It had been a long time since Iris had been in the bog of death, and this was the first time she had seen Thomas talk so much. Although his appearance was not as fresh as usual, he seemed more alive.
Thomas and Morgan occasionally got into an argument along the way, or Morgan deliberately looked for trouble with Thomas, such as elbowing him, pushing him, or accidentally bumping into him.
If Thomas is childish because of the White Wizard's curse, then Morgan is a big man with a soul full of ignorance and arrogance. He has a poisonous mouth and hurts the hearts of others.
Currently, they were riding towards the southern border, Iris got her horseback thanks to Morgan's natural talent, while Morgan rode his brown horse with Thomas.
Another reason why Thomas is with Morgan is that the werewolf is jealous, he doesn't allow Iris and Thomas to sit on the same horse. In principle, it is better for his love rival to be with him than with Iris.
All werewolves are equal, known for their loyalty as well as their possessiveness. If it was recognized as his, then it would be his, no matter what.
Meanwhile, Thomas likes Iris, but doesn't dare to think about having Iris, he is quite self-aware of all his limitations, he is a troublesome man and always depends on others, his self-esteem is running low.
Iris? In her mind right now, there were no two of them, she wasn't as dizzy as Morgan thought about his love rival, nor was she afraid as much as Thomas thought he loved her.
Iris liked them both, the same liked. If Morgan asked his as Luna and Thomas himself asked for her as his soul mate, then she should stay with them while needed, Iris just thought simply.
She was indeed a witch who was hundreds of years old, outlived the two of them, but she had no experience of love, felt a strange fluttering in her chest.
In the past, she only spent her life living in her kitchen and concocting potions, the rest she would just play with Sarah.
Other races always say, if the witch has a cunning and slick nature. In fact, that is what happens, their hearts are frozen with love, they are more obsessed with knowledge in their books than with love relationships, so the witch race is the last race in the Megalima kingdom.
"What do you think?"
Morgan was the one who cared the most about the changes in Iris's expression, you could say he was the most sensitive of the others.
Iris turned her head and turned to find two different colored eyes staring at her.
Their horse walked slowly through the fields of sunflowers, Thomas narrowed his eyes, dazzled by the many yellows he saw.
Iris chuckled softly. "Nothing, I just wanted to pee for a bit."
Iris pointed to a pond at the end of the field, Morgan subconsciously nodded, he pulled the reins towards a tree on the opposite side.
Iris immediately took her horse towards the pond, but she didn't go there but continued to gallop as far from Thomas and Morgan, she didn't really want to pee, she just felt the strong smell of lavender in the middle of the sunflower garden. Her hunch said, someone was following her, someone she knew very well.
"How are you my dear sisteer?"
Someone's soft voice sounded in her ear, Iris spontaneously pulled the horse's leash, making the horse stop, she turned and found a woman in a purplish-black robe standing not far from her.
"Sarah," Iris muttered, her hands gripping tightly. Her eyes stared intently.
Sarah pulled the hood of her cloak, she laughed softly. "Glad you remembered me."
Iris got off her horse, she was currently wearing a short dress with leather pants and shoes, in contrast to Sarah who still stayed true to her old style, long gown, and robe.
"Yes, I remember."
Iris stood before Sarah, her heart throbbing in pain. Sarah is the person who has been with her the longest. She believed in Sarah all her life, but all that changed because of the deep malice in Sarah's heart. Her friend was jealous of what she did.
But even so, she still considers Sarah as her friend.
"What do you want?" Iris asked, she wore a wary attitude, she didn't know what Sarah wanted after a long time they hadn't seen each other, but her premonition was getting worse.
Sarah took her left hand out from under her cloak, she smirked. "I came to cut off your left hand."
Iris chuckled softly, she wasn't surprised to see Sarah's hand back intact, I don't know how much Sarah tried to get her hand back, she pulled one of her lips, smiling lopsidedly.
"Cut it off, if you can." Iris challenged, she untied the horse's bridle and whipped it, the horse galloped away from Iris and Sarah, the two witches glared at each other.
Sarah took out her wand, she just muttered under her breath, a flash of lightning flashed from there, attacking Iris.
"BLAR!"
Iris dodged quickly, but Sarah was already beside her and punched her in the stomach, Iris was thrown to the ground.
Sarah held her hand while chuckling, she looked at Iris who got up to her feet.
"How? I've trained my physique, it doesn't disappoint, right?"
Iris wiped her bloody lips, which seemed to have bitten, she took out a few bottles and threw them at Sarah. The ants turn into giants and attack Sarah.
But Sarah just laughed, she swung her fists and legs, it didn't take long for them all to crumble in front of Sarah. Iris stared at the fragment of her magic ant body in shock.
How could Sarah become stronger?
"Are you surprised?" Sarah threw her wand on the ground and looked at Iris with disdain. "Witches are always associated with physically weak people, but I'm not."
"Are you practicing?" Iris couldn't help but ask, she frowned.
"Not really. Since my defeat I realized one thing. We are destined to be eternal enemies because we are on different paths."
Iris doesn't understand Sarah's words anymore, she gets up warily.
"Honestly, you're a Red Witch, aren't you? I was too stupid not to notice."
Sarah waved her hands, her physique feeling extremely strong at this moment, her blood boiling with excitement.
Iris gulped, she didn't answer. It was a secret she had kept all her life, how could Sarah know it? She had never acted suspiciously in front of Sarah.
"How do you know?" Iris asked with icy eyes.
Sarah straightened her hands, her fists clenched into fists.
"Of course I know, because I…" Sarah hung up on her sentence, her curls fluttering in the wind in the sunflower fields. Her luscious red lips carved a wide grin.
"Black Witch."