"What…is…going…on?" Bas tried to mutter out words but it barely escaped his throat.
Siderius turned back and aimed his arrow at Bas.
"You did have a good time with a witch after all, Bas. Unfortunately, that means you have fallen under her spell. A higher level of the charm spell.
A change of heart."
Nora covered her mouth and snickered. "You are very well-versed in witchery, I see. I can detect a faint amount of magic inside you. But it is so little.
Have you failed your awakened, little wicca?"
Siderius raised his eyebrow. The witch had mistaken the Dark Aether he absorbed as magic. The witches in his world wouldn't make this common mistake as alchemist was a popular profession in his world.
But the witches of this world didn't know about it at all. Every time they saw something resembling magic, they thought it was the same.
"Your friend will become my minion soon… What are you going to do now, little wicca? Are you heartless enough to kill your own friend?"
