Selma Payne's POV:
Master Mary sighed with a complicated look in her eyes. In the end, she didn't say anything. She used witchcraft to burn the hair into ashes and then took a little blood from the southern Duke"s fingertip. She mixed the two into a unique mix and drew a hexagram on Adele's head.
A few seconds later, Adele's abnormality disappeared. She was lying on the chair, looking like a dead person.
"... Someone has cursed you," the southern Duke said dryly. "Your master, the night magus Kafka, forced you to swear on your parents' blood to protect his identity, right?"
Adele coughed a few times, which was mixed with a burst of sharp laughter.
"Yes and no," she said. "I did make an oath with my blood, but I was willing. No one forced me. I was willing to bear the curse of kinship and accept the punishment of my blood when I revealed the secret."
"Why?" the southern Duke asked, losing his composure.
