The dim sky was as it always had been.
Towering spires and city walls cast long shadows beneath the gray sky. The Dragon that had roared earlier lay prostrate upon the ground, its enormous black body covered in constantly flickering crimson patterns.
The interconnected patterns resembled some sort of rune born from nature's own extensions. As the Dragon breathed, stirring the surrounding air, their brightness visibly changed along with it.
"A magic life created by nature's miraculous craftsmanship?" Ian's gaze was drawn to the mysterious runes on the Dragon's body, but before he could observe them further, the witch blew lightly and sent him flying into the wall—countless vines suddenly grew from its cracks and bound him tightly.
"Witch's roar?"
Teacher Morgan looked extremely displeased. Her slight figure appeared minuscule beside the Dragon, yet the prostrate Dragon did not even dare breathe heavily. Judging by the chains embedded in its neck, it had already paid a torturous price for its earlier roar.
"I meant, a loving call from my teacher." Ian hurriedly revised what he had meant to say, but such a forced attempt at saving himself did not satisfy Morgan the Witch.
"Heh."
She sneered, her gaze dangerous. Ian knew that if he did not do something soon, he would definitely become the target of this legendary witch's ruthless punishment today.
"I brought you lots of candy! A whole lot!" Ian noticed that the vines binding his right hand had loosened considerably. He hurriedly pulled out his Money Bag and shook out every last snack.
The Christmas candy he had secretly stashed away in the Great Hall that afternoon ultimately did not remain in Ian's possession for long. All the spoils that Agent Prince had earned through labor became Councilor Morgan's property.
Though this legendary witch was not someone