Selma Payne's POV:
After sending the unconscious Dorothy to the ambulance, I returned to the flower terrace.
The insufferably arrogant witch was now tied up like a deer waiting to be slaughtered. The rope used to tie her up was not an ordinary rope. It was covered with a special confinement spell, a product of a legendary witch in the past, to ensure that the prisoner could not escape even if he had wings.
At this moment, she finally revealed a trace of panic.
"Don't even think that you can catch me so easily." She was bluffing.
I was not in a mood to listen to her nonsense, so I put my hand over her mouth and disdainfully said, "Save it, witch. If you have the energy to do useless things, why don't you think about how to get through the next interrogation?!"
After saying that, I ignored her struggles and waved my hand, ordering the warrior and the werewolf grandmasters to push her onto the prison cart.
