Chp.118 : Second.

Thus after couple of years after Deborah was recruited the head of the witches, she slowly got to know that all the things that she had assumed about the palace and the position were vague or more so incorrect. 

But what she could possibly do now. Time was flying and she was already in the pool of things she would not willing step into.

Yet over and over again she was reminded of her Hera's face. The defeating feeling that she felt that time  it was unforgettable. Even though the reality was that everyone went ahead with their lives she still though people thought about how she was just second. 

It was like a shameful stain on her gown that she couldn't get rid of however hard she tried and the reason for that were the gazes of people around her. But the thought became more creameted when she heard those two talking.

"So what do you think about magic?" Henry asked as he was sipping tea luxuriously in his garden.