“But I foresee a calamity, far greater than what we have faced to strike our descendant if the two world mixes again. The demonic monsters aren’t something we can control and we can’t allow demons to feed on our life auras, either. This is the cause we have come together today because we can’t…” Her head tilted toward the uninterested demon who still seemed less than bothered by the gathering. For a moment hurt flashed in her eyes but then went away without a trace. With pursed lips and determination, she goes on, as if braving her heart, “We can’t seal the Other World gate forever, so instead we will lock it.” A silence fell, men displeased with the proposition. The young Beast King with the bone on the throne was the first to scoff, turning all eyes on him. “Lock it you say, Little Witch. Pray tell who shall have the key?” He seemed displeased at the idea of handing out such strong power in any other hand but his own. Though they seemed to be in a truce, it was obvious they we

The episode in the lake and the escape from the palace had changed their relationship but he could see she was more gentle and shy with him since she got to know about the mark. If he had an inkling of how it would mellow down his royal tsundere wife, he would have told her right away. “...I shouldn’t have done it, is that what you are thinking?” She asked, peering up at him. His face was void of any expression and it was making her fidget with anxiety. She has been trying to read his expressions for a while now. Furrowing his brows, he smiled. “No, You did well. Threaten anyone you like, I’ll back you up.” Laylin blinked at him. ‘Did he think she went around making threats?’ Though she thought that, she just tilted her head. “I’ll remember your generosity.” It was never a bad thing to have a man like him backing her. Though they might end up losing their lives under the mad wizard, it was an assurance. He gave a nod, as another thought came to him, “You think witches can stop

Done with his work, he was taking a tray with something steaming hot on it. From what Laylin had told him of when he was unconscious, the woman might have just come to take a look to alleviate her guilt before planning to disappear again to lick her wounds With how she was hiding in the forest at the time of the ritual, he could tell she had no intention of even seeing her supposed beloved daughter. How could such a person ever be an anchor to anyone? She knew her daughter was a hated Mistress here and she was also aware her daughter was a motherless child in Ehan's court but Laylin wasn't good enough in both instances for her to step up. Most notably, Laylin's previous stunt proved something. She was desperate to get away from him enough to poison him. Though the Princess was rather content with him now, he knew he was no good man. She might not feel this way after this newly acquired Honeymoon period fades away. He was scarred by her attempt. He would be a moron to give her a h

Berilla felt her palms grew sweaty facing their enraged mother. The truth is she would have never dared to do anything if it wasn’t for Valerie taking the lead. Her plan was just to leave on her own and help Princess Laylin to the best of her abilities but the Book Of Oath changed things. The fact that it was because of Sarang's negligence was true as well. If they back out, they will be making an enemy out of Rakhbar. The Youngest of Red Witches took hesitant steps to her mother. Even though she wasn’t unaware of her mother’s cruel nature and the brutality she had shown toward her daughter and niece, but her mother had always been lenient with her. With whatever had happened, she didn’t wish to proceed against her mother. Her mother had dreams of future glimpses that led her astray. It was time her mother saw things from their perspective. Maybe in the face of calamity, they could stand together as a family putting differences aside. “… Calm down, Mother. Our ancestor, the Grea

“You know, the girl grew up well.” Berilla tilted her head to Laylin listening attentively to witches and wizards and engaging them very conveniently. They must look like chicks flocking around her to the Princess. They were probably all lost about how startlingly similar she looked to the witch in the Book Of Oath. “You should have seen her when she was in the Rakhbar Palace. She practically swung the King left and right by her mood swings and courtiers were frightened of her imposing stares.” Berila laughed, thinking of the young Princess's frightening temperament. Esmer smiled. The young Princess really was such an alpha. Wherever she was, eyes would fall on her. "Speaking of the King, is he with you?" Berilla bit her lip and asked nervously. The King had seen her as 'Marquis of Balijour' and probably had an inkling of what she did. Esmer huffed. "He's around." Berilla leaped up in agitation. "He doesn't know, does he?" Esmer rolled her eyes. Her sister was asking if he knew