Ivita coldly looked at the woman kneeling on the ground, begging for her favour. "Who exactly are you, which of my identities do you know, and who sent you?"
The Old Witch pushed her luck even more. "Your Honour, let me burn her to death, and use her ashes as fertilizer for my beloved plants in my garden."
Ivita glanced at the Old Witch, who was always talking about making other people into garden compost, but she had never seen where her garden was.
She didn't believe that The Hearthstone Great Witch just randomly chose that term.
If she had this portable carriage, then it wouldn't be surprising if there was a garden she could keep by her side or take with her.
Moreover, she wondered why the Hearthstone Great Witch hadn't told her the source of her magic power.
Hearing that she would be used for compost, Lolita, who was kneeling on the ground, cried: "Okay, I agree to be your fertilizer."
"But please promise me one thing, Lord Wizards. Please revive my son."
