"Yes," Yorian replied. "The magic power of witches has only two attributes: light and darkness. Along with their alignment, two factions are formed within your race: the White Witches and the Black Witches. Martha is a White Witch, while you are a Black Witch who holds the power of darkness attribute."
"Black Witch...black magic..." she mumbled in disbelief. "But black magic...it’s bad..."
"Again, a misconception. Is daylight bad? Is nighttime bad? Magic is the same. How can anyone generalize a gift born of nature? It all depends on a person how they use their powers," Yorian said. "To me, you look like a good person."
"But..." Oriana was stumped in shock and confusion. Her mind was swimming with countless questions, but one question mattered more than anything else. "Does that mean... I can never prepare medicine for Grandpa?"
Yorian remembered the talk between Oriana and Martha. "You can. You just need to learn to control the power of darkness inside you. You need someone to teach you."
"Who can teach me?" She looked hopefully at Martha.
"I can guide you, but I am a low-ranked witch, not to mention our attributes are different. You need a powerful Black Witch to guide you."
Oriana looked at the witch and the elf in front of her like a lost child, to which Yorian answered, "Do not worry. We will find a way."
She nodded and said, "Umm, about this talk..."
"Rest assured. No one will know."
Oriana awkwardly cleared her throat. "If I am a witch then you two must know my gender."
This caused Yorian to chuckle. Martha hurriedly explained, "There are male witches as well, though there are very few of them. They are called ’warlocks’."
"But don’t worry. Your secret will be safe with us," Yorian remarked, confirming that they had discovered her real gender. "You can continue with your work as is."
"Thank you."
"I also want you to make a promise."
"What?"
"Do not try to use your magic on your own. Unless there is really a need, do not use it."
"I will keep that in mind."
"Good. You can leave now." Yorian said. Oriana did not forget to thank the elf and the witch again and again, and only after she left did Martha face Yorian.
"Is that child our new Queen, my Lord?"
"It is indeed her. However, it is best we not tell her yet. She is not even aware of what she was an hour ago. Imagine her shock when we tell her she has the ability to command an entire race."
"I understand."
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