Elina

It looks like Elina belonged to the former.

It was a simple technique because men were simple. Use magic to make oneself look like an innocent maiden. Appear in a mysterious manner that causes the man to forget about reality. Use sweet words to control his thoughts and desires. Then initiate physical contact. But not too much. Leave something to be desired. Appeal to his ego, his desire to protect women. Take him away.

And then kill him.

This technique was usually used by weak witches. Witches with pitch black eyes. Because their magic didn't have the strength for direct combat. So they resort to these tricks.

Elina's magic was sealed away by the handcuffs. So she had to use trickery. But she was still a silver witch. It was surprising that she knew off techniques only weak witches used.

"Take me to your room."

The man's breathing was heavy. He swallowed.

She said, "I want to be with someone who can protect me."

The man took her hand and led her to his room. The door closed.

I emerged from my corner and stood outside his door. What to do? It shouldn't be possible for him to take off her handcuffs. Every pair of gransia cuffs was unique and only I had the key to this pair.

What if she kills him?

That would be to my advantage.

I'd find out what she is capable of without full access to her magic.

And his life wasn't worth much to me. I'd already gotten all the information out of him.

Why did the Church of Deliverance have combat units?

Are there any rumors about the Church wanting witches?

Have you fine men ever heard of a witch by the name of Elina?

He sure was talkative. He sure knew a lot. But he wasn't smart. That's what happens when you put sensitive information into a dumb head. It leaks.

I pressed my ear against the door. I heard muffled sounds. Sounds of pain or sounds of pleasure? It was hard to tell.

But either way, something was going on.

The sounds stopped.

I waited.

Silence.

Whatever Elina was doing in there, she was done. I put my hand on the doorknob. I turned it.

I stopped. Because someone had their hand on my shoulder.

I turned around and saw the green eyed bastard.

He said, "You're going into the wrong room."

Suspicious eyes. Hostile. He wasn't pleased to see me again. The alcohol must've worn off.

He said, "Go back to your room. To that witch of yours."

"I told you before, she isn't a witch." I took his hand off my shoulder. "Insult my wife again and I'll break your hand."

He pulled his hand away. I stepped aside. He opened the door and stepped in.

"Gregor? Where did you go?" The green eyed bastard sounded confused.