Yveta looked coldly at the woman kneeling on the ground and begging him. "Who are you, exactly? Which of my identities do you know, and who sent you?"
The Old Witch took it a step further. "Your Grace, let me burn her to death and use her ashes as fertilizer for the treasures in my garden."
Yveta glanced at the Old Witch. She was always talking about turning people into fertilizer for her garden, but he had never actually seen where her garden was.
He didn't think the Hearthstone Great Witch had just casually mentioned it.
Since she had a Personal Carriage, it wouldn't be surprising if she also had a garden that followed her around or that she could carry with her.
And for some reason, the Hearthstone Great Witch had never told him where her magic came from.
At the threat of being used as fertilizer, Lolita, still kneeling on the ground, cried, "Fine! I agree to let you use me as fertilizer."
"But please promise me one thing, great witches. Please bring my son back to life."
Yveta was slightly moved.
He suddenly recalled the strange things this village woman had done earlier: wandering around with brand-new clothes meant for a commoner boy, inviting him and his companions into her home as soon as they met, and even offering him a horse.
"So, when you were wandering around with those new clothes earlier, you were..."
Lolita immediately replied, "I wanted to burn the clothes in front of his grave."
"That was the witch's order."
"Inviting you into my home was also at that witch's request. I told you before that my son died under the tyranny of the City Council."
Lolita's face was full of sorrow. "They also took the shop we'd bought in the city with