The flickering firelight.
The Witch of Death extended her slender, pale hand, and a few souls spiraled between her fingers. After observing them for a moment, she gently clasped her hand, sending the souls into the realm of death.
Then she turned her gaze to the silver-armored Knight in front of her.
"What is the reason for summoning me this time?" Her hands were clasped, her voice as cold and distant as ever, giving off an air of inaccessibility.
Xi Mu, upon hearing this, glanced at the white-haired girl beside him and smiled. "Are you interested in her?"
"..."
The Witch of Death scrutinized the white-haired girl, recognizing her true nature as an Alchemical Puppet, whose strength surpassed the limits of the human realm.
Yet it had not reached the domain of a Witch.
