"Voodoo!" Green's brows rose, and anger surged through him.
This woman was vicious—and reckless. I only glanced at her, and she dared use Voodoo on me? She's asking to die!
And where did she think she was? This was Cyrabelle's office. Had she lost her mind?
As Green activated the Eye of Spirit Sight, Psychic Energy stirred around him, immediately drawing everyone's attention.
Cyrabelle reacted first. Realizing what had happened, she called out, "Setna! Stop daydreaming. What are you thinking about?"
Setna froze, then hurriedly covered her eyes with her right hand. Psychic Energy gathered in her palm, cutting off her line of sight and drawing in the Voodoo. In an instant, she reabsorbed the two strands that had extended outward. She tapped her forehead with her left hand, looking a little sheepish, and bowed to Green. "I'm terribly sorry. My mind wandered just now. These little things are too lively, and I still can't control them very well. I'm truly sorry for causing you trouble."
Green nodded. Her apology seemed sincere, so he let it go, though he was secretly startled. Setna was only a High Formal Rank Voodoo Witch, yet an extraordinarily terrifying mass of Ancient Voodoo was sealed inside her. She had to stay focused at all times to suppress it; the slightest lapse let it leak out. The two dark-purple threads had extended along her gaze without her realizing it. Fortunately, she had encountered Green. His senses were keen enough to detect them early and react at once. Anyone else would have had Voodoo enter their body. Even if they survived, treating them would be extremely difficult.
Early the next morning, the victorious Cyrabelle had to formally meet the Little King.
To Green's surprise, Cyrabelle specifically asked him to accompany her. He immediately understood it as