The maid stood, her eyes glowing with a faint hint of magic. "Most witches learn witchcraft from a young age, usually two years old. But since she is in her late twenties, we'll have to speed that process up." Claug looked at the maid with a smile.
"From what I knew, Eris became a witch on her own just recently," Merlin said, and Claug looked at her.
"Are you comparing a vampire-half-dragon demi-goddess with murderous tendencies to a young and fragile lass would can barely wash clothes without getting exhausted?" She laughed, "Even without any conditioning, Eris's body was already as strong as, if not better than, what most witches dream of having."
The maid finally finished all of her poison and leaned on one of the chairs. If one looked closely, they could see something crawling in her veins, her skin and muscles contorting on their own, and a dreadful presence slowly seeping out of her body.
