CH 31
How To Love A Witch
âI was just thinking about reading a book in the library.â
The butler breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that I was going to spend the day reading. Well, it was going to be a while.
âHmm? I have never seen this book before.â
âOh, I bought it when I went out.â
It was a book with a green leather cover; the butler narrowed his eyes. I quickly hugged the book close to my chest. Just in case he saw the crude illustration and tried to confiscate it.
Luckily, he didnât.
âItâs a book about witches. I didnât see it in the library since I heard my husband got rid of everythingâ¦â
âAh yes, he told me to burn everythingâ¦â Alanâs expression was heartbreaking.
At that moment, a certain thought came into my head. âDid you really burn everything?â
âWellâ¦â
As I expected! I was happy seeing the butler mumble to himself, being unable to answer.
âThere are some⦠My lord told me to take care of everything, but it was an enormous number of books. The fire would be too big if we burned everything all at once. The books were burned in small piles.â
âSo some have yet to be burned.â
âWell, yes.â However, since his lord told him to dispose of all those books, the butler asked me not to tell anyone else.
I nodded quickly. Iâll keep it a secret, butâ¦
âMay I look at them?â
âAre you referring to the books?â
âYes.â
âMy apologies, but theyâre all books my lord designated as prohibited. It wonât be easy to get them.â
âIâm just curious.â I tried to persuade him, but he responded with a resounding no.
âI donât know if youâve heard, but I replaced Mr. Avery in the infirmary.â
âI have. Congratulations, my lady.â
âThank you. You knowâ¦â
Letâs start here. With a wide smile, I vented out my gloom. Alan was trying to comfort me, and then he paused.
Soon, his eyes were filled with anxiety. It was exactly as I anticipated.
âThereâs a huge gap between witches and humans, right? Iâm worried. Will people see me as competent when it comes to treating them?â
âOh, I see.â
âI kept bothering me. Itâd be better to see how humans truly think of witches.â
âWhat youâre trying to say isâ¦â
Good. It was over. Perhaps my persuasion worked, and the butler, who kept shaking his head, was now nodding.
âI will show you then.â
Alan, who was wary of me a while ago, smiled brightly and turned around. He gestured for me to follow him since he would personally escort me.
Wonderful.
Quickly wiping the grin off my face, I followed after him. Was it because I won against Evan and Alan, the two right-hand men of the duke? I felt like I was adapting to life here because I couldnât truly fit in. Of course, I didnât know if this was a good or bad thing.
***
ââ¦You said this was all thatâs left.â
âYes, I did.â
âWhy are there so many?â
Oh my.
Looking at the piles upon piles of books before me, I was stunned. I thought itâd just be a small box in the corner or something.
âThere are around 500 books.â
The whole room was filled with them.
âDidnât you most were burned?â
âOnly a tenth of the original amount is here.â
I couldnât believe it. It was a shame the collection in the library was a shell of its former glory. We were in a secluded room in the corner of the library. Did this really have all the books that hadnât been burned yet? I was surprised it wasnât in a far corner of Havel.
More importantly.
âIâm curious. My husband didnât seem interested in witches. Why does he have all these books related to them?â
What the hell was he going to use them for?
âBooks related to witches are expensive. Prices range from anywhere to five and twenty times the normal price of a book.â
And the older they were, the more expensive they got.
âAmong the nobility, a book about witches was used to measure oneâs wealth. Nothing to do with research or reading for pleasure.â
âBasically, theyâre just for decoration?â
âYes, itâs like a hobby.â
Nodding, I slowly looked around the room. Judging by the butlerâs words, all of these books must be very expensive.
âWait, but he wants to burn all of them?â
Huh?
âIndeed, itâs a waste of money, but he gave the order.â
The butler appeared truly disheartened. He told his lord they shouldnât burn them and even cried; however, it was to no avail.
âWhen Marquis Phineas visited, he took two boxes. Donât tell my lord that. Itâs better to give them to someone who needs them.â
âAll right.â My husband would say something if he found out.
However, for some reason, the thought that he might already know came to mind, but I didnât say anything. Why did he tell Alan to burn them? If he didnât want anyone to see them, he could have just put them in a place where no one would know.
I was puzzled. He was trying to throw away something that showed off his wealth because he didnât need it.
âI have work to do, so I shall take my leave. You can read any book here as long as you return them to its original location. Remember, donât take them out of the library.â
âYes, yes. Thank you.â
After seeing the butler off, I began to search through the room in earnest. I didnât know what to read first, so I picked up one of the thicker, oldest-looking books.
âLetâs get started, shall we?â Smiling, I sat down in the corner and put down a basket beside me.
Inside it was a box of snacks. It was thanks to the chef who thought Iâd get hungry while studying. My husband was busy with work today, and Avery was far away from doing any medical examinations. Lady Duncan said she was going on vacation and return at a later date.
What did this mean? At least until my husband finished his work and started looking for me, I was free. Thinking about how to use my time well, I decided to satiate my curiosity.
I flipped to the first page.
[They are called witches, but really, they are monsters.]
âI donât like where this is going.â
[Some call them gods, but this is far from the truth. It would be more accurate to say they are the descendants of demons.]
I nodded to myself and read each word slowly. I didnât enjoy the content of it.
Yet it was interesting.
âEven before I came here, they really liked to use the word âmonster.ââ It was awkward to hear a lifeâs worth of name-calling in just a few weeks.
[In the beginning, there were only humans. But then there were some with special powers who separated themselves from their kin. This was the very beginning of witches. They killed good men with evil acts and called themselves gods. At one point they took the landâ¦]
Before telling the history of witches, the book told the story of the entire continent. Of course, it was different from what I learned in Kartelle.
[They took the blood and flesh of innocent men, and to those who didnât obey them, a spell was cast on them so they could be controlled. Thus, our forefathers were forced to worship them because of their magic. It was a disgraceful time in our history.]
In other words, they admitted to worshipping witches in the past, but because they were controlled by magic, it was against their will.
âHistory belongs to the victor.â The fabricated truth almost made me laugh. âItâs like they wrote a novel. Itâs not an exaggeration to say they reinvited history. Those historians mustâve had a hard time.â
I wonder if there was anyone who fell for this nonsense. But then I remembered what happened in town.
âOh, right.â People of this era learned history through such books and believed it was the truth. âDespite being a witch, I feel bad for them.â
I turned to the next page. The content didnât change much. Basically, humans lived happily until the âdevilâ appeared and took everything away from them. Therefore, they believed it was a good thing they drove the witches out.
Losing interest, I skimmed through the rest of the book. I wasnât sure how much time had passed.
âWhatâs this?â I found an illustration.
It was of a woman tied to a wooden stake, which was an image found in every other book about witches. The demon-like figure seemed to be struggling with the fire surrounding her.
What a terrible picture. I carefully turned to the next page. It had the following sections about experiments:
1. The Anatomy of a Witch
2. How to Torture a Witch
3. How to Properly Kill a Witch
For a moment, my hand stopped without me realizing it. It even trembled. Calming down my racing heart, I turned the page again. The book went into great detail about how to get the truth out of witches who lied.
[Shove them into a bath of boiling water. Next, take a part of their body and with a leatherâ¦â
Simply put, it was a guide on how to torture witches. I was holding my breath, unable to take my eyes off the page.
âWhat youâre reading there must be fascinating, hmm?â