Agatha (21)

"So two months ago, when I was once again in Borley, negotiating and telling those stupid royals how to arouse their accursed blood… Did you do as I requested?" asked the villainess in an unhurried manner without masking her nervousness.

The Count nodded with a complicated look put on. "Since it is your request, Your Highness, naturally, I did. I've been trying to put a curse on that Duchess, the strongest one I can cast even. However, my attempt always ended up in failure. Until now, I have yet to figure out the reason."

"How fascinating…" said Agatha, even though there was no sign of fascination in her face.

She was actually almost expressionless. Only her eyes had small, almost indiscernible hints of anxiety and mild irritation. It must not have been easy for her to accept that not only her, but even a warlock stronger than her could not hex Margarette Holon to death.