Chapter 111

I turned my head very quickly in the direction of Flynn. Not that I really believed that Izabel could say something genuinely worrying, since despite liking her presence very much, it was inevitable not to consider her a charlatan. I just didn't want to pay to see if Flynn's ancestors were already aware of my plans for his future.

"Yes, I would like to, ma'am," said Flynn, leaning lightly on the couch. "What do you need to see my future?”

Izabel seemed to inflame, as radiant as she could be to see that someone unknown was interested in hearing her predictions. Beatrice deeply regretted, but obeyed when her mother asked for the witches' deck, and left dragging her feet to bring the item to the room. So Izabel began a series of preparations to make the environment more susceptible and pleasant to her deities, and this caused Beatrice to have to turn off all the lights and light candles. I started to feel a little weird. First, I had drunk because I didn't feel vulnerable in front