bdsm-fiction Chapter 166 Pain and Doubt
Chapter 166 Pain and Doubt
Chapter 166 Pain and Doubt
"Mother, you arranged this, didn't you!"
Tracy's question, laced with grief and hatred, caused Katarina's smile to freeze slightly, and for a moment she felt utterly confused.
Arrangements? What arrangements did I make?
I haven't done anything lately.
But she immediately realized something was wrong! And it was a big deal related to Tracy's "little secret"!
She immediately dropped her playful expression, replacing it with one of concern. She quickly walked to Tracy and softly asked, "What's wrong, little Tracy? What happened?"
Tracy's face was gloomy, and she didn't say anything.
The instant she learned of Brando's whereabouts, she could clearly feel that another large portion of the "Witch of Pain" potion within her had been digested. But right now, she had no time to care about it!
Katarina glanced at Tracy a few times, noticing her distraught and near-collapse-like appearance, and already had a pretty good idea of what was going on. She smiled slightly and, in a tentative tone, whispered, "It can't be—your 'other half,' that interesting boy named Brando, has gotten into trouble?"
Upon hearing that name, Tracy's body trembled violently. She looked up, her eyes bloodshot and almost bleeding.
He stared intently at Katarina.
"Mother, did you do this?!"
In her view, it was all too much of a coincidence! She had used all her informants before, but couldn't find any trace of Brando. Then, as soon as her mother arrived, news of Brando's death came immediately from Misor.
She knew all too well what a "witch" was like! It was quite possible that her mother had made her digest the potion, to make her taste pain and despair.
She found Brando first, and then... The thought of this possibility made Tracy clench her fists, her nails digging deep into her flesh, her whole body trembling slightly with anger.
From Tracy's expression, which looked as if she wanted to devour her alive, Katarina completely understood her thoughts.
To be honest, she felt a sense of helplessness at this moment, as well as a touch of wicked amusement that made her feel even more amused by being wronged.
Although she did have the idea of using that little guy named Brando to help Tracy digest the potion, and also to satisfy her own curiosity.
But she hasn't had a chance to act yet! Lately, she's been busy going back and forth to the sect headquarters, dealing with that pile of damn materials and merits, and hasn't had time to go find that new adventurer.
Moreover, she would have to wait until she met Brando in person to make a decision on the specific arrangements.
It doesn't necessarily have to be a brutal method like a life-or-death separation. The person who can make little Tracy so concerned must be a very interesting person.
If that were the case, she wouldn't mind having a thrilling, youthful "romance" with him. Doing so would both stabilize her somewhat monotonous state due to her long life and be a more elegant way to make little Tracy feel pain and despair.
Thinking about this, Katarina even felt a pang of regret.
She reached out and gently covered her mouth, her face showing just the right amount of sadness: "Little Tracy, how could you doubt me like that?"
"Your mother has been busy with your achievements all this time, how could she possibly do such a thing?"
Then, she stepped forward and gently stroked Tracy's back, as if soothing a ruffled kitten, and said in a gentle voice, "Calm down and tell me what happened. Things may not be as bad as you think."
Upon hearing this, Tracy calmed down slightly.
Perhaps she truly needed comforting; after hesitating for a long time, she finally spoke slowly in an almost hoarse voice: "Misor sent word. Because of that ten thousand pound bounty, Brando has been murdered."
"Oh my god—." Katarina covered her mouth, letting out a perfectly timed gasp, "Is it the ten thousand pound bounty—"
She sighed and said in a tone tinged with reproach and regret, "Little Tracy, I warned you before that offering a bounty is not a good idea. There's no need to be so hasty. Love isn't something you can get through such a brutal method."
Upon hearing this, Tracy's anger, which had just subsided, suddenly surged up again.
She was just scared! She was scared that Brando would fall into your and the cult's hands, which is why she resorted to this drastic measure! Who could have imagined that things would turn out this way!
After a while, accompanied by a slight spiritual fluctuation, Mithor used mirror magic to place the two items as "evidence".
The items were teleported to Tracy's room.
A canvas shoulder bag and a pair of men's trousers stained with a little blood fell to the floor with a "thud" onto the luxurious carpet.
Tracy's gaze was fixed on the handbag. She recognized it immediately; it was the item Lorne always carried with him.
During the time he was adrift at sea, he always carried this bag on his back, never leaving it for a moment.
As if all her strength had been drained, she slowly knelt down, reached out her trembling hand, and hugged the handbag to her chest.
It can't be wrong.
She buried her face in her handbag, inhaling deeply. A faint, almost imperceptible scent of Brando lingered on it. Though faint, she was certain she wouldn't mistake it.
This is indeed his own work.
Could it be that Brando... really—
In an instant, her body began to tremble uncontrollably, and a suppressed sob escaped her throat, like that of a wounded wild animal.
Seeing Tracy's heartbroken state, a glint of satisfaction flashed deep in Katarina's eyes. She could clearly sense that the aura of the "Witch of Pain" emanating from Tracy was becoming more solid and profound at an alarming rate.
"What a perfect time to digest this potion," Katarina thought.
She didn't go forward to disturb them, but instead prepared to quietly enjoy this wonderful show directed by an "accident".
However, at that moment, her keen intuition, typical of a high-ranking witch, made her sense something extremely subtle and inexplicable that was "not right".
Things don't seem to be that simple.
She glanced at Tracy, who was still immersed in grief, and decided not to get involved for the time being. She silently retreated to the huge full-length mirror, and in a flash, her figure merged into the mirror and left.
Katarina's departure went unnoticed by Tracy.
Her world was filled with nothing but pain and despair.
No...that's not right!
Just as she was about to be completely consumed by despair, a sliver of reason belonging to the pirate captain forcibly pulled her out of the abyss of emotion.
There might still be a chance! We can't jump to conclusions before we've even seen the property!
Tracy suddenly raised her head, and a fierce glint rekindled in her red, tear-streaked eyes.
She forced herself to pull herself together, grabbed the dressing mirror used for communication from the bedside table, and gave Misor an order in a cold tone:
"Investigate this thoroughly! Find out the whole story!"
"Also, keep that guy who wants to claim the bounty calm! We can't let him get away before I arrive in person."