The witch leader stepped down from the carriage and gazed at the Sothos Museum. A faint smile curled at the corner of her mouth beneath her black veil.
Her assumed identity was Julianna Kegg, a wealthy widow whose husband had died. She loved the arts, travel, salons, and banquets, and had sponsored quite a few down-and-out artists...
In truth, such a person did exist, though she was a hidden member of the Witch Sisterhood.
Whenever the witch leader needed to conceal her identity, she unceremoniously borrowed it.
And for such a wealthy widow, high-society banquets and artistic gatherings were indispensable diversions.
The witch leader's performance in this regard could be called flawless.
And since she was in Green Forest City, there was naturally no avoiding the Sothos Museum.
So this is the place where the Count of Green Forest was born? It looks rather ordinary...
She stepped down from the carriage and made her appraisal inwardly.
Then, the witch leader heard a crisp crack.
Her body abruptly stiffened, like a plaster statue frozen solid. Her delicate chin slowly lowered, and she saw a crescent-shaped pendant around her neck splitting open with a crack!
A terrible sensation instantly engulfed her entire body, making every pore tremble.
Her spirituality screamed a frantic warning. She looked across the street and saw a gentleman strolling toward her.
One hand gripped a gold-inlaid cane, while the other was carrying an earthenware jar utterly at odds with his bearing!
"That fairy tale!"
The witch leader felt her pupils contract violently, and without a second thought, she prepared to unleash an extraordinary ability.
As for accidentally harming the people around her or the museum? She did not care in the slightest.
If that gave the other party even the tiniest shred of hesitation, she would be overjoyed!