There Are Many Possessors in This Romance Fantasy

31. Visitor (3)

Witches are unruly, and the word capricious often follows them.

This is a characteristic of witches who have settled down as the exaggerated words of people they have actually met have become misleading.

That was not wrong. No, on the contrary, it can be said that it was too accurate to be a misrepresentation.

The paper handed over was a piece of paper with a simple teleport magic circle in it, and it was a nasty thing that could be activated without the other person’s consent, so you can see its selfish nature.

This is also the case now, when I call someone over and drink tea by myself without saying anything.

“If you call someone on your own, will you quickly tell them what it is?”

In spite of the hot steam rising from the teacup, the witch, who was drinking cold water, threw the teacup back.

I expected a sharp sound to resonate, but what I heard was a dull, heavy sound.

“Wrase. Isn’t this the first time you’ve seen magic?”

The witch laughed at Froden, who turned her gaze.

As she ignored the witch’s words that didn’t even deserve her response, the witch snorted at her once and then made an amused look.

“Did you find what you saw in the past few weeks? It looks much better.”

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Magic energy ran through Froden’s body.

As if the tongue had been brushed off the skin, the sticky magic slowly groped her body.

The witch, who was admiring the body hidden under her clothes with her sticky gaze, continued her words without taking her eyes off her.

“As expected, geniuses must have different training methods. Resilience that transcends human limits.”

A long snake-like tongue slid out between her red lips and slithered.

The way she looked at her prey, her eyes, her gestures, and the movement of her magical power made her feel unbearable.

“The body is good, and the resilience is amazing. As for the thing… at this size, wouldn’t even a female ogre be able to eat it?”

I want to break the neck of the witch who laughs and continues to s*xually harass her.

Froden, struggling to suppress her flesh creeping up, took a deep breath and calmed her mind.

Her witch’s behavior was so vulgar that her heart, which had maintained her composure, was almost broken.

“Stop talking nonsense, let’s talk about work.”

“Why don’t we mix our bodies before that? Isn’t it bad for a one-night stand if you have the same looks and body as me?”

When the button on the robe that covered her whole body was unbuttoned, it slid down her body.

Her shedding of skin was like a snake.

Rather than saying it was her clothes, it was just a strange outfit that barely covered her important parts.

Looking at her witch’s outfit, in which she had very little fabric and most of her flesh, Froden didn’t even think of it.

“I don’t think I’m satisfied with this. Would it be okay if I touched it myself?”

Twisting her body slightly, bringing her breasts together and trying to show where she wasn’t covered by her clothes, she got no response from Froden. She

Got up halfway from her seat, leaned over her body, and stretched out her hand.

The witch waved her hand at the sight of Froden looking at her as if looking at her wooden stone.

The robe that flowed down her body wrapped around her witch’s body again.

After the voluptuous and dazzling feast of flesh color passed, all that was left was a black cloth.

“I don’t know who knows who knows.”

A seductive smile flashed across her face and then vanished.

The purple makeup drawn along the line over her eyelids and the red lips as if covered in blood create a subtle harmony.

The fine features gathered together to make a beautiful woman’s face, but that was all.

Objectively, Elin was the most beautiful face Froden had ever encountered.

She was originally proud of her outstanding beauty, but because of her status window, even her charm was filmed, so there was no one who could match her with her appearance.

“It’s because I don’t want to spend the night with witches.”

To Froden, who was not moved by Elin’s beauty, her witch’s appearance was like a stone placed on her side of the road. She is

She is, of course, even though she is prettier than Elin, she is already Tinya.

“To be picky.”

I don’t know where it came from, but at some point, the witch had a pipe in her hand.

A spark of blue magical power rose up and smoke billowed up into the sky.

In an instant, the pungent scent lingered around the room. The smoke that couldn’t get out filled the inside, blurring the vision.

“There is only one thing we want. As I said before, she kills her.”

“There is only one thing I want. I’m looking for Tina.”

“That’s why she asked for your cooperation. After all, if there is a person with a deep connection, the size of the sacrifice they have to bear will also decrease.”

The terrible smoke that entered her lungs through the pipe rode back into the witch’s mouth and scattered into her room.

Due to the remnants of the weak magic mixed in her smoke, Froden raised the magic within her body and put it over her body.

“Stop being weird, witch. Nothing good would come of her provoking me.”

