"Oh." I respond with nothing but that. Jean did tell me how powerful this witch is gifted to be. But at the end of the day, a witch needs something in return to grant a curse or a wish. A boon, in neutral terms."Her name is Olga. One of the oldest witches to have ever lived on the planet." Says Jacob, letting me curl like a kitten over his chest."Is she understanding? Have you met her before?" Before answering me, a chuckle suddenly rumbles out of his chest."Why would you laugh?""I'm sorry, I just remembered our first encounter. The witch and I, that is." My eyebrows jump in curiosity."I see. Well, tell me. I'm curious to know.""Of course, princess. Well, I sure you've heard Jean's side of the story. The day we both have parted. On that day, with my mother's head, I went around searching for this woman around the lake. The strongest witch she was, I was told by many.There, she was feasting on a deer after cooking it. She seemed
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