Chapter 391: The Nitraria Fruit

**Thelma Zane’s POV** “Go find the Council of Elders and inform them that they must spread the word clearly—they are not here to trouble you. If those old men can’t even muster the courage to do this simple thing, then you don’t need to bother about them. You can stay safely in the palace, close the doors to visitors, and use some witchcraft to hide yourself or lock them out. Don’t be afraid of stirring up trouble, my dear. When I return, I will personally settle scores with the Council of Elders!” Before I left, they had solemnly promised to look after Dorothy. Yet, the moment I turned my back, trouble came knocking. These old men were masters of appearances, weren’t they? What was even more aggravating was the fact that the "synesthesia vision" plan was supposed to be a secret, and Dorothy’s abilities were meant to be even more closely guarded. Her identity as the Witch of Fables was already sensitive, but her possession of the Eye of Insight made her position even more prec