“You... you’re a witch?”

Myra’s face twisted into a grim expression as she spoke, her demeanor menacing, as if she might kill Mirabel at any moment.

Wait, how did she figure that out?

Just as I was wondering, a sharp spark of realization struck me like lightning.

‘It was when she used the Celestial Oath earlier.’

She tried to grab me.

Mirabel had awakened fully. She was likely radiating witch energy all over the place, something I couldn’t sense, but Myra, a priestess, would have picked up on it immediately.

So much for getting by unnoticed. Time for some quick …