Irene fled with astonishing speed.
Though she was usually arrogant and domineering, she was by no means an idiot. On the contrary, she possessed an instinctive alertness to danger.
Her intuition told the purple-haired witch that if she confronted the person hiding in the Curio Vault, she would undoubtedly die!
Irene trusted her intuition. She unleashed a witchcraft spell meant to accelerate escape at full force, darting to the underground vault's exit in an instant, ready to flee down the passage to the right.
But in the next moment, a powerful force swept over her and engulfed the purple-haired witch.
"No~"
Irene shrieked in terror like a little girl pounced upon by a vicious wolf. "Save me! Save me!"
She wailed loudly and struggled desperately on instinct, completely forgetting that she was a witch.
But no one could save the purple-haired witch anymore.
Dragged backward by an invisible force, she flew back into Ronan's hand just as he stepped out of the Curio Vault.
Ronan held the witch, whose robe was dripping steadily beneath its hem, in one hand. Frowning, he asked, "You witches serve the Internal Affairs Department too?"
Although this was their first meeting, Irene's bossy behavior outside the vault earlier had not escaped Ronan's perception.
He had intercepted this witch, who had been frightened into wetting herself, purely out of curiosity.
To be honest, Ronan was somewhat disappointed.
He had held quite a favorable impression of witches—thanks to Audrey Norton.
Yet he had now discovered that, though both were witches, this stronger Irene was so unbearably pathetic!
"I, I..."
Irene trembled so badly that she could not speak.
Her Extraordinary Strength had been completely suppressed by Ronan's Psionic Power. Her comparatively fragile will had already crumbled beneath the threat of death, leaving her little different from some