It was as if they could be completely submerged in the next second.
The only mage capable of possessing such magical power could be—
'Member of Parliament'
Koko sat on the cloud, arms crossed, looking up at the witchers.
"I'm not in a good mood right now because someone is asking me to compensate her for damage to her house."
"I have no money, so..."
She beckoned with her finger, and the enormous petals began to converge toward the center.
The witcher knew very well that if things continued like this, they would definitely be swallowed whole by the flower.
But Koko chuckled, a sound that seemed to intimidate them completely.
"Let's use you as collateral to pay off the debt."
...
The palace was pitch black, with only a few flickering candles lit.
The Witcher hid in the darkness, quietly avoiding the guards' sight, and then, taking advantage of their inattention, swiftly moved through the shadows.
She entered the palace and walked around casually, as if she were back home.
Just as the woman had thought, at night, the palace was sparsely guarded.
She knows.
Because she knew Aubrey better than anyone else.
The arrogant Aubrey didn't need any guards, so there were rarely any soldiers on guard at night in the palace.
Suddenly, as if sensing some magical fluctuation, she quickly turned around to look.
Staring intently at the corner of the wall, he said softly:
"You have quite the nerve, daring to hide in the palace."
Aren't you afraid the emperor will find out?
The darkness began to surge, like ripples spreading across a stagnant pool.
A man's figure gradually emerged from it, his trench coat swaying slightly.
"A keen eye for observation; no wonder he's one of the seven strongest executives of the Witcher."
Viktor, who had appeared in the same spot, gave the Witcher a graceful bow.
“I am Victor Clevina.”
The Witcher officer turned around, fixed his gaze on him, and slowly said:
“I recognize you, Victor.”
"The current members of the Mage Council have a much more prestigious status than you, an Imperial Earl."
Viktor stood up, his face calm, hands in his pockets, and said indifferently:
"Then I'll let bygones be bygones about you sending people to search my house."
"I only have one question to ask."
The Witcher's expression turned serious as he listened to Viktor's words.
"Go ahead and ask."
In the darkness, Viktor's eyes seemed to gleam as he gazed intently at her:
"I want to know..."
"Will the descendants of Witchers directly become Witchers?"
"..."
The Witcher deeply respected Viktor's strength and status, even regarding him as an equal.
So she can answer some of Viktor's questions.
But she never expected that Viktor would ask such a question.
The witcher was somewhat speechless, but she still answered.
"Won't."
"Witchers can only be trained through their skills; no one is born a witcher."
Viktor seemed to have understood something, and suddenly revealed a relieved smile.
"I see……"
"Thank you so much for clearing up my doubts, Your Majesty."
The Witcher was suddenly startled, and his pupils widened beneath his mask.
"you……"
"You're wondering how I know?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Viktor raised his hand and snapped his fingers.
As the sound rang out, the dark lanterns on the palace walls lit up one by one, as if flames were spreading across them.
The Witcher officer instinctively raised his hand to shield his eyes from the light.
Her silver-white hair shimmered like a galaxy in the night.
In the slightly glaring light, she vaguely saw Victor, facing the passageway of the palace, giving a slight bow.
As if realizing something, she suddenly froze.
Suddenly, a terrifying aura gradually descended.
Like a sullen wild beast, it slowly emerged from its cave.
The air around her seemed to become much tighter, making her feel a squeezing sensation in her chest.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
One step, two steps, three steps... it's gradually getting closer.
As if she were locked in place, her muscles were completely stiff, and she couldn't move.
Even though my mind is perfectly clear and I know I shouldn't linger any longer, for some reason I just can't move.
Finally, Aubrey slowly walked out and stood on the steps.
His cloudy eyes trembled slightly as he looked at the woman in front of him.
A powerful and incomparably majestic voice resounded all around:
“Claudia, you always say you know me better than anyone else.”
"Have you ever considered how much I actually know about you?"
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