Chapter 117: The Love Story of the Enemy

**Thelma Zane’s POV** "The Rocky Mountains?" Dorothy asked, her brow furrowed in confusion. "Are there sorcerers there? I’ve never heard of such a thing." I shrugged, offering her a faint smile. "It’s new to me too. But according to the witch in the dungeon, it’s a secluded clan, hidden from the rest of the world." Dorothy’s unease was palpable as she shook her head. "What if the witch was lying? She’s cunning, the kind of person who thrives on misleading others with false information." "But Master Mary cast a lie detection spell on her," I reminded her. "If she were lying about this, the spell would’ve exposed her. She couldn’t have fabricated it." Dorothy’s gaze drifted toward the window, her expression clouded with nostalgia. "The Rocky Mountains... It’s strange you mention them. My mother once told me a story set in those mountains, though I’ve never shared it with anyone." Intrigued, I leaned forward. "What story?" "It’s a tragic tale," Dorothy began, her voic