She started her own investigation and found out that Isaac was behind the cases. Offended by the Prodigal, but now True, Isaac claimed to Hawthorne that Mercy Lewis was a witch and should be executed. Mercy saw where the wind was blowing from and tricked Hawthorne into coming to her. She gave him a sorcerer's potion, mixed in tea, which Hawthorne soon discovered on his face the terrible blisters that were eating his skin. He climbed in, melted in front of his eyes. Only Mercy had the antidote. Hawthorne crawled towards her. - What did you do to me? Look, what happened to me? - Hawthorne said, shaking his bubbling hands in front of Mercy. - I'm covered in pus and ulcer! Put that away! Stop it! - I can help if you care about life," Mercy said calmly. - There is an antidote, but... - What? What do you want? - Hawthorne was ready to cry. - On your knees," Mercy ordered. - At first. Hawthorne fell to fours in front of the witch. Mercie smirked while she was enjoying the situation: - Bet