The words that came out of her mouth instantly made them all tense up. A witch. That was always a grey area—witches could be good or evil depending on countless circumstances.
However, what mattered now was whether she meant them harm.
She slowly walked in, her steps soft, almost hesitant, before she sighed.
"I'm sorry," she whispered, lowering her head with deliberate slowness.
"I did not mean to hide this from you..."
Still, they remained in a battle-ready stance, weapons and magic at the ready.
"Please do not be wary… I can explain everything," she continued, her voice trembling slightly, "so long as you give me a chance to."
Evangeline gave Sylvia a side glance. She had expected Bel to attack them the moment her identity was revealed—but the woman did no such thing. She didn't even raise her hands.
Instead, Bel slowly bowed her head, her guard completely down.
"If you wish to kill me or do me harm… that is fine. I only ask that you hear my side first."
