Ivita watched the Hearthstone Witch in disbelief, was her luck really this good? Could good fortune actually be unrelated to one's character?
Next, the Hearthstone Witch threw out a second dart.
'Snap~'
A yellow balloon on the red strip burst, releasing a slip of paper—'Reward: a piece of Baron Grala's territory.'
Following that, the Hearthstone Witch threw out five consecutive darts. Each of them popped a balloon, each revealing a slip of paper.
'Reward: Lightning magic wand crafted by the Hearthstone Castle witch.'
'Reward: Alsace's specialty—Soul Fireball.'
'Reward: A stone mill that absorbed all the blood of The Great Witch upon her death.'
'Reward: Coffin crafted with soul-suppressing magic.'
'Reward: A magical carriage that can carry a pumpkin.'
Ivita remained silent, Joanna's mouth hung open, sweat began to form on her forehead.
Ivita noticed that on several occasions, Joanna's mouth formed the words 'stop already,' but she didn't voice them.
