ushernet Chapter 82.2
Chapter 82.2
The first to react to Isabelle’s cold command of “Attack” were not the knights but the dark sorcerers.
To be precise, they moved just before Isabelle uttered the word.
[Curse of Corrosion!]
[Chains of Agony!]
Without needing to cast, they activated their magic with incantations alone.
Vwooom!
The dark sorcerers wielded an array of magical tools—staffs, orbs, and talismans—each glowing with intricate runes and sinister magic circles. It seemed they had prepared these spells in advance through memorization.
Zap! Crackle! Zing!
Deadly black magic attacks shot toward the encircled knights, each one potent enough to pose a severe threat even to high-ranking knights.
But—
“??”
“?!”
The magic attacks dissipated just before reaching the knights.
Pop!
Pwoosh!
The spells collided with an invisible barrier and exploded harmlessly without inflicting any damage.
Shing—
Swoosh!
Thud!
Before the dark sorcerers could comprehend what had happened, the knights counterattacked, overwhelming them in an instant.
In less than a second, all the dark sorcerers in the room, except for Isaac and Haran, were decapitated.
It had taken less than three seconds from Isabelle’s command for the outcome to be decided.
Sching, sching, sching.
The knights drew their swords, pointing them at the remaining intruders.
The magic stones embedded in their pauldrons glowed faintly.
“Are those magical artifacts crafted by Arad?”
Isaac glared forward, his glowing green eyes fixated on the embedded stones, using Haran’s corpse as a shield. His gaze lingered on Sun’s large kite shield, where the magic stone embedded in it had dimmed completely.
“An artifact capable of blocking a 5th Circle attack spell... it’s akin to something from the Golden Age of Magic.”
None of those present bothered to answer Isaac’s question.
Zap!
“Where is the Northern Grand Duchess hiding?” Isaac pressed, discarding his mocking tone.
“Do you think I’d tell you?”
“She’s not here in the palace, is she? She hasn’t appeared even with victory in your grasp.”
Ignoring Isabelle’s reaction, Isaac continued, “As I thought... she’s at the Arad Factory.”
“Sir Balzac! Kill him!” Isabelle’s voice rang out sharply.
Shhhk!
Balzac’s cold blade pierced through Haran’s chest and into Isaac’s heart.
Thud. Thump.
Jingle... Jingle... Jingle...
Isaac and Haran’s bodies collapsed simultaneously, like puppets whose strings had been cut.
“Is it over?” Sun murmured to himself.
“For now.” Balzac, wiping his sword clean, gave a terse reply.
Haran’s corpse, now lifeless, could simply be cremated. As for Isaac’s chimera body, Balzac contemplated giving it to Arad, but decided against it due to the risk of curses. Both bodies would be incinerated.
“Ugh...! Guh...!”
At that moment, Isabelle began to convulse, her body trembling violently.
Balzac and Sun quickly moved to support her.
“Don’t mind me! Quickly, to the factory!” Isabelle gasped out, forcing herself to speak.
“I’ll go to the factory,” Balzac said firmly. “Sun, you stay here. Take care of the Spring Grand Witch.”
“No, both of you should go!” Isabelle used her remaining strength to shout.
“Don’t worry, Spring Grand Witch. We visited the factory earlier—it’s currently the safest place in the North,” Balzac reassured her.
“Exactly, Spring Grand Witch. Please rest and tend to your condition,” Sun added, backing up Balzac.
“...If it’s Arad...” Isabelle muttered, finally allowing her tense expression to soften.
“Haa... Haa... Then... take me to my mentor’s remains...” Isabelle wheezed, requesting weakly to be brought to her master’s resting place.
“Is there a way?” Sun asked, supporting her frail body.
Isabelle did not answer. Instead, she silently embraced her mentor’s remains and closed her eyes.
A heavy silence filled the room.
“I’ll head to the factory. Knights, follow me,” Balzac said, breaking the silence.
Balzac and Sun exchanged bittersweet glances as they respectfully bowed to the two legendary witches.
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