Speaking ill of Angelite behind her back made it very easy to get caught.
Jiang Han had only just heard Arlovs recount the story of how Angelite had been "the tyrant of the household" as a child when the dream trembled. A vast, fearsome storm of magical power descended upon this dream.
Experiencing such a storm of magical power up close, Jiang Han finally understood just how terrifying that violent force was.
It was like some endless vortex, yet every current and every wisp of sea spray was controlled with flawless precision. That violent power was like a harmless natural disaster, but precisely because of that terrifying control, it was suffocating.
For many top-tier witches, tearing a living creature apart with magical power alone was an exceedingly simple matter.
But Angelite could rely on magical power alone to strip away every blood vessel and organ in a creature's body, then use magic to simulate those organs—and she could completely keep the other party alive... That was far more terrifying than simple violence.
Such precise control over magical power could completely replace an identity marker.
Jiang Han saw Arlovs's body tremble, her expression stiffening slightly as well.
The door to the room slowly opened.
Angelite walked in from outside, dressed in an exquisite blue-and-red gown and wearing a large blue-and-red striped sunhat. She carried that violent yet warm-water-gentle magical power with her.
Arlovs's face showed dissatisfaction.
Only through Arlovs did Jiang Han notice that, with this expression, Angelite's face looked a little like a bun.
It was all thanks to her that she got to see so many different expressions from Angelite... Jiang Han gently shook her head, then noticed Angelite looking at her with a sweet smile.
Angelite raised an eyebrow and returned a helpless smile.
"Hello, Arlovs. I sensed