Isn't Being A Wicked Woman Much Better?

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The lyrical performance that resonated from the bow suddenly stopped.

In an instant, the deck filled only with rough shouts and the footsteps of the witches.

"Damn it, what the hell is this...?) exclaimed the 3rd prince as he looked around with a perplexed expression, and magical arrows began to sprout from the direction of the forest again.

The magicians led by Duke Seymour had prepared a scroll that could reach the forest downstream of the Renee River in advance and started the operation as soon as they received the signal.

As more and more magicians arrived in the forest, the momentum of the attack became stronger.

"¡Ugh!" In no time, mana, forged strongly like the tip of an arrow, pierced the 3rd Prince's shoulder.

The 3rd Prince staggered as he swallowed his breath from the pain of his muscles breaking.

"¡Ugh, ahhh...!" His right arm that held the sword was incapacitated, and his face turned blue.

The fact that he had fallen into a trap horrified him more than the pain in his shoulder.

The 3rd Prince had a lot of experience leading battles in the vanguard, but he had always encountered predictable situations because it was his mother who created the rift in the north.

When faced with a sudden situation, the 3rd prince lost composure in an instant, and the group of witches he had led fell like fallen leaves in a surprise attack from the enemy.

The 3rd Prince, who held the sword with his left arm while panting, quickly raised his sword and dissipated an arrow.

However, when the arrow attack stopped, out of nowhere, columns of water rose from all directions. Strong enough to capsize a boat.

"If this continues, we will be annihilated. Avoid it. It's a trap!" urgently told one of the witches nearby to the 3rd Prince, shooting black flames in the direction where the magic was flying.

Some had already jumped into the river to escape.

The boat, which had been pierced by the magic arrows, precariously shook as if it were about to capsize from the fierce column of water.

Damn it! The 3rd Prince, staggering, finally jumped.

"Cough, cough!" Barely poking his head above the water, he waved his arms to head towards the nearby dock.

"For now, I just have to get out of here".

At that moment, something blocked the third prince as he swam forward. It was the bow of a boat.

Thousands of boats approached as fast as a speedboat using wind magic and began to surround the witches struggling in the river, as if they didn't want anyone to escape.

The 3rd Prince, who stopped swimming and quickly raised his head, met a pair of bright red eyes.

Deborah Seymour.

The 3rd prince took a deep breath and gritted his teeth.

"How dare you?"

"It's the same for you who aimed at me. Thanks for coming in person), retorted Deborah.

"¡Aargh!" The 3rd Prince, with a face full of humiliation, cursed at the princess, but that also lasted shortly.

Bam-! Powerful lightning magic spread over the river where the witches were fighting.

An electric current ran through the soaked body in an instant, and the 3rd prince lost consciousness.

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