Young Master Damien's Pet (WN)

Later that evening, Penny was spending her time with Maggie and Caitlin in Maggie's room who had only returned back to the mansion after two hours of time when Damien appeared suddenly in the room.

"Damien," Maggie spoke the name that had Penny turned around to see him standing there with a list of parchments in his hand. It took a second more for Penny to realize what was in his hands and she quickly got up from her seat to go to him.

"You found the list..."

Taking the parchments from his hand, Penny went through the list of the people who had been drawn. These were the witch hunters pictures and there were names written at the bottom of it.

"Did Ava finally speak?" she asked and he shook his head.

"The woman is too tight-lipped to open her mouth to speak about it. One of the associates had been sent with the list on the witch hunters who had been assigned with new cases in Mythweald," but that meant they didn't have everyone's name in here, "The rest we'll need to find out when we go there. Some of the councilmen will be joining us later because of the travel but we'll be going there now. I met Piers on my way here."

Penny's eyebrows drew together when she asked him, "Why?"

"He was part of the witches. Even if he didn't meet anyone, he should have picked up some information which was important," Penny waited for Damien to complete his words, "The witcher heard about a small meeting that is going to take place by the witches. I don't think he knows that in words of witches, it means a ritual."

"When is that?" she asked him.

"In two days. We need to leave now," he said, his expression serious. Penny's eyes shifted from him to the two women who had only stood up seeing their conversation being short and serious.

"We need things," Penny said to have the man nod.

Making their way to their own bedroom, Penny changed the clothes that she wore to her newly tailored pants and shirt with a jacket over her shirt. Penny was used to putting everything around her coat or at the rim of the pants that she didn't know how to carry everything right now.

Damien went to one of the cupboards which she had not seen him open until now. He pulled out two flat trunk-like cases and placed them on the bed.

"Use this to put your things in," he said, helping in opening the trunks she saw there were many sections where one could put many weapons in it. It was made to place weapons, "Use both of them."

"What about you?" Penny asked him.

"I will have another case out. You will need as many weapons as you can fit in there. It isn't going to be one or two witch hunters or black witches. But more than a dozen of them," he warned her beforehand.

Nodding her head, she took the ones she had stocked. She saw Damien pull out a bigger box for himself than what he had given to her. Right now Penny wasn't any mere human but she was a witch who had spells and had the ability of the elements that made her stronger. And at the same time, they didn't know if the black witches would have placed magic to stop her from making use of the spells.

And then the question arose, "What if the spell doesn't work? The one the butler gave me. We already know using spells is not possible when it comes to spilled magic."

"We'll have to see where there is no spilled magic for you to be able to use it," Damien answered her instantly as he threw the guns and other items which she didn't know existed in the room she had been sleeping all this time.

This meant they would have to watch and test every land they walked on once they would reach the land of Mythweald.

Not having many items stocked, Penny said, "We need to go to the church," seeing him close his trunk where he had been moving quickly.

She saw him locked the case and he said, "Give me a minute," and he suddenly vanished from the room. A minute passed by and Damien reappeared in front of her as he licked his lips and threw the blood bags in another trunk, "Can't take risks."

"Will that be enough?" She wanted to make sure his corruption wouldn't act up like last time.

"Should be sufficient for now. I have the blood pills and if it does turn bad, I have the witch hunters to feast on," he grinned looking at her, "Catch hold of the trunks," She did as she was told and he grabbed his own luggage before placing his hand on her shoulder to have both of them apparate inside the church.

As the church has been closed for some days now, there was no light and they were surrounded in nothing but darkness. The place has somewhat turned colder as if there was nothing to warm it and the way it had been abandoned.

Penny raised her hand and the ball of fire like light appeared in front of them. The light was used to guide them as they walked towards the familiar room where the white witches used to work in the creation of the weapons.

Taking a lantern, she lit it with fire before taking a second one while passing the first one to Damien. Looking up and in front of her, she noticed the number of weapons that were left as it is without completing or throwing it away.

Penny who had been working with the white witches who used to work here previously started to pick the weapons which she knew would be effective, placing them in the trunk which was not completely filled and Damien did the same.

"It is good that everything has been left here and hasn't been taken in by the council after the lockdown of the church," said Damien, his voice slightly echoing around them.