The Reborn Witch Princess

Fogs Fairies Wrath

Chief Lisun halted at the large tree trunk that had been fashioned into a bench. It was a rustic piece, the bark rough and gnarled, yet it had been carefully carved to serve its purpose.

With a gentle motion, Chief Lisun removed his coat and carefully draped it over Rara, who was sleeping soundly. He then settled onto the bench beside her, allowing her to lean against his shoulder.

Her breathing was steady and calm, contrasting sharply with the tension that gripped the rest of the scene.

The king, watching from a distance, was seething with fury.

His normally composed demeanor had shattered, replaced by a smoldering rage that he struggled to contain. His face, usually a mask of regal serenity, was now etched with anger.

Yet, the events of the day had left him momentarily speechless. He could only shoot Chief Lisun a baleful glare, his eyes narrow slits of molten fire.

Assistant Panda, who had been standing stoically beside Chief Lisun, felt a cold sweat trickle down his forehead as he caught sight of the king's discontented gaze.

His thoughts raced with confusion and anxiety.

'Why would Chief Lisun risk angering the king for this wild woman?' he wondered.

She wasn't just any wild woman but a notorious kingdom offender, an affront to all they held sacred.

The kingdoms, including Haguar's, had long sworn to eradicate any supernatural beings that dared to appear within their borders. Despite countless expeditions and searches, the main base of these supernatural beings remained elusive, like a phantom just out of reach.

As the ritual drew to a close, the crowd began to disperse, their relief palpable. The king's gaze remained fixed on Chief Lisun, his eyes flashing with a dangerous glint. For centuries, his kingdom had maintained its supremacy, and he was determined not to let a mere Head Guard and a rogue magic practitioner disrupt his reign.

Chief Lisun, fully aware of the king's simmering hostility, endured the heated stares with a stoic demeanor. Inside, however, he was a whirl of frustration and self-reproach. I'm only following orders, he thought bitterly. I'm a Head Guard, not a babysitter. Why must I protect this wild woman?

His concern extended beyond his own predicament; he was puzzled by his master's interest in such a troublesome individual. The question gnawed at him, adding to his discontent.

Just as the last of the attendees turned to leave, a sudden, violent whirlwind erupted, tearing through the area with an ear-splitting roar. The wind howled like an enraged beast, its force relentless as it whipped around them like a frenzied hurricane.

Those with lower cultivation were immediately swept off their feet, tossed around as if they were mere ragdolls. Their terrified screams were swallowed by the furious wind, while the more powerful individuals struggled to maintain their footing, buffeted violently by the gale.

Chaos ensued. People screamed and stumbled, their panic intensifying as the wind howled and roared. The White Tribal family, witnessing the chaos, trembled uncontrollably. They dropped to their knees, their heads pressed to the ground in a show of abject fear.

The atmosphere was thick with dread. The fairies, guardians of the punishment ritual, had clearly been angered. If it hadn't been for the girl's interference, they wouldn't have been stirred to such wrath.

King Magdon, his face a mask of terror, clutched Queen Lustia tightly. His heart pounded so fiercely he feared it might burst from his chest.

'We've offended the Gods!' he thought in panic.