Miss Emma Sylvia looked at the three people in the room, all of whom had been startled by the woman who had strode in and stopped attacking one another.
The Great Witch wore a look of disgust. She shifted her gaze away from the bald man, then suddenly spotted Shade. Her eyes widened in disbelief:
"You—"
"I belong to that lady!"
Shade immediately lifted the badge on his chest.
"That lady will explain everything to you. This is a Ring Arcanist from the Pantanal Voodoo Society. He murdered Earl Sachia!"
Shade shouted. The young Great Witch turned to the bald man closest to her. He froze for a moment, then said viciously:
"Whoever you are, you know the truth of this matter—"
Miss Sylvia raised a hand and swiped it through the air—
Smack!
It was as though the man's face had been struck by an invisible hand. His head spun one hundred and eighty degrees on his neck, and his corpse fell stiffly to the floor.
Both Shade and Mr. Bernhardt looked at the Great Witch in horror as she wiped her hands with a handkerchief. Shade knew even better that this was an application of spatial power. Though she appeared to have struck the air, the force had directly attacked someone five meters away.
"I belong to that lady!"
Shade had no choice but to emphasize it again to ensure his own safety.
The witch with shoulder-length black hair ignored the terrified Bloodkin backing away. With one step, she appeared directly before Shade, carefully examined the pendant on his chest, and then, like every witch Shade had ever met, used a fair, warm hand to seize his wrist.
"You really are a man?"
Though her gaze was sharp and her movements decisive, her tone was unexpectedly not very