"I, uhm, I am not sure what to say, my lord?" It felt funny, the reality of the elf's words not fully sinking in. "I don't know if I mentioned it before, but I came to ask for Miss Martha's help precisely because I do not understand magic. I do not have an idea about my parents nor my family lineage. This is even the first time I am hearing of divine power. Even the term 'black magic', I only heard it from my master a month ago. Maybe there is some mistake…?"
Though she was putting on a calm facade, it was apparent to everyone in the room that the young witch was getting overwhelmed.
"There is no mistake. What you used is indeed divine power."
"So does that mean I am not a real witch?"
"You are a witch, Oriana," the elf confirmed. "A special case at that. But don't worry. You are not alone. There are others who possess divine powers as well."
"Is there anyone else like me?"
