Ivita turned around only to see that behind them, there was a adult female shadow. She was completely black, entirely dark, her luxurious evening dress was also of shadowy color. But every detail of that dress wa intricately crafted, the hemline embroidered with patterns of various flowers and plants. Even within each black rose petal, there were carvings of hyacinths, which showed her meticulous attention to detail.
The shadow had a detached expression.
She looked at the fish shop owner, her eyes frosty. "Can one live in this world without credibility?"
The fish shop owner looked down at his left hand, now missing a finger, and cried out in fear, even dropping to his knees. "Don't kill me!"
"I beg you, don't kill me, I beg you..."
The shadow of the Witch Queen sneered, speaking in a very satisfied tone: "Quite ugly, isn't it?"
"You may live."
The fish shop owner looked up, dumbfounded. "Huh?!"
