Chapter 808

The bells announcing the imminent opening of the Academic Conference echoed over Lakeheart Town. Many scholar-like figures emerged from their lodgings and hurried toward the Ves Institute.

Witch Coleridge was among the pedestrians. She had followed former Scholar's Tower member Yarvis all the way here to hunt him down, and had judged that Yarvis would most likely not miss this grand gathering that the local lord had organized for the scholars.

Before the conference officially began, she had stayed in Lakeheart Town for several days, using the time to prepare all kinds of measures. The moment she discovered Yarvis, she would make sure to kill him in one blow. To enter the venue without attracting attention, Coleridge had deliberately changed into a set of dark-brown astrologer's robes. The fabric was not luxurious, but it was well tailored, accentuating her tall and elegant figure. Dark-gold astronomical patterns were embroidered along the collar and cuffs, making them look at first glance like a uniform from some academy, when in fact they were merely a disguise she had hastily imitated. A silver-gray belt was tied around her waist, with a small copper astrolabe hanging from it. Although she knew absolutely nothing about astrology, the prop was enough to make her look the part.

The Witch's white hair was as pure as fresh snow, shimmering faintly silver beneath the candlelight, as if it had been steeped in moonlight. She had made no attempt to conceal its striking color. Instead, she had tied it high with a dark-blue ribbon into a bun commonly worn by female academy scholars. A few loose strands fell beside her ears, lending her a touch of softness.

She kept her hands hidden inside her wide sleeves. Her fingers were long and slender, her nails neatly trimmed, without any of the