The Last Witch Hunter Page #4

- Go away!

It's okay.

Ah...

Oh, sh*t.

You killed Dolan. Why?

Who the bloody hell's Dolan? Huh?

I never met the man in my life!

Do you like my new pen? Huh?

When I imagined my first prosecution

in front of the Council,

I never thought it would be

for a crime against one of our own.

Ellic Lemasniel.

Hello, Father. Whoo!

You look like a good man,

tasty little thing, you. I never went...

Please don't think less of me.

I'll confess it later.

The Witch Council receives you,

37th Dolan of The Axe and Cross.

The peace endures.

The peace endures.

I present the accused,

Ellic Lemasniel, for judgment,

for the murder of Dolan the 36th.

I present the evidence found

in the accused's dwelling.

Found? Oh, come on.

What? You look like a

terrible band from the '80s.

Look at your hair!

He will be judged.

Blah, blah, blah.

You know my great-grandfather's

grandfather served The Queen, huh?

The Queen.

You're a bureaucracy o' cowards

and I don't recognize the authority

here in this council.

Nor do I abide by your law.

The laws serve to

control and contain magic.

It is only by the

operations of this council

that another war does not begin.

I won't lie! I'm proud of what I done!

I murdered your priest!

I drip-dried him like he was a stuck pig!

Our priest, and my friend.

Kaulder.

Oh, sh*t. This guy again.

So we're to judge him

without interrogation?

Has anyone asked him

who he was workin' with?

There's no Three of Pentacles card.

That means he worked alone.

The cards are wrong.

He cast a shape-shifting spell.

I haven't seen that crafted in 800 years.

Not since the time of the Witch Queen.

Ha! The Witch Queen is long dead.

That her magic could return is impossible.

- Is it impossible?

- It is.

- You have the authority...

- Enough!

To turn this city inside out.

For the crimes of illegal crafting...

Find who he's working with.

And human sacrifice...

- And I'm proud o' what I done.

- ...we sentence...

Ellic Lemasniel...

I'm proud o' what I done.

- ...to incarceration...

- I took a stand!

In the bedrock beneath this chamber.

You are sad reflections of...

Arise, Sentinel,

and carry the condemned to prison.

You'll never see daylight again.

No, no! You may hold me now,

but you'll never have us all!

What is that?

Hey, kid.

What are you doing?

Hello, Father.

Still with us, old friend.

He's alive?

Barely.

He's been cursed.

How?

Musca Mali.

Plague fly.

13th-century black magic.

They were created in the

tree of the Queen, correct?

That's right.

Why didn't they just murder him?

They wanted to interrogate him.

When a Plague fly burrows inside of you,

it breaks your will.

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