"Hiss—"
The Blue Witch couldn't help drawing in a sharp breath.
Why had he appeared here at this moment?
Wasn't his target supposed to be George III's mausoleum? Could George III have died as well?
Then shouldn't he be busy rescuing those ordinary people and moving them away? Why had he come after her? And how had he found her?
For a moment, the Blue Witch's heart was filled with panic.
Sure enough, she had previously declared that she wouldn't let him off, and she hadn't merely been talking. But that was supposed to happen later.
"Later" meant after she recovered from the weakness of her recent resurrection, prepared enough Beyonder items, paid a price to bring in allies, and found or engineered an opportunity when he was weakened.
Not right after she had just been utterly crushed by him head-on, only for him to immediately come knocking!
She had already died once just now. Did the Blue Witch really have no idea whether she could beat him?
"Hmm?"
The Blue Witch frowned slightly. That breath she had just drawn in... had been so damp.
The location where she stored this Mirror Person was a stronghold disguised as an abandoned castle. Its geographical environment was not the kind of Mediterranean climate where a light rain wouldn't even make passersby bother bringing umbrellas.
Even if no one had cleaned the place for a long time and the air quality was indeed somewhat poor, it shouldn't have become damp and moldy.
Was it her imagination?
After carefully sensing it, the Blue Witch dismissed that possibility, because the dampness truly existed.
And it wasn't the lingering moisture left behind by a recent rain, nor the stifling humidity that came before rain. It was a cold, gloomy dampness, the kind that seemed to seep