The witch thought I am a Demon God

The Hearthstone Grand Witch sprinkled some seeds of the carnivorous flower around the room. As soon as these magic-infused seeds hit the ground, they rooted and sprouted on the wooden floor, the carpet, and the brick walls. The powerful magic in these seeds dissolved all obstacles hindering them from absorbing nutrients. Even the kilned soil in the bricks and the wool turned to leather on the carpet could provide them with nutrients, allowing them to grow rapidly.

With an incantation from the old witch, the formerly simple and classic lounge was instantly filled with carnivorous flowers, turning it into a lush indoor garden.

For safety, the old witch invoked a spell once more, this spell transformed into black smoke curling on the ceiling.

Ivita asked curiously, "What kind of spell is this?"

The old witch chuckled, "It’s a spell that only the Great Witch can learn. This is a Rust Curse, a spell designed by the witches specifically to deal with iron utensils used by mortals."

"The range of its effect is about the size of a room and cannot be used outdoors."

"Mortals cannot see the black smoke on the ceiling of the room, but when they step into this room with their iron weapons, the weapons in their hands will quickly rust."

"However, only a layer of rust will cover the surface of the iron swords. Once polished slightly, the rust can be removed. But in this way, the weapons in their hands can’t cut through the carnivorous flowers I plant here."

Ivita nodded.

Only the weapons of the Son of Iron can harm her magic plants.

Iron is the nemesis of the Hearthstone Grand Witch, but the Rust Curse can cause all iron to rust.