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The Villainess Wants To Go Home novel Chapter 67

"Teach me magic"

Elisaria had dropped an extra phoenix feather in her pot of bubbling substance by accident, her eyes staring at me wide eyed as if I said I was going to fly to the moon or something. "What?" her voice sounded incredulous.

I leaned my lower half and immediately cupped her wrinkly hand "Can you teach me magic?" I repeated, staring in her owl-like eyes with determination. Her mouth was wide open as if she couldn't utter anything from disbelief and confusion.

"Please" I really want to do the water magic the fairies could do. At first it never bothered me if I didn't know how to use magic because I could fight my way around and I have access to my weapons but after the witnessing the amazing water magic from the fairies I wanna learn it to.

Diana had water trait and she could have manipulated ice as well, but she never knew how to because no teachers were assigned to her, so Diana never learnt it and I couldn't rely on her memories to skim through the basics.

I wanna freeze people or drown them in a ball of water maybe even magically build an ice castle on a faraway mountain and sing how I'm unhappy in this place and I don't belong here like Elsa did....

Just kidding...Maybe

"I don't teach magic" her words came out venomous as she tugged her hand back. "Especially water magic" the old witch slammed the glass jar that contained tons of red blazing phoenix feathers that I was curious on where she got them.

"If ya wanna learn water magic find ya self a water-based magician. Maybe someone from Isvand"

"Thanks for stating the obvious, Miss Elisaria, it's not like I haven't tried to ask a person from my hometown to teach me and none offered too" the sarcasm came out easily through my lips and I rolled my eyes, crossing my hands and slamming my but on the chair. Pouting like a child.

My only chance of learning magic while I'm on break is gone.

I glanced back at the witch who was now sprinkling in some green powder in the bubbling substance of blue that turned red instantly. I tilted my head and eye in curiosity.

"What are you brewing?"

"Scumtumis" she answered, now stirring the pot. I'm seeing a witch brew potion for the first time well physically not on screen. "I have no idea what that is. Can you explain please?"

I heard a cumbersome hack of agitated annoyance come from her. "It was always peace and quiet before ya showed up. Always asking this and that never keeping ya mouth shut for a second."

My lips twisted in a scowl, and I narrowed my icy blue eyes glaring daggers at her. "It's not my fault your stupid ancient house doesn't contain a T.V" I mumbled silently so she couldn't hear me.

"Heh?" she turned her head to face me. "Sorry your old ears can't hear me properly" I said a grin of mischief crossing my face.

She rose an eyebrow as if she accepted my challenge of who can insult the other until one starts to cry. "I'm not the one here who can't even use simple magic that even a little kid would know" the mockery of her voice made me my eye twitch and an irritated smile twisting my lips.

"I rather have no magic than be an old hag in the woods"

Her iris diluted, the eyes of a birds of prey glared at me as if I was it's next meal, she kept her gaze on me for a while she smacked her lips together when suddenly she let a cackle so loud that it would have woken up the whole forest.

"I may be an old hag, but I have lived far longer than ya old age would ever" Elisaria pointed her long bony finger with a long yellow stained nail at me, her face expressed the glory of victory.

I opened my mouth to say something, but nothing came out, my mind had went blank at the moment. 'She's got a point'.

Elisaria smirked in amusement before continuing to stagger around the pot throwing in whatever seemed to catch her eyes. "Can you please teach me magic" I nagged her hoping she will give in and teach me.

"I told ya. I don't teach anyone magic" she slammed the jar on the shelf making the rest of the jars shake. "Why though? Just teach me how to start off and then I will figure out the rest myself"

Elisaria looked at me as if I was stupid or something. "The elemental magics are all different, Artemis. They have their own way of functioning the users abilities. Earth mages get their source of power from the core of the earth, their spiritual source is connected to the earth itself. That's how we are able to manipulate the traits of earth itself" she explained, her voice old and creaky as ever.

"Earth mages can learn the aspects of earth magic anywhere in Alphyria due to the power source being in the core of Alphyria however Water mages however are different when coming to learn the basics and can only learn to manipulate water is to learn it before hand in Isvand, the power source" my eyebrows dropped down to my eyes, twitching in annoyance as my lips pulled into a scowl.

"If ya wanna learn to control the water ya must go back to Isvand where ya came from." The growl of annoyance that spat out from her lips got me to narrow my icy blue eyes at her in response

I put my hand mid air indicating a hello to him and in response Alaric nodded his head. I searched for Demarcus, but I couldn't see him anywhere near. I shrugged my shoulders 'He must have went to get a drink or something'

Glancing back at Elisaria who had swiftly made her way to the middle of the oval grass land, she stood still under the sun and had her hands spread apart with her palms opened in a bowl as if an invisible ball rested within her palms.

Slowly making my way to her, I plopped myself on the cool grass in front of her and rested my chin on my palm, waiting patiently for her to finish her incarnation. She kept reciting the words quietly with closed eyes.

Being the respectful person I am, I waited patiently and obediently for her to finish so I can ask her my questions.

Giving my surrounding side glances, I could see the breeze sweep through the trees, sight of all the flowers and buds on the trees which the breeze carried it's fragrance to freshen the place with the sweet aroma of fresh flowers. The sun itself was shining brightly this afternoon and it warmed the top of my head.

'I wonder what Daisuke is up to?'

\~Tokyo Japan\~

A bloody cough escaped Daisuke's mouth, the warm crimson liquid raced down his jaw and onto his shirt, staining the white blouse to red. His wistful brown eyes stared into the cold demonic steel blue eyes of the master who was crouched in front of him, the pistol pointed under his chin ready to fire whenever he said anything that pissed the master off. Daisuke's blood-stained hand was pressed against the gun shot on his abdomen, the blood rapidly gushing out and making a pool of blood below him.

Daisuke's brown orbs shifted to Kaido who lay silently on the floor without a single sign of movement to be seen.

Fumihiro pushed the tip of the gun up to his chin to get the agents attention back on him again "A traitor is always a traitor" the cold-hearted words escaped out harsh and crude from Fumihiro's lips easily. "If I see my great agents going behind my back like that again, the next bullet" Fumihiro slowly moved the pistol to the silver man's head, placing the tip to the side of his head and with push of the trigger a click was heard, making Daisuke flinch. "Goes through your head" the man's cold warning had now placed a permanent home in his heart that will make sure he wouldn't step out of line again.

Fumihiro stood up without a single glance towards the two men and strolled out of the room, the room had seemingly warm up when he left and Daisuke was left leaning against the blood-stained wall of his own, the defeated eyes staring at the body of his friend.

He opened his mouth to call out his buddies name but all that came out was the splatter of blood. Daisuke slowly reached his hand out, but the agony of his wound made him wince back and fell to the ground with grunt. "shit" he felt hot tears fall down his cheek, the lump in his throat blocking the only air way.

"Kaido" his staggering hand had reached Kaido's shoulder fisting the black material within his palm. "Don't die on me you bastard"

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