Look how badly the poor thing was scared... "Cards, huh? So they're still being used..."
Looking at the card in her hand, Lan Qingyou raised an eyebrow with great interest.
She had originally thought things like cards were no longer in use.
That was why she had been unable to contact the people from Tarot Villa, or the other Black Witches.
But now it seemed that was not the case.
Then things were getting interesting.
So she lifted her head and looked at the dumbstruck Administrator.
"May I ask a question? Why can't my card contact my former teammates anymore?"
!!!
The Administrator who had been questioned instantly snapped upright, his whole body going rigid.
This was not because Lan Qingyou had used some kind of magic.
It was simply the inevitable reaction born of fear when the Administrator faced Lan Qingyou.
"T-this... this is because..."
Originally, the Administrator did not want to speak.
But being stared at by Lan Qingyou—or rather, by the Witch of the Tower whose savage reputation was known far and wide—
No matter how unwilling the Administrator was to open his mouth, he had to say something now.
Otherwise, no one could say what would be done to him.
But the Administrator knew.
The witch before him had an entire complete set of methods for torturing people.
Among them, the one she was best at—the one he himself knew most clearly—was the "Curse Magic" she had figured out on her own.
One had to know, That thing was a pain-inducing magic that even The Order, after researching it for so many years, with sacred relics and holy water and everything else, still had not been able to solve.
Those struck by it could only slowly wait for death, or for the magic's effect to weaken.