Someone had altered the real history, erasing all traces and evidence, and fabricated false information to replace everything that should have been there.
Harls couldn't help but marvel. Who had such power to do such a thing?
"Even I was affected. What an incredible force, but why?"
Harls had indeed been affected. He couldn't remember what had happened in that period of history, but he was certain: the Queen was definitely not Isefia. She was someone else.
"It seems that a lot happened back then."
"Enough of that."
Harls calmed down and said to his uncle, "I've forgotten some things, so I can only tell you what I remember."
"What do you want to ask?"
The uncle didn't speak directly; instead, he gave Bailuo the opportunity to ask.
"What is a witch?"
Bailuo's focus was on this, and it was also what made him most furious. He could clearly sense the deep malice Harls held toward witches.
