Hearing what Baltimore said, Isabell didn't change her demeanor and sat in front of him with her back facing him as she sat a bench ahead of him. As distant as some of the memories seemed, there were some things she couldn't forget, how could she.
It was a few years ago when the incident had taken place.
Back in Valeria, Isabell was once happily married to the Lord of Valeria and she had a lovely son. It was a family she was fortunate to have because the life of a white witch was never good. Troubles always followed the white witches wherever they were, some who were hunted by the witch hunters who weren't tolerable while the others like the black witches set traps for the innocent ones to fall into the trap.
