The witch thought I am a Demon God
Chapter 265 - 180: The Red Robe Hunter【Kristin】and the Ashen Man of the Cemetery (5062)_1

Chapter 265: Chapter 180: The Red Robe Hunter【Kristin】and the Ashen Man of the Cemetery (5062)_1

On the south side of Ambros, in a small town, Pan God and the Old Witch walked in, only to find the place littered with lifeless bodies.

The Old Witch opened the door to a small cabin, instantly a bloodied body fell towards her.

Pan God paused for a moment and said, "It looks like the Baron Alliance has brought the war here as well."

"The people here were probably killed because of it."

"Humph."

The Hearthstone Witch brushed off the traces of blood on her wizard’s robe in disgust. "A few thousand people live in this town, war couldn’t have wiped all of them out. It must have been someone who came after and killed the surviving fortunate ones."

"This seems to be some form of a sacrificial ritual."

Pan God nods, "That’s correct, to make the Iron Thorn Princess reveal herself, a substantial amount of Blood Magic must be offered."

"Those latecomers who murdered were likely wizard apprentices who have come from Kappa Town."

Pan God speaks to the Old Witch, "We need to quicken our pace, otherwise the people from Kappa Town will kill many more mortals along this path. It would be best to find them and kill them before they use Blood Magic to find the Iron Thorn Princess."

"I suspect these are your sentiments as well."

"If Ivita were here, he would agree with my decision too."

Pan God supposed the Hearthstone Witch would think the same, after all, allowing the situation to continue would be detrimental to all except the Wizard Group at Kappa Town.

Unexpectedly, the Hearthstone Witch rejected Pan God’s hypothesis straight away. "No, I want to let them gather Blood Magic."

An incredulous Pan God replied, "I thought you and Ivita were on the same side."

The Hearthstone Witch laughed sharply, "I never said such a thing."

"I want to let them gather Blood Magic. This Blood Magic can be used to summon the Iron Thorn Princess, but I can also use it to my advantage."

Pan God instantly understood the Hearthstone Witch’s intention. She planned to hijack the Blood Magic collected by the cemetery wizards for her own use.

His curiosity piqued even more, Pan God wondered how Ivita managed to keep this unusually cruel and evil witch in check.

The Hearthstone Witch had always appeared innocent whenever she was with Ivita, a sight that was still vivid in Pan God’s memory.

It was as if she’d become a completely different person after being apart from Ivita for a few days.

Is this actually the same docile Old Witch?

Pan God pondered for a moment and realized that despite its chaotic nature the situation was still within his control.

As long as they prevent anyone in the cemetery from summoning the Iron Thorn Princess, the mission would still be a success.

Intending to observe the Hearthstone Witch, he conceded to the Old Witch saying, "Alright, I will follow your plan."

"However, I hope that when Ivita finds out, he doesn’t blame you for this."

The Hearthstone Witch laughed heartily, rampant in her mirth. It was as if the docile person who had always been by Ivita’s side wasn’t her all along. "As long as no one tells him, he would not find out. As long as nobody sees me do evil, it’s as though I’ve not done anything wrong!"

"I have suffered enough during this period."

"The Blood Magic power is something I can collect now to help me advance to a higher level as a witch!"

The Hearthstone Witch spoke to Pan God, "I plan to use the bodies of this village to cultivate the ’Carnivorous Flower’, so we will stay here for half a day."

The Hearthstone Witch, struggling to conceal her elation, flung a bloody seed onto a corpse and began to chant a spell.

Pan God was lost for words.

He would have never believed the Old Witch to be such a person.

He had thought that a witch who could stay by Ivita’s side would certainly be an honest person.

If he had known earlier, he wouldn’t have formed a team with the Old Witch.

Although cunning, he didn’t favor carnage. His actions were only necessary for the sake of civilization and Druidism.

However, the Old Witch’s inherently malicious nature was not to Pan God’s liking.

Pan God stared at the Hearthstone Witch, who was bustling around the bodies and applying Black Magic, and sighed. "It is precisely because the Druids have withdrawn that these wicked witches are running amok on this land."

"Being with these witches, I understand more and more that the Druids must return."

"No matter by what means."

He closed his eyes and entered the Pan God’s sleep, waiting for the Hearthstone Witch’s Black Magic experiment to be finished.

...

Facing two city guards who obstructed him, Ivita played with the Ring of Desire on the little finger of his right hand and pondered. If he used the Charm Spell, he could control one person to let him pass.

But the problem was that not one but two guards stood in his way at the moment, and there were at least a dozen others nearby.

So, to enter the city and reunite with the Ice Witch, whose whereabouts were currently unknown, to prevent the cemetery wizards from summoning Boots Cat, he had no choice but to attend the masquerade ball.

Ivita addressed the guards, "I would like to attend the masquerade ball, am I allowed passage now?"

The guards’ expressions immediately changed from unwelcoming to eager.

"Dear sir, could you please inform us of your name, your lineage and the location of your lands, as well as your age, and surrender to us a copy of your family crest."

Ivita was somewhat hesitant, "Are there many aristocrats visiting this city?"

He didn’t want to end up being the only one at their masquerade ball; that would simply be too awkward!

A guard with a face full of beard responded, "I am Hook, my Lord. Of course there are plenty of nobles visiting here. Because our Princess Madalena is exceptionally benevolent and beautiful, she is just like an untainted sapphire. All nobles will desire to embellish themselves with this gem."