Bright red, this description of the color is often used to describe blood, but more often it is also used to describe other things, such as fire. Bright red flames, or rather, bright red tongues of fire. The tongue of fire licked at the houses, engulfing the rudimentary wooden buildings. And even though the sea was not far away, the fire was growing faster than people could have imagined due to the tight structure of the Bay, and when those who had gone to fetch water to extinguish the fire hurried back, they found that the poor bucket in their hands had no use for anything.

Such fires appeared almost simultaneously in several areas of Heartless Bay, which seemed to be immediately and irregular, but in fact, they had a very hidden characteristic. That is, in these areas, there are witches' private property. It should be noted that it is not uncommon for houses and even ships in Heartless Bay to belong to some witch, who are part of a group of witches who have a considerable amount of wealth in their hands. But not all of this wealth was given by the witches.

Although the Great Witch pampered her juniors, she also knew that blindly satisfying the endless desires of young witches was only changing direction to make them lose their vitality. Therefore, in addition to their daily expenses, witches have to raise funds for their own research or interests. These funds may initially come from a gift from an elder or their contribution to the witch community. But gifts don't come often, and contributions are always boring and dangerous. Witches who get their first start-up capital are more likely to invest it in the city or fleet for the benefit of ordinary people.

However, this method of obtaining benefits does not always work, and even witches can be quite difficult to ensure that the money they invest in Heartless Bay will bring benefits. Excessive use of one's identity for profit will not only make ordinary people resistant, but also disgusted other witches. So, for whatever purpose, the witches' own possessions in Heartless Bay are always hidden, and many times, those who watch over them themselves do not know who they are serving. And among the residents of Heartless Bay, who are sensitive to their identities, what about witches?

There are too many secrets hidden in the city, and if the holders of these secrets are disturbed, the chain reaction will be more than just a fire.

"Demon!" a waitress screamed as she ran out of the burning tavern, and behind her, the burning roof of the tavern was pushed open by a black creature, revealing muscular muscles and a head with goat-like horns. It was indeed a demon, a guy hiding in this chaotic city and secretly looking for an opportunity to drink human blood. And in normal times, he is the owner of this tavern.

Similar things happen frequently in areas where fires occur, and the flames seem to not only light the houses, but also light the curtains that everyone hangs in front of them, and they are forced to reveal their true colors under the erosion of the tongues of fire. The limping old man can jump onto the roof in three or two steps, and the thin man who has been robbed by the fire shows the sharp knife skills of a professional killer in the shadows. Of course, this is just a disguise, and there are some disguises that are even more chilling. When a best friend's knife tip pierces out of his chest, when a lover ruthlessly escapes the burning room alone. There are so many of these things happening in this moment, and the whole city is like a hornet's nest that has been poked, with all kinds of sounds mixed together to form an uncomfortable ensemble.

"I did let you take advantage of people's grievances to cause some trouble for my sisters. But I don't remember me saying that you ruined the city. Standing on the towering rocks of the beach near the city, Hela's clothes writhed in the sea breeze blowing from behind her and the spark-carrying hot wind blowing in front of her. Her expression was serious, and there was a clear reproach in her voice.

This made Saich, who was standing behind the bobcat, naturally put his hand on his blindfold. But before he could do anything, the intelligence monger, or rather the lead of the fire, spread his hands and said, "This is indeed a bit of a surprise to me, ma'am. I didn't expect these guys to be so hostile to you and your sisters. Of course, I didn't expect there to be so many special guys in this city. It was my mistake. But you also have to admit that under such fire, your plan can be executed very, perfectly. ”

Hela held a bright red rose in her hand, and she looked up, letting her hair flutter in the wind to obscure her vision. She could tell that there was no apology in the Lynx's words, and he knew that his actions would lead to such a result. It didn't take any questions or clichés to guess how much the Bobcat and his accomplices could benefit from the fire, but what did it matter? For her purposes alone, Hela was very happy with the result, and there was no better time than such chaos.

"According to you, the Witch Order will not have any thoughts about this fire. But witches whose property is threatened will not stand idly by. Besides, in the basement of that house, there are your little pets, Kuyla or Kiri, who come here for the protection of their property and for their duty to the witches. The mercenary said sideways from the shadows, her pupils reflecting the brilliance of the flames. The sight made her even more convinced that this was not the place where she and the child in her womb should live.

The petals of the rose, withered one piece. Hela raised her hand to brush the hair away from her eyes and stared at the house in the firelight, "She's here, it's the order of the Great Witch." ”

"Very well, then we should settle this matter quickly. I've seen several brooms fly by, and the fire won't last long. Wouldn't they be right?" said the webworm.

"No, so we'll have to hurry. The Great Witch won't give me another chance to do this. Hela said, jumping off the reef and walking in the direction of the city.

And as they approached the city from the seaside, a broom fell from the sky, accompanied by an icy voice, "I want you to give me an explanation, Miss Hela." Why is the house I lent you burning in flames? ”

"My question, Ms. Cooira. I made a mistake by focusing too much on these arsonists and not realizing in time that they still had companions. I'm willing to make amends to you after the fact, but for now we'd better stop dwelling on this issue. Hela said to Kuira, who was riding on the broomstick, without turning her head. As the two were talking, they were walking through a patch of corpses on the beach. Judging by the clothes of these corpses, they were supposed to be sailors, and although their deaths were varied, the wounds that were still bleeding suggest that they had just died.

The senior witch sitting on the broom took a deep look at the junior walking on the ground, and did not say anything more. With a slight grip on the broomstick, Kuyla shook off Hela and her companions at a faster speed, and rushed into the burning city.