“Oh, the night of obedience!”
Mirania was moved to the corpse yard in an instant.
“Hah!”
Mirania laughed at her dismay.
It’s the territory of Malandor. It was difficult to enter the mansion unless he opened the space himself.
Something fell down at Mirania, who jumped up at the thought of not getting the night of obedience.
Mirania picked up what suddenly fell on her.
A precious object in the form of a leash with a smooth black outer skin.
‘The night of obedience.’
“Chera must be worried.”
Mirania decided never to visit Malandor again.
I’m used to this for some reason.
‘That’s the thought I had when I left this mansion 300 years ago.’
“Tsk, tsk.”
Mirania clicked her tongue as she entered the witch castle.
“Mirania!!”
Young witches, who were practicing magic while sitting on a huge tree, waved to welcome Mirania.
As she walked up to the castle, Chera was waiting.
“What the hell were you doing until now?” (Chera)
“Did a ‘Malandor thing’?” (Mirania)
“If it’s a Malandor thing…”
Chera’s face softened.
“Did you work as a slave to him? No matter how important the night of obedience was, how could you!” (Chera)
“…”
Chera’s face grew redder because she couldn’t hold back her anger.
“It’s time to go to war with the dark people. How dare he touch the head of the witch clan.” (Chera)
“I got it wrong.”
Plop~!
Mirania summoned an ice bag and put it on Chera’s head.
Chera’s eyes, who was trembling in anger, widened in surprise.
“Why do you like war so much when you value life?” (Chera)
‘I don’t value life, I just love children and animals.’
“It’s just that I passed out for about a week. Did everything go well?” (Mirania)
She was referring to Grecan. Chera, who understood what Mirania was asking, nodded.
Mirania had been away for a long time, so she was afraid that Grecan might have escaped.
“He had been quiet. Sometimes he howled at night.”
“Well, I’m surprised to hear he’s been quiet.”
“What could he do in a solitary cell?”
“That’s true, but…”
Unlike Chera, who thought of Grecan as simply an ordinary wolf cub, Mirania, who clearly knew him, was uncomfortable to say what’s on her mind and remain quiet.
“What about the night of obedience?”
“Here.”
Mirania waved the night of obedience in the form of a leash.
