Chapter 190: The Witch's Suppression... and Resistance
The atmosphere became quiet and ambiguous.
Celia approached slowly with a sly smile, her long silver hair falling like a waterfall beside Ansu's cheeks.
Finally, she looked down from above, scrutinizing Ansu as he lay nestled in the sofa.
Seeing the witch draped over him, Ansu blinked innocently, though the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl upward. "Check? What are you going to check?"
"Of course, it's..." Celia giggled, and ripples of mana suddenly surged around the sofa as an invisible gravity field abruptly pressed down.
"To check your magic level!"
Ansu felt his whole body stiffen, as if he were firmly imprisoned in the soft sofa, unable to move a muscle.
Why was it this trick again...
He was speechless in his heart; although Celia didn't play hypnosis and brainwashing games with him much anymore...