Three days had passed since the criminals’ apprehension. The morning sun covered the academy in a golden blanket. Linus was standing outside his zoo. The breeze was gentle, but the look on his face was solemn. “Vlodimir von Everec, leader of the Redanian Free Company, escaped prison last night.”
The witchers had a bad feeling about this. “Calm down, professor. Tell us more about it. I don’t think anyone would do a prison break in Oxenfurt.” The witchers had seen Oxenfurt’s prison. It was a town within a town. The place was heavily guarded. It was a maximum security prison. They couldn’t imagine how Vlodimir managed to break out of it.
Linus was unnerved. He was fidgety. “From what I know, Vlodimir disappeared into thin air. The inmates saw it. It sounds ridiculous. Like… Like it was magic.”
“You sure they aren’t making this up?”
“I talked to some of the witnesses, and their reactions seem genuine.”
“Have they noticed anything else? Like minor earthquakes, weird sounds, strong winds?”
“I didn’t ask that,” Linus answered slowly.
“We should have killed all of them back then.” Felix’s eyes shone dangerously.
Everyone fell silent. A grim aura hung in the air.
“So what do you think?” Letho rubbed his head. He too looked solemn.
“I’ll take a guess. Vlodimir must know some kinds of sorcerer. I know some powerful sorcerers can bust someone out of prison without making a sound.”
Olgierd was still looking sharp, handsome, and devilishly charming. He was pale and exhausted, but there was no mistaking the excitement in his eyes. Compared to how he was before, Olgierd now felt mysterious, as if he were hiding something beneath him.
“Why are you here, Olgierd? Did you bust me outta prison?” He staggered ahead. Olgierd quickly held his arms, but Vlodimir thought his fingers were deathly cold to the touch.
“Vlodimir, you’re the only family I have. I couldn’t leave you to languish in prison. Of course I had to bust you out.”
“How’d you do it?” Vlodimir looked at his brother and saw a crimson rune on Olgierd’s right forearm. He knew Olgierd all too well, and he was sure there wasn’t any tattoo on his forearm before this.
Olgierd noticed where he was looking. He gave Vlodimir a tired smile and covered the rune with his sleeve. “Long story, so I’ll make it short. A great being has shown mercy to me and granted me a new life.” He shook his head. “Details for another day. Now we must leave Oxenfurt. There are pesky insects out and about, hunting for us. We can’t stay for long.”
“A great being?” Vlodimir was stunned. That’s not like anything Olgierd would say. But he didn’t press further. “Are we leaving Oxenfurt alone, brother?” Vlodimir asked. “You busted me out. Can you do the same for our men? Those bastards forced us to tell them everything we did. Almost everything. Most of our men have a list of crimes under their belt. They’ll be tortured at this rate.”
Olgierd shook his head and sighed. “Sorry, but I don’t have enough power to do that at the moment. We’ll have to come back for them later. Once we settle down elsewhere. Don’t blame yourself, brother. This isn’t over yet.” A crimson gleam flashed in Olgierd’s eyes. “Linus, the witchers… Everyone who did this to us… I’ll make them pay! But not now. Not until I take the manor and Iris back.”
Vlodimir hung his head low. “But where can we go? Those Oxenfurtian bastards locked out the manor. And they’re hanging posters of us everywhere.”
“We’re gonna rise back to prominence right here in Oxenfurt. But first, we’ll need a place to settle. Somewhere in the outskirts of Oxenfurt. Then we’ll make our plans.” And I’ll have to see if I can use my third wish to deal with the Master of Mirrors. Most people never had the chance to meet any demons. They had no idea about demons or how they operated. He needed an expert in the occult to give him some tips to deal with the Master of Mirrors.
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