Mathilda
“My mother and I made the Hell’s Cradle. She lied about the treasure, and I killed the wondering men. It is only a myth to the people. I do not know exactly how the knights found out the reality behind it.”
“So, you see, it is not my fault, Mathilda. There is a snitch in the convent and it is her fault.”
She should write her life story, it was a good one for fiction, but crazy evil in reality. All this time behind her sweet smile was a killer. How could she kill people because of a heart break? How could she kill people because of youth?
“The council of sisters knows about it too, I saw them with you earlier, how did you make them heed to you?” I asked to buy time, so I could think a way out