Florence and Inas both felt curious about the girl who had suddenly appeared and rescued them.
The words spoken by the girl had left them both in shock and disbelief.
The girl was beautiful, with thick fog around her adding a gloomy aura, at first glance resembling a witch, giving a rather sinister impression.
On the other hand, it was this girl who had saved them.
Moreover, from what the girl had said, it seed she was very familiar with this place; otherwise, she would not have said sothing like "you should not have co here."
Glancing at each other, it was the more experienced and worldly-wise Florence who stepped forward to bow again, "We still do not know your esteed na."
"Ireta." The girl tilted her head slightly, providing a na.
A very pleasant na.
"Normally, people would call Death Witch."
Ireta did not conceal anything.
She knew what reputation witches had on the Sky Do Continent, but she didn’t care about what others thought of her, as long as her lover did not despise or alienate her because of her witch identity, then everything was fine.
Sure enough, after hearing the term "Death Witch," both Florence and Ireta were taken aback.
Indeed, it was a witch.
Witches on the Sky Do Continent were considered outcasts.
There were many legends about witches, in which they were often depicted as beautiful, alluring, seductive, charming yet brutally cruel and bloodthirsty.
The Sky Do Continent seed to enjoy these legends, appreciating the contrast between beauty and cruelty. These tales, in turn, made witches’ images even more vivid and etched.
However, in reality, those who had truly encountered a witch were very few.
Even Inas and Florence had never actually dealt with witches.
The Holy Court had seemingly arranged operations to hunt witches, but these were aborted, officially proclaid as great victories, but Florence knew that the Holy Court had suffered heavy losses, and claiming victory was rely for saving face.
Since witches mostly stayed away from the bustle, rarely appeared in front of humans, and never publicly claid their identity, they would not burst the Holy Court’s bubble.
Since it was impossible to truly eradicate the witches, one would simply let them be—what else could be done?
Florence and Inas could feel this mysterious lady’s imnse strength, even perceiving that her power was more exaggerated than that of Saint Monica and Wozworth.
Being nad after death, she must be an extrely formidable figure even among many witches.
Yet, despite the brief interaction, she didn’t seem as terrifying as the legends suggested.
This Death Witch hadn’t killed them outright; in fact, she had even rescued them. Was this really sothing a Death Witch would do?
Florence quickly suppressed her doubts and once again thanked Death Witch Ireta, then finally asked about the real issue, "Lady Ireta, you seem to be quite knowledgeable about this place; could you share so information with us?"
"Of course, I can." The corners of Ireta’s mouth seed to curve into a slight smile, though it was unclear if she was actually smiling.
The already stunning face appeared even more dazzling at that mont.
Even as proud won, both Inas and Florence felt sowhat inferior, looking down at their chests in relief, glad to find a bit of self-confidence there.
Ireta had scant contact with others, appearing to be a very aloof woman.
But in reality, Ireta was not averse to interacting with others; it was just that prior to eting Qin Chu, the Death Aura on her was too intense, causing any life that ca near her to die instantly, which is why she consciously avoided contact with others.
But now, the Death Aura had been purified by Qin Chu, and that restriction was gone.
Before explaining further, Ireta asked them, "Why did you two co here?"
"We heard that the Ice Duchy was suffering from a cold invasion originating from the glaciers, so we ca here, thinking our strength might solve the problem, but we almost lost our lives," Florence replied with a self-deprecating laugh.
Having reached level 90, she had thought her strength was already formidable, only to realize that she was still just a weakling.
"I see," Ireta nodded, "Wanting to save a million lives in the Ice Duchy is comndable, but sotis one must act according to one’s capabilities, and this is not trouble you can handle."
Florence felt slightly uncomfortable; she knew Ireta, being a witch, was naturally much older than her, but her appearance seed only in her late twenties, and being lectured like this felt sowhat strange.
"You have no idea what exactly is sealed here..."
"Here, what is actually suppressed is a remnant of a god."
The awkwardness instantaneously vanished, with both Florence and Inas’s eyes widening in shock, their pupils quaking as if an earthquake.
They understood that such a huge body must have an extraordinary origin, but they could never have imagined it would be so exaggerated—a remnant of a god?
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