The witch laughed nonchalantly at that.

This situation where she is facing the witch alone with no one in her witch’s dwelling.

Her surroundings were already filled with her own magical power, so Froden did not lose her confidence even in a situation where any magic could be activated in an instant.

And I caught the emotions of anger and remorse that can be seen in it.

The fake emotions that Froden is plotting and boiling up.

“I’m smoking because I like it, so what? Isn’t she going to be interfered with by you?”

“After. Do whatever you want. Continue talking.”

She frowned in irritation and leaned back in her chair.

Looking at his attitude with her arms crossed and her eyes closed, the witch burst out laughing.

“Are you bold or fearless? Either way, it’s like a figure from a prophecy.”

I shook off the burnt cigarette ash. When the overturned pipe was put back into place, a blue flame burned.

The automatically filled tobacco smoked again and was sucked into the witch’s lungs.

“If you are wise, you must already know that a witch’s magic requires a price, right?”

“They say the more difficult the task, the greater the price.”

“Right. It’s not magic, it’s more like making a wish to the devil. Magic that makes anything come true if you ask for something and pay the price.”

Feeling the mulberry taste of her cigarette, the witch’s eyelids trembled.

“However, the cost and magic vary depending on who uses it, how, and for what purpose.”

“That’s why you, in charge of magic, summoned me to pay the price.”

“Right. That’s why it’s comfortable to talk to smart people. I don’t have to give unnecessary explanations.”

The witch’s expression continued to change.

It was around the time when I felt a sense of discord with the woman who was revealing her emotions as they were. She had a thought running through Froden’s head.

The fact that she suddenly smokes her cigarette and makes her expression true to her feelings makes me wonder if she is a master of magic.

Of course, I don’t know what kind of magic it is. However, it was important that he was doing something that would raise such suspicion.

“That’s why I’m asking you. There’s a price to pay to find Tina, the crazy girl she loves.”

“Only the main point. I roughly figured out the context.”

“Hey. Still, I need an explanation.”

Didn’t I tell you earlier that you don’t have to give unnecessary explanations?

Froden thrust a knife into her witch’s throat.

Despite her sudden hostility, the witch sucked the smoke from her while laughing.

“He is smart, quick-witted, and action-oriented. That should be fine.”

“…What are you talking about?”

“What are you talking about? It’s time to wake up now.”

The witch snapped her fingers and sparks ignited.

In an instant, sparks flowed through the smoke that spread throughout the room, and in an instant, sparks ignited.

“What a crazy b*tch!”

“See you next time. Excellent Young master.”

With the witch’s humorous reply, flames exploded and attacked Froden.

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“Heo-eok-!”

A sharp pain came up along with the burning heat all over my body.

I raised my trembling hand involuntarily at the pain felt throughout her body and checked it.

“What is this…”

I was feeling a sense of discord with my normal body, contrary to the pain I felt, when I heard a knock.

“Did you cough, Young master? Breakfast is ready.”

I heard the voice of a familiar servant.

Froden then looked around her to see where she was. It was a familiar space.

“Come soon.”

After the sound of the servant answering outside the door, I heard footsteps receding.

When there was no sign of presence around her, Froden checked her body again, enduring her pain.

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Meanwhile, she found a finely folded magic paper in her pocket and opened it with her trembling hands.

[To the excellent Young master, who must be suffering from the agony of death by now.

Today’s meeting was very enjoyable. A witch’s magic isn’t everything you see, so you’d better be careful next time. Today, I showed you a little bit of taste in terms of service.

Now that I know roughly what type you are, let’s meet for real this time and have a deep talk.

I like having conversations with my body. Make me cry with that huge thing&

Next time, if you give me a signal with magic, I’ll call you.]

“This damn witch.”

A ridiculous laugh broke out.

I didn’t even know I was under the spell, and despite my preparations, the helplessness of not being able to resist the witch’s magic passed over me for a moment.

It’s not like I can’t respond. However, it was a good opportunity for her to realize that she was slightly arrogant.

Froden pulled out her communication tool. She should tell you in advance about the witch’s magic, which is more threatening than you think.

[What’s going on? We contacted each other in one day. Did you miss me?]

This woman and that woman all act like foxes.

“What do you want to see? I contacted you because I had information to tell you.”

It seems that more thorough preparation is needed to catch the witch.