Wilmore wasn't bewildered. Compared to the witches he saw, she was similar to neither of them.
"I can't fight a goddess if she is one. Tiny did we know about her but she claimed a curse to let us be chased to taste what we did to the witches."
Among all creatures was a wicked and righteous one. He was thinking about it now, but to keep his land safe, he wouldn't spare lives.
"What does she want from you?"
"That is the question. Why did she curse the three heirs of Velator? Were we the sinners? There are many lands that people do the same as us, or even wilder, nastier and scarier, why doesn't she appear to them?"
"Like people of Bead Land?"
She asked, those people were named to be feral and cruel, they hated vampires but had relations with brutal dark magicians too.
