The 'Murderer' Herself

What is wrong with him? He came in and asked some questions and then, he froze. I don't understand this man at all. My first impression was that he personally wants to escort me to the pyre, then I thought he wants to hold a second trial, after that he started to ask questions about my life. What is going on? I can't wrap my head around it.

"You tried to kill Roland Wimbledon!"

Morrigan's jaw dropped, and complete shock struck her like lighting.

What the... How!? He asked like 6 or 5 questions! Yes he stood like a statue for about 10 minutes but, how did he manage to... There was also the possibility that all these were lies! Did I tell him too much?

"So it is true..." He said while grabbing his chin.

Hold on! You weren't sure about it? Then maybe I can still convince him about that...No I can't...I just gave him my answer.

The sun sat down the sky became black but in the small cell there were two pairs of small flickering greyish lights. These lights came from Morrigan's iris. Shortly after, the guards lit up all the torches on the wall.

Guess it doesn't matter now:" No I didn't try to kill him, I managed to kill him. Roland Wimbledon is actually, a completely different person right now." He is not going to believe me anyway.

"How did you kill him?" Machiavelli said with his eyes full of disbelief.

I was right. "More than two years ago Garcia Wimbledon asked me to kill her brother Roland Wimbledon. She offered me 20 gold royals if I succeeded, but I was willing to do it for free. I heard the rumours in King's City and knew it from her sister what he was like. I couldn't let someone like him become the King of Greycastle, if he somehow manages to win the crown that would ruin us all, that's what I thought. I planned to use a pill created by the Church and enhance its effect with my magic. I knew it from the very beginning that those pills are poison, but I can modify the effect they cause. My magic can make them less deadly or completely harmless even, but then they lose their effectiveness. The opposite is also true. That is because they are somehow created by magic. The pill that I sent was delivered by Tyre the maid of Roland. However on the day of the poisoning he did not die. Tyre told me that he took the pill but it had no effect. I am certain that the lethality is 100 %, or 10 out of 10 times." I am not sure he knows these calculations so I tell it that way. "I am convinced that after that attempt things become abnormal about him. I believe the pill that I gave him somehow made him another person. I am not sure how this happened, but ever since then I was running away from the royal family."

Silence struck the dungeon.

Now I am certain that he will kill me, or hand me over to Roland Wimbledon, that must be why he is hesitating to give me an answer. He is unsure which one gives more benefit, nobles...

"Can you reproduce the pill that you sent to this maid?" An exited look came over his face.

What ? Alright I give up guessing. "Yes, but I need a Church pill otherwise it won't work."

"Not a problem. "He gestured towards his guard who then started to run towards the entrance.

"Wait. Where did you get Church pills?"

"I stole some from Timothy Wimbledon. " Machiavelli answered laughingly. Then a small hint of anger came to his face.

So I am going to die...or maybe not...I don't have any idea what he is planning. Maybe he wants me to take my own medicine? Just to see it's effect? That will be ironic, but I have a question for him. "How did you know that I am a witch from the beginning?" I tried my best to lay low yet it was all for nothing.

"Tell me." He raised his hand and started counting on his fingers. "If you see a young beautiful woman, who is clearly not wanted to be seen, and then she suddenly cures an almost incurable disease, what would be your guess?"

I hate guessing. "But there is no guarantee."

"That's why I set up the trial, and also because I thought that you are a terrible spy, sent by the local lords to gather information about our current situation."

You mean the disease. That means I was right, he is really hated by the local lords, but what about my reward? "You said that if I answer your question I can ask for something, is this true?"

"Yes it is, but I will know that you told the truth only after you create that pill. I am going to give it to a death sentenced prisoner and then you can ask anything that is not related to your freedom. "He touched the back of his head. "I will decide what road I will take after I see the results."

Suddenly a guard came in panting with a chest in his hand. Machiavelli opened the chest which was full of Church pills, then gave one pill to Morrigan.

Stole 'some' huh. Anyway I just have to charge it up as much as I can.

The pill in her hands started to glow brighter and brighter until all of the sudden, the pill exploded. All the guards in the dungeon stepped in front of Machiavelli and completely covered him.

"I need another one." It is hard to know exactly what is the correct amount of magic power that the pill can take after two years. I had to ask Garcia to supply me with at least 20 pills so I can make one.

After three tries the pill in her hands didn't blow up and slowly started to lose its gloving effect. Morrigan then showed it to Machiavelli. He held out his hands, and got the pill. His face was full of excitement.

"How long can the pill retain this effect?"

"I am not sure, but I think it is more than three months. That is the limit of my magic. Maybe more but I have never tested the boundaries of that."

For a couple seconds Machiavelli just stood there looking at the pill in his hand and then went out of the dungeon. After he left silence claimed the empty floor. Only the sound of burning torches could be heard. Once again Morrigan went to her little gap and glanced out of it. The sun fall back and hundreds of stars claimed the sky; it looked like her eyes belong to the night sky as she looked at it.

"At least the scenery is nice"

Out of the blue, the scream of a man could be heard. A powerful and panicked cream. The sound come from not far. She turned away from the gap and tried to glance at the entrance through the grid, but there was no one there.

Not long after the sound of steel armour and running footsteps came from the entrance, and Machiavelli himself all alone arrived at her cells his guards were not far behind. He bent down and started panting. After that he stood up and said with a complete surprise on his face.

"You were right."