Chapter 6- Not Your Typical Witch

I am taken to an inn by Zain. The staff was friendly and the inn was cozy. They have a nice bath, which helps me unwind a little. They have lovely boutiques with a wide selection of dresses. I purchased a white hair accessory, a blue dress that matches my hair, and light blue lace-up shoes. However, they occasionally have no choice but to use force to remove troublemakers who enter the tavern that is a part of their inn.

I asked Zain, "Should I not interfere in this situation? I'm afraid they might have broken bones."

He doesn't even flinch a little bit as he downs his chocolate milkshake. "Except for the vampire who hurts the citizens of the Eblines empire, these things are normal in Narlet City," Zain reassuringly replied.

One of the troublemakers threw him away, nearly knocking a member of the tavern staff into the counter. He was shocked that I was able to stop him from having an accident when I held his back.

I asked him, "Are you okay, Mister? Please be careful. An injury prevents you from working." He quickly got to his feet while blushing. I quickly get up from the high stool and go after the troublemakers. To get their attention, I clap aloud and whistle. They paused for a while and cast a glance my way.

"I was enjoying a pleasant conversation with the Knight Commander when the thrown staff came dangerously close to hitting his head. Please, I can't take this kind of trouble! Enjoy your beverages quietly!" I shouted. Zain held my back and whispered, and then the tavern fell silent, and the troublemakers began to laugh. "Hey, you ought to settle down a bit. They have no idea who or what the Knight Commander of the Eblines looks like!"

I smiled a little and moved in the direction of the largest person who had earlier thrown the tavern staff. One of the troublemakers insults me, "This isn't a place for midgets, Miss! You should go home and serve your husband's dinner!" he added. This moron ticks me off. I grab his collar and throw him outside the tavern after giving him a long look. He lands directly on the opposite side of the tavern, in the bunch of empty barrels.

"Whoa! Calm down!" Zain said while preventing me from running amok.

They could have left this place, but instead they chose to make fun of me? I find it inconceivable that Narlet City had a problem with discrimination against women. I questioned them, "Who's next? Should I crush your bones or should I melt them?"

The troublemakers start to flee the tavern out of fear for their lives. I turned to face Zain. He walked past after his mouth fell open as if nothing had happened. I requested the Fantasy Twilight, their house specialty tea, from the bartender. The bartender continued to stare. To get his attention and wake him up, I snapped my fingers.

The bartender said, "I'm sorry, Miss. I'll make it right away."

Zain was still standing and keeping an eye on the troublemaker outside as the bartender started to prepare my order. Pathetic troublemaker Maybe he would still be conscious if he hadn't picked a fight with me.

I call his name, "Zain."

He was about to hit the ground when a bartender caught him. He was slowly looking at me when I noticed his pale face.

"This is not appropriate behavior for a lady! T-T-This is not normal!" Zain shouted. I glance at Zain, who hasn't recovered from the shock, as the bartender placed my order on the counter. "The woman must complete this! The Lady must carry out that! I'm sick of that misunderstanding! They must be weak, but they mustn't resist! Only fools would think that. I exclaimed, "Ladies must be happy and carefree without any constraints and approval from the people of society."

I extend a cup of tea to Zain and take a sip. Tea made with red hibiscus and butterfly pea flowers is resonating in my nose. But there was a problem with this tea. I repositioned my teacup on the saucer and cast a bewildered glance the bartender's way. I asked the bartender, "Mister, do you have any plants here? I want to test something."

I jumped off the high stools and brought the teacup with me, poured the contents into the pot, and clenched my fist when I saw the plant suddenly turn wilted, as the bartender had pointed out that there was a plant in the corner.

"What does this thing do here?" I asked.

"Just as I expected, this tea has poison; to be precise, it is Miasma Dew, highly poisonous water from Glaustein." I added.

I gave Zain a glance. He grit his teeth and gave the bartender an angry look. When Zain pulled out his sword and pointed it at the bartender's jaw, the patron turned pale. Zain yelled angrily, "I know that apple came from you. Why did you put poison in her tea? What is your purpose? Did you also poison my apples?"

The bartender knelt down and begged for his life. I changed my weapon into a scythe as he turned to face me.

I said coldly, "Sorry, Mister, but I'm not your typical goody-goody lady. My name is Epiphany Saberblade, and I have many titles as a witch, but this time I'll just go with this title that I have hated for a long time.

The bartender begs for his life in tears. The employees of the tavern skulk in various obscene locations. I paused and said, "I forgot to mention to you, Zain, that I am the Mysterious Witch. I'm not the typical witch you will find on the continent, and you know what I hate?"

I give Zain a smile as I look at him. I briefly changed my expression to one of rage. I stabbed the floor with the scythe close to the bartender's beloved child-bearing pouch, between his legs. I screamed, "I hate that I have to act like a lady! All prejudices against women in this society must be destroyed!"

Zain almost fainted. I must admit that I went overboard in that rage, but I can’t help but debunk it furiously. I transformed my weapon back to its original form and raised my skirt a little bit, putting it back on my case belt.

"Shall we call this a day? We must sleep," I said, and pinched Zain’s face.

As I was walking away, Zain held my hand and dropped a question that I never expected. "Did you say your full name is Epiphany Saberblade? Do you have the royal bloodline of the Eblines Empire?"

I raised my eyebrows when he was surprised that my surname was Saberblade. "Hey, I thought you already knew my name because of rumors? Did you forget? " I have a question.

He shrugged and answered my question, "I never thought you were a Saberblade because I got that issue from the Falcon Order. And all the information they say captures the Blue Rose Witch."

So they only use my real registered name. I was wondering what came to Alethea’s mind, and she brought me back to the throne. What the heck? Alethea, what kind of overboard have you done?