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"You really believe this to be a witches work?" Edward asked before chuckling. "You do know that those creatures are nothing but myths, right?"

"I have had experiences with some of them, Your Grace," Mr. Brown replied, his face not showing any hint of emotion. "They are very real, Your Grace. And I am sure that this must be one of their works."

Edward looked at Mr. Brown keenly for some seconds before sighing. He was sure that Mr. Brown was not lying as he was not one who joked around with those sorts of things.

But he could not just wrap his head around the fact that a dead man had just been resurrected in front of him. He turned and stared at Harold's body, still laying on the back of the horse. The head was twisted and he had his head sticking out of his mouth like a goat that had been slaughtered. The sigh was really unsettling and troubling.

"You really believe that a witch did this," Edward asked, pointing at the dead body. Mr. Brown looked at the body before returning his att