Duke's Son Wish To Follow The Story

Chapter 214 : Father 7

The hooded figure's use of her true name, a name she hadn't uttered in years, sent shivers down the witch's spine. It was a name she thought had been forgotten, buried beneath the layers of her cursed existence.

"How... how do you know my name?" she stammered, a mixture of surprise and suspicion coloring her voice.

The figure raised a gloved hand, pushing back the hood to reveal a face obscured by deep shadows. In the dim forest light, Ellen discerned the contours of a countenance marked by the passage of time, etched with both sorrow and a touch of nostalgia. Her eyes widened in astonishment.

"I know more than you realize, Ellen," the figure said, their tone softening. "I pondered long and hard about where that unfortunate girl might have gone after the war ended."

The figure, or more precisely, the man gazing at her, wore a warm smile that caused Ellen to grip the grass around her tightly. He continued, "But to think she was right under my nose... I'm such a failure as a friend, are