Odin walked me further into the port town until we reached an alley way.
“It’s dangerous for women nowadays,” He hummed a soft tune, one hand holding me by the shoulders in his arms Bella was busy playing around with his golden hair.
Danger.
The trials were taking place in the capital of Solvia. All the witches in the realm were being herded together and brought to face trial. Unholy creatures is what we’d been deemed. Crimes against their lord and savior, sins against their god.
Except it was nearly impossible to tell a witch apart from regular mortals—that is unless they were preforming magic. When a witch performs magic, they harness the mana collected in their souls. This makes the witches eyes turn violet which apparently the citizens of Solvia took that appearance as a devil’s di
