The Gown Fragment in his hand was still as crystal-clear and glittering as ever, but the words recorded on it undoubtedly radiated evil. Ian felt that every line was filled with the bad witch's twisted sense of humor.
"Sure enough, you can offend anyone except an old witch..." Ian recalled his previous words and actions, yet he still could not figure out where he had offended Morgan the Witch. Now he understood why Morgan had altered the recipe. She probably really wanted to see him unknowingly brew up a Cauldron of Love Potion.
What kind of joke was this?!
He was only eleven!
Just a little kid!
How could he possibly need something like that! No, even when he grew older, he would not need it! Just as that sharp-eyed young man had said, with such outstanding looks and strength far beyond his peers, how could Ian possibly need medicinal assistance to have a sweet romance!
"I really want to know how Teacher Morgan's apprentices back then managed to live around her. They must have been walking on eggshells, afraid that one moment of carelessness would get them set up by that petty woman."
Ian could not help looking toward the distant castle. He only dared mutter and complain in his heart, because he knew very well that his teacher had always had a habit of spying on people.
The Queen's Magic Mirror had originally belonged to her, and she had even eavesdropped on his chats with Ariana. Who knew whether the old witch was hiding in the castle right now, still spying on him?
At that thought.
Ian's eyelid twitched.
"Oh, thank the ancestors, and thank my teacher, Lady Morgan. She is truly so considerate of me. That evil passerby clearly failed to understand the painstaking intentions behind Teacher's