The truth about her parents

"I can see you are all by yourself." Clarabelle placed her hand on the mirror, wiping off the reddish stains on it. "You must have rubbed off your frustration on the innocent mirror."

"Secretly having a close eye on me?"

"Of course not. That will be rude."

She sat beside her. "I am sorry I haven't been able to thank you for the other day." She lowered her head, speaking softly, "If not for you, I wouldn't have been able to save Lucian from that evil bastard."

"Well, I was only doing my job, you know, as the head witch. I had to, it's not like I had any other choice. That demon was on a rampant, so I had to do what needed to be done at that time. You can see, not too nice." She chuckled, retracting her hand.

Roseline bowed her head, thinking.

If she was the head witch, then she must have known about the father she had never met before.

"Your father was a nice man."

Roseline gasped. "how did you..."

"Reading others expression. It's a gift." She smiled at her. "Your father is a