Bloodline of the Wizard-Chapter 386 - 186: The Red Lotus Staff, Ash Witch Molli’er! - Part 2
Chapter 386: Chapter 186: The Red Lotus Staff, Ash Witch Molli’er! - Part 2
Within the flames, a delicate lady’s rose-colored wand, roughly half a meter in length, floated quietly.
"Huff—huff—huff—"
Loud gasps came from a location not far from Ronan’s side.
Ronan turned his head and was surprised to see that Young Wizard Donny, who had just been swallowed by the terrifying blaze, was not dead.
He was standing in the Void, his face deathly pale.
Only half of his pure white Wings of Light remained behind him, still melting away, and his moon-white Magic Robe was full of marks scorched by the Flames, the whole person looked utterly disheveled, devoid of the earlier arrogance and composure.
What truly moved people were his eyes.
At this moment, the eyes of Young Wizard Donny were filled with a fear so thick it seemed insurmountable, like an overly frightened rabbit; his pale lips kept repeating a phrase incessantly.
"The Red Lotus Staff!... She’s here! She’s come!!"
After babbling incoherently for a while, Wizard Donny glanced at Ronan, then, showing not a hint of hesitation, retreated.
Meanwhile, Grace and the Silver-haired Witch and others had also caught up.
Grace stood far away, supported by another Level 3 Wizard, while the Silver-haired Witch moved swiftly to Ronan’s side with an intense expression and an urgent tone, urging him: "Run! Once she arrives... if we don’t leave now, there’ll be no chance!"
"That one?"
Ronan’s eyes flashed briefly, he looked at the Beautiful Lady’s Walking Stick enwreathed in Flames in the distance, and couldn’t help asking: "The owner of the staff? Who is she, exactly?"
The Silver-haired Witch looked around, bit her lip, and said in a low, urgent voice: "The Ash Witch Mollie!
She possesses an unmatched Talent and a terrifying Strength far beyond her peers, her mood is unpredictable, and her heart is cold and ruthless...
And crucially, she’s been a long-standing archenemy of Princess Selena, her being here is probably aimed at Princess Grace..."
"The Ash Witch Mollie..."
Ronan’s expression flickered.
After the Silver-haired Witch answered his question, she took a deep look at him, then turned and prepared to leave without further concern.
However, just at that moment, a lively and pleasant young girl’s voice suddenly rang out in the area.
"Are you the new toy collected by Mister Dead-Face?
You don’t look anything special or interesting!
Why are you trembling?
Does it hurt when I pinch you like this?
If it hurts, just scream out, my dear, I won’t be angry... there, there..."
The voice was clear and delightful, more pleasant than a lark’s song, sounded like a series of crystal bells tinkling in the wind, making it indescribably joyful and endearing.
However, after this voice sounded, Ronan witnessed the Silver-haired Witch’s complexion turn chalk-white in an instant, her body seemed to freeze, and her thin lips trembled slightly as she said to herself: "She... has arrived."
Ronan and the stiff-faced Silver-haired Witch slowly looked in a certain direction together.
At Grace’s location afar, an additional figure had appeared at some point.
A petite girl.
Wearing an enormous Wizard Hat that seemed completely mismatched with her figure, a cascade of rose-colored hair flowed down from beneath the hat like waves.
A nearly flawless visage, a black long Magic Robe embroidered with flame flowers, and a hem that was split high up to her waist, revealing her fair and shapely legs...
She was undoubtedly the most beautiful Female wizard Ronan had ever seen, even surpassing Kosti by a great deal.
The girl’s pure and unblemished innocence and romance, coupled with the mature and seductive allure that seemed to provoke primal desires, were two completely contradictory temperaments that were perfectly blended in one person.
This girl, who had seemingly appeared out of nowhere, was currently pinching Grace’s slightly chubby cheeks with her fair and beautiful fingers, twisting and turning them non-stop.
Young Wizard Donny and another Level 3 Wizard from the Life Court stood by the two, scared stiff like quails, shoulders hunched, not daring to make a sound.
It was apparent the girl was using a lot of strength; Grace’s cheeks had turned red from the pinching, her crystal glasses nearly fell off her nose, and her eyes were full of aggrieved tears.
But Grace didn’t dare to move, firmly pressing her lips together, looking terrified as if she would cry out at any moment.
"Princess Grace..."
The Silver-haired Witch moved her lips, gazing intently at Grace’s "helpless" state, eyes filled with humiliation and unwillingness, yet a deep fear suppressed her body so fiercely that she didn’t dare make any sudden moves, only able to painfully let out a call.
Suddenly, she seemed to sense some disturbance.
She turned abruptly, only to discover that Ronan, who had been right beside her, was now nowhere to be seen.
Upon a second glance, her eyes widened in shock, and she was momentarily stunned.
...
"Cry out! Why won’t you cry if it hurts?
Cry out if you feel the pain!"
The girl grasped Grace’s cheeks with both hands, treating her face like dough, kneading it forcefully.
But no matter how she tried to appear malicious and put up an intimidating front, Grace bit her lower lip tightly; clearly shaking with fear, yet she remained silent.
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The girl suddenly lost all interest, releasing the grip on Grace’s face.
"Just like that deadpan Selena... No wonder she likes you so much..."
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