Chapter 61: Witch cont'd.

Tom took a bite of his croissant, shutting his eyes as he began chewing on it, savoring the taste. “This is good, this deserves a tip,” he remarked.

Sheila’s frustration and annoyance were simmering, and it was evident on her face as she watched Tom devour the croissant with pleasure. “You should order one for yourself,” Tom said, glancing at Sheila as he took another bite.

“Are you fucking serious?” She hurled, her irritation palpable. “Tom, tell me what I need to know.” She demanded, her face stern.

“Fine,” Tom said reluctantly, wiping his mouth with a napkin.

“Many centuries ago,” he began. “When witches still existed and were hunted and burned alive, the town, Anavrin, was known as the Kanaan. It used to be the promised land for witches where they had fled to and was protected by a powerful sorcerer. Most of the escaped witches were also seers who saw their doom before it happened.

However, it was not just this sorcerer that protected these surviving witches. The rulers and peopl