While Abel and Conan were engaged in an intense duel, showcasing how the coven was supposed to be, another duel was happening in the same great hall. But unlike the two, Leon and the witch, who was coming for Aries, had been at each other's throats.
The witch had her sword against the side of Leon's neck, while the latter's sharp nails were an inch away from the woman's chest. One wrong move and someone's head might roll over or someone's heart would be ripped out.
The two of them looked at each other, both of them concealing their presence. Hence, despite meeting a stalemate, no one had noticed them.
"Leave her alone," Leon warned, eyes flaring. "His Majesty and His Highness were already putting justice into your beloved coven. Leave the woman alone."
"She isn't just a woman," argued the witch firmly. "This coven shouldn't end with her knowing nothing. We, the witches, wouldn't allow that demon to nurture her, only to take advantage of her."
