, I don’t have anything for your father right now. I can only brew some potion and I am not even sure about that. This is uncharted territory, Yris. Especially me who lived in the meadows.” She looked at her friends. They all know she doesn’t know anything about this, leaving them hopeless. Yris starts sobbing. Lavena comforted her, “Are you just going to leave my father to die, right here? Are you just going to let him die slowly and excruciatingly under the hands of a cold curse? Who are you!? You aren’t the heroes I know!”

Lavena rubs her back, “Shhh. Yris, are you hearing yourself?” Yris shakes her shoulders to get her hands off of her, “I am hearing myself and you all should too. My heart is broken. At least, don’t save him because he’s a leader and a count in a city. Save him because he’s a father, MY father. Are you hearing me!?”

Catrina walks up to her, “You whining wouldn’t do such a thing and us resting here wouldn’t do something either.” She looks up to Wren, “Carry the count once more and maybe soar through a better altitude to find the nearest city. I am sure Keeana has a little bit of information here. We need to find anyone, someone, who can get this man cured. It’s fine if Wren gets ahead of us. I hope you aren’t still tired.” Wren walks up to her, “Well, a bit. Could I get some adrenaline rushed?” Catrina was a bit shocked but she just rolled her eyes off it. “Fine.” She pulls out a vial and throws it to Wren. He caught it and chugged it like a maniac. He screams his lungs out as he carries the Count without any sore effort and soars through the sky. Keeana checked her map and tries to confirm their location. “I can see that there’s a city just the northwest of us. I don’t know how far we are there, but there’s sure is something there!” Wren nods as he head northwest of their location. The others packed up and followed him.

Wren was flying in blazing speed, with the small boost he got from Catrina. He's flying as if he was in his early childhood. His tiredness fades away as he scouts for the town they are finding. He takes a glimpse of the Count every so often to check on him. It seems that the magic slowed down for a little bit. But it was just an act of kindness from fate, they must still hurry. Wren speeds up a little bit as he slowly saw a silhouette of a town or even a city. He didn’t bother to look back to his friends since it might ruin his acceleration.

A few minutes into the sky, the sight of the town slowly appears in his vision. He decides to glide down since it will be faster and less effort from his side without wasting time. Meanwhile, his friends were several meters away from him, but they didn’t lose sight of him. “Wren is gliding, we must be near. We can run now.” They started running and catches up with Wren in the sky. They head to a town, it was not walled, but with the trees around it, it was pretty unseen with individuals on the ground.

“What city is this? It will be useless if they hate witches because, as far as I know, we are finding witches and anyone that could heal him.” Keeana looks at her map, “My map is ragged and I can’t seem to figure out what this says. I am not very good at places in map perspective, so I can’t help you with that.” Lavena kept looking above and checking at Wren every so often, “We will find out if Wren flew out of the town quick, we have a beacon if this village is not something we want after all.”

They kept following Wren. As the man arrives at the city, he landed on the ground which made some noises. It attracted the townspeople and gathered around him. “Do you have any healers here? Medics? Anyone that could save this man?” He immediately asked as one of them approached him. It was an old man with a robe and the famous pointy hat that witches and wizards wore. In his left hand was a staff with a beautiful gem attached to it. He checked on the count. Wren lets him and extended his arms, giving the wizard a better opportunity to check on him. “Why does one of the heroes come here? What happened to him?” He asked with his deep, monotone voice.

“Some sort of ice bandits attacked us in the Mouth Gleam, Count Alzrus of Endale was shot of some sort of frozen arrow. Now, it seems that the arrow affected the right side of his body.” The wizard nods and gestures to put him down to the ground. Wren gently lowered the Count and lets him lay on the rocky path of the village. The rock path was aligned that it wouldn’t injure Count Alzrus’ back that much. The wizard kneels on the ground and checked the right side of his body. He suddenly flinches as he touches his right arm. “Peculiar.” He briefly said before looking at Wren. “It’s an interesting magic, a peculiar curse. So much so that I never encountered it before.”

