Frankish old commander Glore stepped outside his tent to the fire pit and placed a wool strand imbued with the power of the Aries constellation into the small fire circle. The flames instantly engulfed the wool strand.
Almost instantly, the flames within the fire pit rose, and a nine-eye Aries, conjured from the flames, appeared inside the fire pit, seemingly surprised.
Glore was taken aback.
It had worked this time.
The three Frankish Witch Marquises behind him, seeing the overwhelming constellation power emanating from the nine-eye Aries, showed expressions of envy and jealousy. They knew that the lion's share of the credit still lay with the Aries witch.
As long as the Aries witch lived, they could only be considered secondary characters.
Which witch who had become a Marquis was willing to be overshadowed by another? Their hearts were already filled with discontent towards the Aries witch, they just dared not voice it.
