Aston was holding Betty's limp hands. "What have you done?" he asked, he can't help but felt moved by the sight of her... dying on the floor.
Betty opened her eyes slowly. "I...I'm...g...glad you come. Listen carefully... my time is running out. I'll tell you the location of the medallion... lower your head... I can't talk loud... he must not know. Just promised me... keep my students safe and the girl who was chosen as the next guardian of the medallion. Please?" she pleaded, coughing blood.
"Okay... I promise!" Aston said and lowered his head, listening attentively to Betty's faltering voice.
A few minutes later, Betty stopped talking and her hands went limp.
Aston looked at the supreme witch. "She already passed away!" he said gloomily.
"Good for her!" the supreme witch laughed maniacally.
