Chapter 89: The Dragon’s Secret Consultations – And the Witch Who Found Out
"So, Adrei." The witch narrowed her eyes as she wiggled within her husband’s grasp. "Mind telling me why you were leading me out to the entrance?"
The familiar stone pavements they walked on for the gate of Rouen were now empty streets, with few pedestrians, and... the trembling, runed words from beneath.
Even after fifteen years of being used to being stepped on by random strangers, the vampires and demons’ pride had finally ceased to be under the icy reminders of why they were there in the first place.
"Perhaps, but...if I did not mishear from the Queen." Adrei wryly smiled, her trembling, yes, trembling grasp tightening on her wife’s waist. "Alice did throw a meteor on our coliseum, correct?"
"Mhm."
"And what do you think she threw a meteor for?"
"..."
Ah, right. The Witch’s sweat drooped from her forehead as she glanced away. Wow, that one stall was still diligently selling Alice’s plushy dolls, huh?
...maybe each of those doll’s bubbly eyes was filled with Alice’s monitoring magic?
"So, Demond." Adrei played with the hair lock of the Witch, her trembling finger unmissed by her wife’s fear. "If Alice forcefully came, how should we explain your...resurrection ritual into becoming a witch?"
"...I mean, there’s no way around it. You did kill me once after all, under the order of the Dragon Council." Demond heaved a large, large sigh as she leaned further into Adrei.