Young Master Damien's Pet (WN)

Penny didn't want to be like her mother. Being a black witch was something she didn't want to be, "I don't want to turn to one."

"You won't. As you said, it might be one of the side effects of being the offspring of two different witches. The spells and the procedure must be different to different kinds of witches and isn't the same when it comes to how it would react," they stood up and Damien pulled Penny to his side, "If aunt Isabelle wrote this down, it is possible that she performed the forbidden magic."

Penny walked towards one of the glass shelves, looking at her reflection to see her eyes that had turned to slits. She felt like she was seeing a completely different person right now. This was not supposed to be happening. They were only testing to check if the potions could benefit and it was the same ones they had believed it to be by the scent of it but who knew she was walking in the path of the forbidden magic.

"It is possible that as Alexander is a different sort of witch, it must have not harmed him and he must be immune to it," Damien came up with the theory of the possibility of what might have happened just now, "If it is true. Alex, complete the potion," he said to his cousin who only frowned at him.

"How do we know it is not going to backfire?" asked Lord Alexander who was not interested in playing check if the forbidden magic would affect him or not.

Penny turned back, looking at Lord Alexander who was contemplating what to do, "Okay, let's test it."

Saying this, he bent down and added a few more things into it and started to chant the spells that were written down which was in a language of the witches that was not spoken anymore now in any of the lands, "I need a test subject," said Alexander looking at Penny and Damien as they were the only ones in the room, "We aren't sure of how it will react with the pureblooded vampire. The normal healing mechanism of us is higher than the other creatures and we don't know how much time it will take if we were to use the potion," his eyes then shifted to Penny who felt like she was the goat who was about to be sacrificed.

At the same time, she wanted to know if it would work. If it could heal, the potion they had made where her eyes looked like a snake. Thinking about it, she internally whined.

Alexander walked towards her, his steps languid until he reached for the room bell to call his butler. When the butler arrived, the man covered his surprise over what was happening in the room.

"How can I be of your service, Lord Alexander?" asked the butler, his head bowing at him.

"Take a seat, Martin. We are trying to experiment with something from one of my mother's books," hearing this the butler's eyes slightly widened. One would have mistaken his widened eyes to be because he was going to be the test subject but it wasn't because of it.

Alexander had grown up with Martin around him to be able to pick up subtle expressions of his butler, "Is something the matter, Martin?" he tilted his head in question.

To Penny, the butler appeared to be the same with his hard cold expression that seemed unchanged. She watched the butler stare back at Lord Alexander like the person in front of him had not spoken a word to him. The butler, on the other hand, remembered the times when the Lady and the previous Lord were still alive. His eyes didn't move to look at the books as he realized what he had carried in here.

"These are the lost books of Lady Genevieve."

"Lost?" Alexander asked seeing there was an answer right here without the need to look outside.

"When the Lady met Sir Zachary and started to live here after their marriage. She had stored some of the books in her room. Sir also made a library with the number of times she visited local libraries and stored the books. Some books that weren't part of the library. The council after knowing the marriage of a pureblooded lord to a white witch came to run a check. It happened once in every six months. Sometimes lesser than that as a surprise visit but it then stopped after two years."

"Must have been the time when Rueben was appointed to be the head council," Damien chimed in. This put a thought in his mind, wondering if his aunt had pushed forth the current head councilman for his job so that he could be useful to her or if Rueben had taken the step himself. He had heard how they knew each other for years but it was a one-sided feeling there and then came his uncle Zachary who swept her off her feet.

Martin said, "One day Sir Zachary decided to host the Winters ball here as a tradition. It was then that the books went missing. The books that went missing are the very books that you see here," his eyes fell on the books that were on the table.

"How do you know these are the same books?" Alexander interrogated his butler who had spent more years in this mansion than him.

"They were about vegetables. She was very upset when she noticed that they were gone. Master back then couldn't do anything like a search for it would only cause suspicion. She was upset that there were other things that were written in there which she was worried would be misused for one's own selfishness," said the butler, the most Penny had ever heard the butler speak, "She said it would be a downfall if one where to find what she and her brother wrote."

"Brother?" Penny uttered the words.

"Mother had a younger sibling but she said he died in the fire of Wovile," Lord Alexander answered her doubt.