The king of the lion

It had been a long time since Emia had come out of the house. As a witch, she doesn't need to leave her home to do almost anything, even if she's really bored and wants to find something to do, looking down on the land with a crow's eyes is a good pastime. But that being said, many years ago, she wasn't like that. At that time, Greene always complained to the other witches that her daughter would never learn to be patient, and would always disappear in the blink of an eye.

Thinking of her mother's complaint, a smile appeared at the corner of Amiya's mouth under the veil. But the smile was only a moment on the witch's face, and it was hard for Emia to rejoice in her death because she missed her mother so much. Few witches have been able to live in seclusion for as long as the Colendys, for few have been as comfortable with their own death as Greene.

Old witches always try to continue their lives, and to do so, they will do whatever it takes, and some even sacrifice their offspring to evil gods or demons. Death is always chasing us, that's a phrase that almost all witches say. But Aemia almost never heard it in her mother's mouth. Compared to other witches who are eager to get more materials to continue their lives, Greene is always very calm.

And this composure has also earned her a high reputation among the witches, and almost all the witches are happy to listen to this one's opinion. There are even rumors that there is a high chance that Greene will become the leader of the witch group. But that's all in the past, Emia thought that since she betrayed the witches, her mother didn't abandon her, but fled directly to this small remote country with her. Since then, the witch colonies have ceased to be their home.

Remembering that she had been interrupted here, Emia silently grabbed the reins in her hand, because in this deserted street, a splendid carriage stood in front of her impartially.

The magnificence of this carriage is absolutely unprecedented, and I am afraid that even the king's or queen's car is not so eye-catching. It was a four-wheeled carriage drawn by two purebred chestnut horses, made of moonlight wood that only the forests of the elven realms produced, without a single nail on it. The white body of the moonlight wood is almost carved with all kinds of reliefs, some of which are telling mythological stories, some of which are just for decoration, but either way, the ornamentation in the reliefs is made of precious stones or gold.

The carriage was semi-open-topped, a style favored by aristocratic women that did not provide any defensive capabilities for the carriage, nor did it have enough space for shock absorbers or other devices. But its body, which resembles a giant sofa, is enough to accentuate the figure of the woman lying on it. It's like the woman who is now lying in a soft collapse of velvet satin.

It was a middle-aged woman, at least she looked like that. She has a beautiful face, and the right makeup makes her smile full of fatal temptation. Distinguished from the middle, the long black and white hair makes this woman fascinating and mysterious at the same time. A black and white mink dress with the same color as her hair allows her to show off her beautiful body to the fullest, while creating a sense of dignity. And judging from the skin she exposed, this lady's skin was almost as white as Lynn's.

The carriage and its owner stand so out on the street that I mean, the lady should have been in her chariot at the greatest dinner in the kingdom. Instead of wandering the streets in the Great White Paradise as you do now. However, judging from the expression under Emia's veil, she was not surprised by the appearance of this woman.

"You still look so disgusting. This should be the heaviest swear word that Emiah has said in recent years. But seeing the person in front of her, Rao Yi couldn't hide the disgust on her face with her self-cultivation.

But the woman half-lying in the carriage didn't seem to care, she chuckled lightly, and looked her eyes up and down at Emia who was sitting on horseback. Compared to her, the red dress on Amiya looks so plain. And the veil that hangs from the hood of the wide lady seems to have become something that exists to hide her appearance.

"And you're still... Immature. The woman in the carriage said with a small black gilt folding fan covering the lower half of her face.

"Am I naïve?" Amia smiled, but not out of amusement, but out of anger, "Listen, I'm not the same person I was twenty years ago. In front of you, the most powerful witch in this kingdom, you better show the respect you deserve. ”

"The most powerful witch?" the woman's eyes sneered, "only after Greene dies, right? ”

"But I really admire Greene, she has lived so long when she left the witch group, and she has survived for nearly thirty years with the materials she has collected in this small kingdom. I'm really curious about what exactly you've found in this country. ”

"That's not something you should think about. Rather than snooping on my privacy, you should think about how to get out of this country alive with your people. Aemia's tone was cold, like the look in her eyes.

Hearing Aemia's words, the woman covered her mouth again with a folding fan, and a crisp laugh came from under the fan. This laughter is very beautiful, but it will make people feel an inexplicable chill.

"Oh, my dear Aemia. You don't really think that a little wizard and the rabble you've gathered can win this war, do you? The boy was dressed in gray robes, but he was just a fledgling. Compared to the existence of provoking this war, he is simply not on the stage. ”

"But I think it's too easy for him to clean you up. Emia said.

The woman wanted to say something, but just as she was about to speak, she stopped as if she had received something. With a clear look of fear and disgust on her face, she spoke again.

"Wolfwalkers, is this your hole card? ”

With that, the woman waved her hand slightly, pulled the two ponies of the carriage away, turned the horse's head, and ran in the other direction. Seeing the other party retreating, Aemia did not rush to chase or stop her, because she knew that this former companion of her was not a person who would appear alone, and there must be a witch or something else nearby to protect her.