'I never thought Auntie's inner fear would be the Night Witch...'
The moment Roxia laid eyes on the Night Witch, a subtle light flickered in her aquamarine eyes, her gaze a mixture of unconcealable surprise and a hint of fear.
She had never seen the Night Witch before, having only heard stories about her deeds from others.
Now, seeing her in person, a visceral fear surged through Roxia.
The Night Witch's terror didn't come from a hideous appearance. Through the swirling black mist, one could faintly make out a face as beautiful as a painting, bearing a striking resemblance to Princess Vivian.
But her beauty held a sinister charm, like that of an Empress who would stop at nothing to poison any woman more beautiful than herself. Her golden eyes, in particular, were utterly chilling.
"Exactly the same..."
