Magaritha, The Witch Mistress

While we stared at him in confusion, Mr Smith resumed. "That's the problem I have about your book right now. I'm very sorry," he looked downwards. "It's no longer in my possession, Magaritha has it! I sold it to her."

There was a moment of silence. It appeared as if the three of us were speechless. We kept gazing at him unsure of what to say or what to do. It's now clear that the task ahead was no easy one. The only way we can retrieve the magic book from the witch mistress is to confront her and defeat her. Things could get complicated. Fighting her will incur the wrath of the Revolutionists and maybe, that of Milan as well.

"Where can we find her now?" At last, the Alpha began speaking again, this time by asking a question. I'm pretty sure he must have given the new development a long thought. "How do we get to her?"

"My son, I'm sorry to put you through this but, I don't think you can retrieve the book you seek, as long as it lies in her hands," said Mr Smith.

"And what makes you