Chapter 87



87 Broken Curse

Selma Payne’s POV:

This was bad!

Perhaps the witch had discovered something and was using this to test the southern Duke.

If nothing had happened to him, then to cooperate with the witch’s act, he had to play the role of a ‘kind father’ and immediately get up to take care of his sick daughter.

The problem was that Dorothy’s incantation was still incomplete. If he gave up now, everything would be in vain. When the witch noticed the abnormality, she might not allow the southern Duke to act alone.

“Oh! Carolyn!” The southern Duke immediately stood up like a good father and said anxiously, “Quickly take me to see her!”

Contrary to his anxious expression and tone, his movements were as steady as earth. He didn’t even twitch.

“Don’t worry, Lennon.” My father stopped her in time.”Why don’t we ask the doctor to take a look first? I’m sure Carolyn wouldn’t want her father to worry either.”

“The Queen has asked for Dr. Tracy,” Kara replied. “She said everyone, especially the southern Duke, doesn’t have to hurry.”

“Thank you, Your Majesty, for your generosity!” The southern Duke exclaimed. Forgive me for my rudeness just now. Perhaps I can be pardoned by Your Majesty and enter the Queen’s suite to see my daughter?”

“Of course, Lennon.” My father said, “Now, I’ll ask the head servant to lead us.”

Dorothy picked up her speed as the few spoke and quickly finished the last few words. The complex incantation glowed like fluorescent light and disappeared after a few seconds.

The southern Duke stood up and stretched his body. Then, he nodded at Dorothy and said, “Thank you, child.”

Without the imprisonment of witchcraft, he was finally free from the witch’s constant monitoring and could speak freely.

“It’s my honor, my Lord.” Dorothy handed a small crystal bottle to the southern Duke. “The monitoring spell has been broken, but to hide it from the public, I have set up a new set of sorcery on you. Its logic and structure were completely copied according to the previous spell, and it is guaranteed that no flaws would be seen. The crystal bottle contains the essence of the moon. Drink it at midnight tonight. The Moon Godness will protect you from destroying your new spell.”

“What’s the use of the new spell?” the southern Duke asked.

“No.” Dorothy shook her head. “Its only use is to distort your actual situation and hide it from those who want to monitor you. It will ensure that every message she receives is logical but wrong. In fact, the old spell on you only has the monitoring function, which has dramatically made it easier for me to work.”

“Advanced witchcraft,” the southern Duke said. “Young werewolves rarely have talents like yours. You will become a great master.”

“Thank you,” she said.

Dorothy didn’t respond more to that. Finally, my eyes met hers, and she smiled at me.

Although he tried to delay, he still took much time. Finally, to not give himself away, the southern Duke had to run to my mother’s suite to keep up with the image of a good father who gave up his manners because he was worried about his daughter.

Carolyn was lying in a room filled with gorgeous silk and jewelry, frowning and groaning. Tracy looked solemn as she examined her. Tracy was also in a difficult position because she couldn’t find anything unusual with Carolyn.

Of course, the cunning witch was just pretending to be sick.

“Carolyn! How are you?” the southern Duke asked sincerely. “Are you feeling uncomfortable?”

The fake Carolyn opened her eyes weakly and muttered, “Father, my stomach hurts.”

“Oh, my child …”

Her acting skills were so good that the father and daughter were about to cry.

However, this also meant that Dorothy’s efforts were effective. This witch had not discovered our secret plot and was acting weakly.

My mother stepped forward and said apologetically, “I think this was my mistake, Lennon. I allowed Carolyn to drink too much black tea with added ice, which might have caused her to catch a cold.”

A pot of black tea and a half-filled ice bucket were on the exquisite round table.

“Don’t say that,” the southern Duke said, putting on the act of an anxious but still respectful father. “We all know how much you love Carolyn. This is just a small accident caused by the young person’s gluttony.”

At this moment, Tracy finished her examination and said with certainty, “Your Majesty, my Lords, please do not worry. Miss Carolyn only has some stomach spasms. She will be fine after drinking some hot tea.”

My mother quickly asked the servant to prepare hot tea. The spacious Queen’s suite was filled with servants busying around, ending the farce.

In the afternoon, my parents asked the southern Duke and Carolyn to stay for lunch. Aldrich, Duke Frank, and I accompanied them. I was physically and mentally exhausted after eating this hypocritical meal. All my thoughts were on communicating with Carolyn, and the food tasted like wax.

Before she left, Carolyn took away a lot of fine clothes and jewelry, finally revealing some of a witch’s characteristics. Her unconcealed greed was just like in the legend.