Locke looked Rose Witch over. After a brief examination, he found nothing wrong. Her Spiritual Breath, Spirit Macro, and spiritual essence all seemed perfectly normal. She was herself.
Rose Witch folded her arms at the gates of Wizard Town. "What's wrong? Am I not welcome at your competition?"
"I came all this way just to support you."
Rose Witch's lips curled.
Locke glanced at her and frowned.
"You came to support me? Why does it feel more like my Great Magic generated Stellar Gravity and locked onto your causality, forcing you to come?"
"You aren't a wizard of the Divination School," Rose Witch said. "The Stellar Gravity generated by your Great Magic isn't that powerful. All wizards can generate Stellar Gravity through their Great Magic, but those outside the Divination School can't make good use of that special gift."
Rose Witch licked her lips. "Or do you want me to leave?"
An eerie smile hung on her face.
Just then, Belinda arrived, riding on Snow King's shoulder.
As a witch of the Maupassant Family, Belinda looked at Rose Witch and, for an instant, felt a chill deep in her soul.
The contract magic on Belinda's left arm reacted. A small wizard array appeared on her arm like a tattoo.
Normally hidden beneath her fair skin, it activated on its own. The scales patterned on the inside of her left forearm were slowly tipping.
Sweat ran down Belinda's forehead.
"Locke, what's wrong with this witch? Why is my family's secret Divine Summoning Contract Magic reacting to her? Who is she?"
"And she's so evil—"
"I've never encountered anything so evil. She's like a fiend that crawled out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood."
Snow King, whom she was riding, looked terrified too. As Rose Witch drew closer,