Chapter 1104: Chapter 1203

The memory of my dream suddenly came back, leaving me puzzled.

If that nightmare was a glimpse into the future, why did Gale seem more powerful than me in it?

Shouldn’t I have been the supreme witch in that scenario?

But as Camilla shared more, the murky details in my head started to piece themselves together.

“Thanks a lot, Camilla!” I expressed my gratitude genuinely.

Camilla simply gestured with her hand and said, “You don’t have to thank me.

I’m not doing this just for you.

I’m repaying your mother for her generosity and kindness.

She was always there for witches who had nowhere to go.

”

“I get it!” I replied, feeling a surge of resolve.

“I promise you, I’ll do my utmost to end the feud between witches and werewolves.

I won’t let witches be left without a home again.

”

“That would be great,” Camilla responded, showing a rare hint of emotion.

As she was about to dismiss me, she added rather clumsily, “Alright, I’ve told you everything.

It’s time for you to go.

”

I acknowledged her with a grateful smile.

“Thanks again.

”

As I was about to step out of the prison, I paused and asked earnestly, “Camilla, do you still hold a grudge against werewolves? Are you still thinking about revenge?”

Debra’s POV:

Camilla offered a weary smile, shook her head, and let out a sigh.

“The longstanding feud between werewolves and witches should have ceased ages ago.

As you’ve mentioned, perpetual animosity doesn’t lead to anything positive.

It only results in more people suffer.

”

I felt a bit of relief hearing this.

I was eager to secure Camilla’s release.

She had once been a support to my mother and hadn’t committed any wrongs.

She didn’t deserve to spend her twilight years in a gloomy cell.

But before I could act, I needed assurance that she wouldn’t reignite the strife between witches and werewolves.

So, after some thought, I inquired cautiously, “Camilla, after being imprisoned for so long by my father, do you hold any bitterness?”

While posing the question, I carefully watched her face and eyes, s

earching for any hidden resentment.

Camilla took a moment before responding candidly, “There’s bitterness, of course, but it’s not so overpowering that I’d seek vengeance.

Your father’s decision to confine me here probably kept me safer than if I were outside, being hunted by werewolves.

”

Her response and demeanor convinced me she was being truthful.

Therefore, I assured her, “Alright, then you have nothing to worry about.

I’ll talk to my father about finding a place where you can bask in the sunlight and spend your remaining years in tranquility.

You won’t have to stay in this cell anymore.

”

Camilla just smiled in response, neither expressing gratitude nor surprise.

Perhaps after living so long, she’d grown indifferent, feeling that one place was much like another, or she’d experienced too much to harbor any expectations, fearing disappointment.

Regardless of her inner thoughts, I was certain that she’d prefer the warmth of the sun and a taste of freedom over this damp and shadowy cell.