Release that Witch

Chapter 935: A Glimpse of Hope in the Dark

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Otto Luoxi was woken up by loud noises.

He struggled to lift his heavy eyelids and looked around. The candles on the candlestick had already burnt to the bottom, and the remaining flickers of flame weren’t enough to light up the dark room.

He could not tell day from night in this underground cell, and the candle became his only measure of time. The guards would replace the candles every six hours when they come to bring him food.

But that was only in the beginning.

Now they seldom came, be it with candle or food. Sometimes, he would wake up from hunger and find that the cell was still completely dark.

How long had he been locked here? Otto pressed and shook his forehead, trying to squeeze out any last bit of remaining energy. The prolonged lack of sunlight had made him haggard, and constantly waking up in an isolated and pitch-black environment made him feel helpless and abandoned. As if he forgotten by the world.

But he must live on.

Because both his father’s entire Luoxi family’s fates are in Appen’s hands.

Otto propped up his frail body, rolled out of bed and limped slowly to the railings. Other than replenishing the plates and jugs, he also hoped that the caretaker could give him a razor blade. His long unshaven beard had long since covered his cheeks, and bits and pieces of leftover food and grease could be found stuck there. Over time, his face smelled like rotten orange peels. If his caretaker were worried about the blade being a potential weapon, Otto wouldn’t even mind letting the caretaker shave him instead.

Afterall, he was still a noble, and the request for grooming shouldn’t be something unreasonable.

Otto then heard the sounds of a conversation outside the iron gate.

”What were those people thinking? The person imprisoned here is the eldest son of the Luoxi family!”

The ones who were speaking did not try to cover up their voices so it seemed that they did not mind their conversation being heard by Otto.

”Jokes and ridicule... Isn’t that what clowns do?”

”Are they crazy? Normally, if these acrobats dared to offend the earl’s son, I’m afraid that they would be fed to the fishes next day. They’re nothing more than a group of homeless wanderers!”

”Well that was when times were normal. Back then, would the eldest son be kept in the dungeon? Now His Majesty likes to see these guys perform. Without the approval of the King of Dawn, I don’t think they would dare to do such a thing.”

”Pui, you’re just speaking nonsense.”

”I’m just saying. You don’t have to believe me, and even if you don’t, what can you do? Are you going to trade dinner with that lord in the cell?”

”Sigh, forget it. It’s just a few mouthfuls of saliva. He won’t die from eating it.” Then the sound of a bunch of keys jingling around could be heard.

”That’s right, and if this is what His Majesty wants to see, they aren’t you just asking for trouble? Go ahead. I still have to retrieve the food tray.”

The iron gate made a screeching sound, and the warden walked in while holding a tray of food.

”Oh, Milord, you’re already awake?” He was a little surprised to see Otto already leaning against the railings, but he quickly hid his awkward expression. ”Well then, you might as well finish up today’s dinner now. I’ll change the candles tomorrow. The chief steward forgot to send new ones over.”

Otto did not answer. He suddenly felt his heart fill with sorrow and he even forgot to request for a razor blade. Although the exchange between the two people was short, he was still able to figure out the gist of the conversation. The clown of the circus troupe happened to bump into the man who was responsible for delivering his food, and he spat a few mouthfuls of saliva into his food in an attempt to amuse Appen Moya.

The shame made his cheeks burn as if they were being baked in an oven.

The warden did not care about Otto’s reply and quickly changed the dinner tray before leaving soon after. Although the room was decorated like the room from a duke’s mansion, the sense of repression that could be felt inside was unbearable, and no one would want to spend more time in there than they needed to.

As the footsteps went away, the silence once again washed over Otto.

In that very moment, he wanted to scream out loud, curse the warden for his negligence in duty, and reproach Appen for his ignorance... yet he did not do so.

Because that would be meaningless—the former would only delay the next replacement time of the food and candles, while the latter would just gladly let him fall into the trap of his ”old friend.”

As for the dinner that was used to humiliate him, he had no intention to touch it.

Otto could not help but wonder if he had been doing the right thing.

Just as he was ready to go back to bed, his whole body suddenly started trembling. In the corner of his eye, the oatmeal started to turn into a bowl of black water!

Luoxi’s eldest son rubbed his eyes, slowly moved closer to the plate, and carefully lifted the bowl of oatmeal.

That was not an illusion, nor was it the shadow of the weak flame. The oatmeal had turned black, like some thick ink.

Suddenly, an idea flashed through his mind.

Acrobatics troupe, clowns, tricks... was all this arranged by that person?

”Yorko said you were an ordinary acrobat. Is that true? How did you come to know His Majesty, Roland?”

”It was a coincidence. As to why His Majesty would choose me was probably because my acrobatic performance wasn’t bad.”

”Oh, can you demonstrate it?”

”Ok, I’ll perform the simplest trick of the thief who spits ink.”

Otto stared blankly at the oatmeal for a moment, and suddenly inserted his finger into the bowl! After groping around for a little while, at the tip of his finger, he could feel a rough touch.

”How... how did this happen? Why did the water suddenly change color?”

”It’s not done yet. Look at this chiffon. Can you see there’s nothing on it? Now I’m going to put it in the water to make it wet and then use the fire to dry it. Guess what will happen next?”

”There’s nothing, right... uh, wait, that’s... a word?”

”Can you see what’s written?”

”Let me see, is this… your name?”

”You’re right, Hill Fawkes is my name.”

Otto gently pinched that rough item, and slowly pulled it out of the oatmeal—it looked almost transparent, and he couldn’t tell if it was immersed in the oatmeal. The chiffon could only be felt with his fingers.

He held his breath, walked quickly to the candlestick, and spread it out a little.

The faint black water marks began to fade, while the candlelight started to waver.

”Hurry... hurry... hurry... hurry up.” His heart was shouting anxiously. The swaying shadow seemed to come from all directions, and it was as if the black chiffon he held in his hands was the only light in the whole world.

At the moment the letter marks appeared, the candle went out.

Darkness then engulfed the entire dungeon.

Otto could not help but laugh heartily.

He pressed down on his trembling shoulders and stuffed the chiffon into his mouth. Then he crawled back to the railing and swallowed it with the oatmeal.

The warmth spread through his throat and stomach and filled his whole body with strength. However, compared to the oatmeal, it was his heart that felt warmest.

As he drank the oatmeal silently, a tear rolled down from the corner of his eye.

His determination was finally worth it.

There were only a few words on the chiffon. They were written with beautiful handwriting and gave him a nostalgic feeling for his childhood.

”Don’t be afraid. I’m coming.”