Chapter 6

Helena gritted her teeth inwardly and started shedding tears like fur on an animal. She sniffed and yelled. "Your highness! Please stop making a scene! Even if your highness is the ruler of the witch kingdom, your reputation is already worse, and killing two witches in broad daylight is making it even more at stake! Please go away for the sake of your image!"

Hearing this fake caring speech, the surrounding witches couldn't help but feel touched. Helena was defending her rapist. She was such a kind-hearted woman.

Anastasia smirked. "Look who's talking?"

Helena frowned. "Excuse me?"

Anastasia spread her arms. "Well, since you're the mastermind of all the fake rumors you spread about me, defending me for the sake of my image is very ironic coming from me."

One witch who was very loyal to Helena barked. "How dare a dyke like you say that Helena spreads false rumors of you to ruin your reputation?! She is stating the truth!" Helena wanted to slap her so badly, that's what she's doing, you dumb bitch.

Anastasia scrunched up her face. "How are you so sure? Were you present when it happened?"

The witch is fucking stupid. We all got it. She held her head high. "I was not present when it happened, but I'm sure it happened!"

Her confidence impressed Anastasia. She proceeded. "Okay, whatever you say. But remember those words you said, they'll be used against you~" it left the witch puzzled.

Anastasia didn't mind her and turned her attention towards Helena. "What was my state when I tried to rape you?"

"You were drunk, of course! That's what miss Helena said!"

Anastasia tapped her chin in thought and pouted. "But I don't remember being so drunk that I forget that night. If I was drunk, I'd be great in bed. If I wanted to remember that night well, I wouldn't be so drunk that I forgot my memories. Witches have a high tolerance of alcohol and even if we got drunk, later we have a good recollection of what we did when we're not sober." That statement made Helena red in anger and nearly everyone present.

"How dare you say you wanted to remember that night with Helena! She's a goddess unlike you, dyke!"

"You're shameless!"

"You're disgusting! Leave now dyke before we kill you!"

But what Anastasia said was true, which made Helena sweat in panic. Witches had a high tolerance of alcohol somehow, and they always remembered everything they did when they were drunk. Only the memories part was written in the ancient books and long forgotten. Nobody would remember. All these witches were dumb bitches who were brainwashed easily, so she's safe. But not for now, sis.

Anastasia shrugged and rolled her eyes. "Wow, stop making a huge fuss about it. Even though Y'all bitch about me, doesn't mean I don't eavesdrop on your conversation. I heard some of you talking about how those disgusting womanizer's performances in bed were so good. It hurt my pride, ya know. People think that a lesbian's performance in bed is disgusting. And bad."

Gods, she humiliated everyone present there. Their faces looked like they were about to get a nosebleed or blood would start flowing from their eyes.

The same witch who kinda agreed to a bet with Anastasia mocked her. "If you weren't drunk when you tried to rape miss Helena, did somebody wipe your memories?" Everyone started getting more suspicious. Did Anastasia hire a witch to wipe out your memories?

Anastasia disagreed. "Why would I hire someone to wipe out my memories of that event when everyone here hates me to the core? I'm not that stupid either to ask someone to erase my memories. And I ain't stupid enough to erase my own memories by hitting my head with a baseball bat. Also, I can't hire a fae to do that, since witch magic doesn't work on fae and vice versa.

"Maybe your miss Helena might have asked someone to wipe out my memories so she could dirty my reputation without even knowing what I did."

Anastasia was doing the same trick Helena did. Turn everyone against their loved ones or close ones. That's what she did seven hundred years ago. She had nearly turned her brother against her family by placing a charm on him. Anastasia was doing the same thing except with words. Karma's a fucking bitch.

This aroused everyone's suspicion. Maybe Helena must've done that, or Anastasia must've done that. They all hated Anastasia, but they knew she wasn't that stupid. Was there a hidden truth they didn't know about?

The only ones that didn't get suspicious were the loyal coven of Helena. They were intelligent but fucking stupid. And they were going to dig their beloved leader's grave right now.

"Don't act innocent! You must've hired a witch to wipe your memories by traumatizing them and forcing them to do it, then they killed themselves!" Helena didn't know who the fuck was this witch, but she is going to reward this person for saving her life!

And again, the spectators got more suspicious of Anastasia. Maybe she did this.

Anastasia snapped her fingers. "Ah-ha! That's where the loophole is! Since your miss Helena is so traumatized by me, why did she not kill herself? And if she was so traumatized, why didn't Helena spill to the entire world that I nearly raped her? Traumatized people don't go around telling everyone about their trauma, they think it's shameful for whatever happened to them?" Helena so badly wanted to slap that dyke, even if she was agreeing to it. She wanted to slap that stupid follower of hers.

The witch didn't believe it. "You're lying! All you say is lies!"

Anastasia was going to blow her top. Convincing these brainless, narrow-minded people and getting back at someone is such a waste of time. She is going to get a bigger headache now. She sighed and started massaging her forehead. "Okay, somebody has erased my memories! But do Y'all kno-"

"So you admit nearly raping Helena!"

"Rapist!"

"Go away! You're a disgrace!"

Everyone kept cursing her. Anastasia gritted her teeth and shouted. "Can you brainless people let me speak!? Gods, you all are so rude!" Everyone shut their mouth. "Okay, so as I was saying, If my memories are erased, it means I forgot them, but they are still stored somewhere in the deep corner of my mind."

Helena panicked, how did she forget this important thing?! It means...it means... it means she won't get her revenge! (Such a dumbass. *eye-roll*)

She argued. "Wait!"

"Shut up, I'm not done talking! As I was saying, my memories are stored somewhere in the deepest corner of my mind. And that corner is the hair. You dumbasses should know that some memories are stored in the hair of a witch.

"Burning a strand of my hair could show that memory I forgot. So let's test my luck and burn that strand for proof I did nearly rape Helena, shall we?"