The Last Confessor Episode 17

(She’s the last of her kind….)

By: Kebby NG

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“Confessor! Confessor!” Isabelle heard her name in her deep sleep and fluttered her eyes open.

It was the maid – Mia.

“Wake up,,confessor. Sorry to disturb you, but we have some work to do in the kitchen” Mia’s timid voice came again and she forced her eyes open.
Oh! How exhausted she was.

She grumbled and sat up, looking through the window. It was evening. How long did she sleep?

“Come on, confessor. Just a few more hours and we’re done for today” Mia urged her and stood up and Isabelle did same as well.

“What else is to be done in the kitchen?” Isabelle asked as they walked out of the room.

“Just a few things to fix. Don’t worry, we’ll be done in less than a minute”.

Isabelle didn’t respond but walked quietly beside her. And after a long walk, they got to the Royal kitchen.

Finally – Isabelle grunted in her heart. She could hardly wait.

The maids in the kitchen were not really much and Isabelle wondered bitterly why she had to be called up on. But Naya was there.

“Sleeping beauty is awake,,huh?” She smirked as Isabelle walked in.

‘I can’t believe you even had the guts to think of sleeping during working hours. Such nerves, confessor. You really think you’re still in your little camp of witches, huh?”

As usual, Isabelle gave her the silent treatment and just went to take a stand in front of the big table.

The it get maids in the kitchen stole glances at them and Naya, feeling embarrassed, walked up to her and grabbed her arm.

“You don’t treat me like a fool, confessor. Don’t you have a tongue?” She growled.

Isabelle scoffed:
“I don’t understand you, Naya. What do you want me to say? You want me to return the insults you lay on me? You want me to talk back at you? Are you so eager to be called a b’tch?”

Naya’s eyes glazed and burnt with anger and surprise.

What?? How dare she?? No one has ever spoken that way to her – no one at all.

“How dare you?!” She rasped and tried hitting the confessor, but
again, Madam Gloria intervened.

“Oh! Naya, not again”, she sighed and Naya lowered her hand which had been suspended in mid air.

Her chest burned as she glared hard at Isabelle.

“The King wants you to make him a plate of fish tacus. You should concentrate on that, please”. Gloria added.

Isabelle noticed Naya’s eyes melted a bit at the mention of the King’s name and his request.

She took in a deep breath and turned away from her, going over to her own table.

Fish tacus – that was one of the King’s favorite and since Naya was his only cook, she felt glad making it for him ovef and over again.

Her anger towards the confessor lessened a bit as she set out to work immediately – making the King’s favorite. She felt honored – yes. Honored to be his only cook.

Isabelle turned back to her table as well and started with her work.

Fish tacus – That was her sister’s favorite – including her.

During their time together, that was what they mostly fed on and preferred.

After a while, she stole a glance at Naya and noticed she was doing something wrong – she was mixing two of the ingredients wrongly. Huh? Was that how she prepared hers?

She shrugged off the thought and tried to focus on what she was doing.

Minutes later, there were mumblings in the kitchen – maids whispering amongst each other.

But she flinched when she heard one of them say…”The red sisters”.

Her knife fell from her hands immediately.

The red sisters???

“I wonder what they’re doing here anyway. Heard they’re with the King presently” another said and Isabelle felt like throwing up instantly.

No. It wasn’t possible.

The red sisters – in the palace???

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King Caesar sat on his throne, his index finger on his jaw as the three red sisters stood in front of him, their veils over their heads.

The red sisters were a particular set of gifted ladies that worked for a cruel and powerful King – King Miley.

He ruled one of the Most powerful Kingdoms after Caesar and the red sisters were more like his errand girls.

They were always dressed in red and had a veil over their faces.

Standing in front of Caesar, Caesar knew they were there to deliver a message from their King.

“May you live long, King Caesar” the one in the middle bowed, then lifted her veil and looked at the King.
They were always beautiful.

“To what do I owe this pleasure, dear sisters?” Caesar asked unruffledly, his finger still on his chin.

“We are here for peace, great King, with a message from ours”. She paused for a few seconds.

“Our King wants the confessor transferred to him”.

King Caesar’s brows knitted in surprise, but he tried not to show it much.

“Transferred?” He repeated. “And for what reason, if I may ask?”

The second sister unveiled her face and answered:
“Few years ago, the King bought the confessor from her father. He sold the confessor to him, signed the agreement with his blood. So, the confessor belongs to the King.

“But she had gone into hiding with her sister, running away from the KIng’s grasp. But now the King knows you’ve captured her, he wants her back.

“Hm” Caesar listened attentively, ruminating on it when they were done.

How true could this be? He thought. The confessor was sold out to someone?

There was a long silence in the room, but the sisters tried their best to maintain their patience.

“I don’t know how true this intel is. So, id need to verify” Caesar finally said.

“King Miley ordered us not to return without the confessor, My King” the first lady said abruptly.

“If your King has a message for me, he should make use of his legs. I don’t answer to some errand girls. Now, go back and convey my message to him” Caesar snapped, the coldness in his voice.

The sisters exchanged glances at each other, then covered their veils back on.

“Well said, my King. We’ll take our leave now” the one in the middle said and simultaneously, they turned around and left.
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