"Oh please spare us your crocodile tears witch!" Dzarma exclaimed. Daniel tilted his head to the side and looked at the two males through his peripherals.
"Are you still practicing blood magic?" Hood asked.
Daniel then turned his head to look at Minerva, he searched her eyes for a response as she looked back at him, he could see fear, anxiety and worry in her eyes. She hadn't expected this to take place at all, but he believed her.
"How dare you practice black magic in my castle?" Hood asked. Dzarma stood aside, seems like, the group was not all good and upright after all. They all had flaws and according to him, none of them was fit for the position of handling the responsibility of chaos.
"I swear, I didn't practice any black magic." Minerva sobbed out.
"Then, how do you explain, this?" Hood asked, as he pointed at her, using his hand before placing it back in it's former position, on his back, where the other hand was.
