Outstanding Girls

The One-Eyed Witch looked neither alive nor dead. She forcefully stuffed her only remaining eyeball back into its socket, completely oblivious to the rotting flesh and blood constantly falling from her face.

She let out a shrill laugh, like a hoarse crow. "Him? Little girl, it seems you already have someone you like... How about this? I rather like you. Go kill the man you love, and I'll spare your life. What do you say?"

The Silver-haired Girl's expression remained cold and unmoved. Her emotionless eyes swept over the other woman. "Has no man ever liked you?"

The One-Eyed Witch's eyeball twitched several times—literally. Her voice suddenly became venomous and cruel. "Little girl, do you know who you're talking to?"

"Daya Rom, the famous Bulgarian Dark Wizard of the fifteenth century..." Stephanie calmly stated a name.

"When you were young, you fell for a man who did not love you at all, so you killed him. But during the struggle, he struck you with a spell, costing you an eye forever. From that point on, you embarked on a path of torturing wizards. According to recorded incidents, you murdered more than twenty young couples. Your signature was learning the woman's spells, then using those spells to kill her lover in front of her."

Stephanie calmly recited the information, her gaze upon the One-Eyed Witch utterly without fluctuation.

A wizard who had died at the end of the fifteenth century had most of her deeds recorded in assorted unofficial histories, yet Stephanie had identified her after only a brief observation.

Daya Rom laughed like an old gramophone dragged from a swamp, reeking of rot, mud, and poisonous fumes. "What a lovable little girl. It seems you like history?"

Stephanie merely raised her wand calmly. "It seems you've revived in some strange