“But, do you have anything that could help him out? He’s in dire need of helping right now. This is the leader of Endale. His loss will be a great one.” The wizard looks at the crowd and motions somebody on it to go to him. Suddenly a small goblin pops out of the crowd of people, carrying a big book. It was decorated fancy enough to make it obvious that it was a powerful grimoire. The wizard gets the book out of his hands, “Thank you, Grurx.” His lips curve a little as he turns to Wren with a straight face again. He opens the book and levitates it in the air with the magic of his staff. He started to flip the pages with his right hand and skims through the pages. Minutes later, he looks at Wren. “Maybe I could help. Come and accompany me in my humble abode.”

The wizard turns around and starts walking towards a big house. Wren carried the count and followed him. They entered the house and went to the tallest portion of it to avoid any of the people disturbing them. They arrived at his place and shuts the door as they go in. “Place him in that big circle.” He said as he puts the grimoire at the lectern. Wren immediately followed him and puts him in the center, where these rings with some weird shape and lines written among them were on. He sets himself aside, across the room with the wizard. “You say he’s in some sort of frozen curse?” Wren shrugged, “If that’s what you put it for his situation right now, sure. He has that curse.” The wizard silently nods.

 There was silence in the room until the wizard himself cuts it off. I have three spells that I could try.” He gets a parchment and a quill. The wizard starts writing something. “I am not sure which one will make him better or do nothing to his condition.” He turns to him as he finished writing. “It’s possible too that it would just worsen everything. So…” He levitated the parchment and the ink and quill, it slowly floats toward him. “I need for you to sign this contract. Inside that, you will agree that you will let me cast spells that I deemed worthy of a try for his peculiar condition. I will not also get the full blame if you signed this.” Wren looks at him, “What’s with the contract? Am I dealing with a dark wizard right now?” The wizard shakes his head, “I am an ordinary one that just practices practical wizardry and healing witchcraft. I would have a much darker theme in this room if I was one. The contract is to confirm that you are going to participate fully. I had a lot of incidents where they changed their mind so fast. Which makes things worse. It’s not for my sake but for my customer’s sake. Partially on me, it’s the reason why my business is getting worse.”

He sighs as he grabs the quill that was levitating on the air. “Just sign it and I will begin. If you don’t want to continue. You could leave it.” Wren shakes his head, “That’s why we are here to seek help.” The quill inches to the paper but before the tip of it reaches the surface of the paper, there was a knock on the door. “Come in!” The wizard said as he opens the door. He was shocked when he saw the remainder of the heroes. Lavena looks at the Count on the floor. “Did we disturb you?”

“Not really. I am letting one of your friends sign the contract. It might be better if it's your collective decision.” Lavena sighs, “It is our collective decision. We need help as much as possible. Wren, sign that up, now.” The latter nods and signs the levitating parchment. The wizard sets aside the quill and the ink then rolls the parchment paper and tying it with a red ribbon. “Let’s start, shall we?”

They set aside themselves in the room and let the wizard do his thing. First, the wizard placed some sort of crystals beside the count. He cast magic on the crystals as it levitates on the air. The magic beams were reflected each crystal as they redirect it to the count. The wizard watched closely and as soon as he realizes it was doing no good, he stopped. The second one involved a lot of wool, almost suffocating the count. Yris watched in horror as different things were tried on his father. As the third wizard almost cast the third spell, she stopped him. “That’s enough!”

Everyone looked at her. “I can’t,” said the wizard, “It’s in the contract to not stop the spell casting session.” Yris looks at him, “You aren’t doing anything good with my father! You are just making him suffer more.” She looks at the others, “Where’s Miss Crocus? I’ll just trust Miss Crocus to this problem.” The wizard’s eyes sparkled and widen, “C-crocus? Crocus the Floral Witch?”