Chapter 1459: Mad Witch Hat
"Isabelle, the great couturière in the flesh." D walked into the room and saw Isabelle sitting on a chair, sewing a large, white, and golden dress.
Isabelle stopped working and looked back at D, "What do we have here? A witch, a wizard, or all of the above." She put the golden needle she held on the table, stood, pushed her hair out of the way, and smiled.
"Aren’t you that self-birthing witch from Dark Moon? I have to say, you’re one of the weirdest witches I’ve ever seen, and I’ve seen a lot in my life." She took a step forward, her drill-like hair seeming to move on its own as the grin on her face grew wider and wider.
D instinctively took a step back, sensing that she was in the presence of an eldritch monstrosity that deserves to be burned alive. She was somewhat right, as Isabelle was indeed an abomination, a goddess shifted into a harrowing horror by her own mistakes. But, luckily, Isabelle was the only one who could retain her sanity.
D’s butt touched something soft, and she just then realised that Isabelle had disappeared. Nothing stood where the couturière should’ve been, leaving D confused and terrified.
She could feel two tiny cold hands caressing her body, one palm slipped across her stomach while the other wrapped a string around her chest.
D tried to move, but her body refused to obey her, not due to magic, but out of sheer fear. Her powerful protective barriers came undone, stripped from her body by the touch of Isabelle’s sharp nails, pulling on their strings like hooks.
"You’re shivering, cute little girl." Isabelle laughed, "Don’t worry, I might be a monster, but I’m not a snake. Arad would get angry at me if I hurt you." She took a step back, flicked her fingers once, and D could move again, her heart boosted by a strange sense of courage and determination.
"What, did you do to me?" D staggered back, weirded out by her feelings, only to feel something even creepier, a hand cradling her heart, cold and sharp fingernails wiggling inside her chest. She could see Isabelle looking at her with a smile, her hand up; she was the one doing that.
"So? This is a trap?" D growled, pulled her wand for quick spells, and conjured a spear. All of that only took her less than a fraction of a second; she’ll blast Isabelle’s head before she can crush her heart.