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Chapter LXXVII

“How’s the mistress?” Commander Tycus asks.

All three advisers had finally met up within the war room, weary and barely moving in haste after handling all the mess that had happened around the castle. It had been a busy day for all of them and not one had managed to get some rest.

“Barely alive, if his highness had not stopped midway she’d be ashes by now,” lord Slog shook his head remembering the sight of the woman’s body that was almost turned to cinders.

“I doubt any magic would be able to have withstood the prince’s dragon flame, even something like that black magic that mistress Lilian uses,” Headmaster Artheous mumbled as he felt a shiver run down his spine having thought of the incident a while ago.

“Seems the prince was still considerate enough towards the others from the coven,” lord Slog let out a sigh, relieved that somehow the women were all still alive even though they might all

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