The noble families' faces turned pale as the voice of a girl reverberated across the hall. They hadn't expected her to show up for today's celebration.
"Are you publicly harassing Moon Temple people, or are you posing a threat to our coven?" A young woman dressed in black entered the room.
A stunning woman with long black hair and emerald green eyes stood in the hallway, disgusted by everyone. Her skin was as white as milk and as smooth as silk, giving her a very elegant look. Her expression, on the other hand, was as cold as perpetual ice, with no visible emotional flow. Despite her icy expression, her figure was as hot as fire, with curves in all the right places and a bosom area that was especially well fleshed out, a body that would make any model jealous. Every man fantasizes about or lusts after such a body. She resembles an endless fire burning over ice crystals; it appears to be so lovely that everyone would die to claim it, yet if you touch it, you will be consumed. That was everyone's impression as they stood there. She has a dangerously attractive appearance.
Triston was standing there with summoned metal spikes as she stepped forward.
Her magnificent gown cascades from top to bottom and features a halter neckline that beautifully shows the very plain dress beneath it. Her dress's delicate, loosely knotted fabric conceals her tummy, with a small rope belt worn low around her waist breaking up the continuous flow. The dress opens up a little below the rope belt, revealing the dress beneath. The top dress's front reaches generously to the ground, while the rear flows behind her for a lengthy length and ends in a broad tip. Her sleeves are extremely long and wide, and their flow is broken up well above the elbow, where they're divided by wide, modest bands made of the same fabric and color as the dress's bottom.
"You can rest boy," she said as she approached him. "There's no need to expend your mana to keep these metal spikes summoned if you're not going to use them."
Aarav was surprised, but he is no idiot to let his guard down, just because she asked for it, but hearing her words causes the five-leaf clover mark on his neck to burn to the point where he can no longer hold it. he sat down on his knees, holding his neck with both hands in excruciating pain. It's as if she issued her an order that he couldn't refuse, and the metal spikes vanished.
"Are you all right, Triston?" Alice asked as she hurried up to me and grabbed my hand.
"I'm OK!" As he gets up with the support of Alice, Aarav exclaimed.
'Alizeh, what just happened to me?' In low tones, Aarav said.
[It was because of your life pact with Sierra, although life pacts with witches are normally of equal rank. But, she is a lot stronger than you and has the blood of Witch Queen Amelia Whitmore, she can dominate you.]
'So, because of this pact, I'll be obligated to follow her orders, and if I refuse, I'll get that burning sensation on that cursed mark?' Aarav enquired further.
[It might be a lot worse, as she has already entered a Master Mage Class with a magical rank of 42 while being only 19 years old.]
"Wait, doesn't that mean she can fight Albert on an equal footing?" Aarav enquired once more.
[Though Magic rating is a significant component in determining a victor, you can't be sure who will win; strategy and experience play a role as well.]
'Ah, I see.'
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Albert stands up as Sierra approaches the table, but before he can greet her. "I-I'm sorry!" Lucas interjected. "I'm Lucas Crawford, it's simply a misunderstanding, I didn't know Triston was a part of the Moon Temple, otherwise I wouldn't have messed with him," he hastily apologized before introducing himself.
Philip made a tongue click. He never expected Crawford, the rich arrogant brat, to apologize right away. Since, he wanted the matter to grow further.
Sierra gave him a quick glance before continuing, "But you did screw with him right?" As she makes this face with a dead expression, a thick and strong mist begins to engulf Sierra and the others in the hall, drowning them out and rendering them unable to fight back owing to the thickness of the mist.
Except for Aarav, everyone in the hall is grabbing their throat with both hands as they fall to their knees.
'So, that's Witch Queen's power, huh? She didn't even have to cast a spell." Aarav was speechless.
[The Whitmore family's innate power is that they can utilize magic without casting the spell aloud.]
"Light that burns the sky!", as Sierra held Lucas by the neck, with a furious expression on his face, Albert yelled. Despite all of the chaos, it was the first time he had this enraged expression since entering the hall.
Albert is totally engulfed by dazzling particles of light after chanting the spell. The Albert absorbs all of the available light energy from the sky and beyond, obliterating all of the dark mist.
Sierra found this situation amusing and burst out laughing, saying, "The most powerful known light magic, as well as the most deadly. It is also one of the most energy-intensive spells known to exist, and it has the ability to kill a caster even if well trained. Prince Albert, isn't it?"
"It doesn't matter what price has to be paid to halt your craziness, Sierra Whitmore," Albert exclaimed after regaining his calm.
"Aren't you being a little too friendly with me, by shouting my name out loud?" "Let's test your bounds, Albert Winfield," Sierra sneered.
As she challenges Albert, she extends her paw in the direction of Albert, prompting a swarm of black energy/shadow hands to follow suit.
Albert was also about to attack her, but they were both stopped by a middle-aged guy who was bound by artifacts to neutralize magic below the level of 50.
"Sir Walter Grigg!" they both said as they gazed in the direction of a middle-aged guy.