Chapter 29: Witch city

Witch City

The huge gates of Witch City opened with a loud creak.

For a moment, everyone fell silent when they saw a thick white fog at the entrance. Then a group of people stepped out from the fog, through the gates.

At the centre was a man with long white hair. He wore a long black royal gown decorated with silver patterns. His clothes moved gently with every step, but his face remained cold and unreadable as his hands were held behind his back.

On his left side walked five people dressed in black. They were high members of the werewolf council. On his right side walked another five people also in black. Together they formed a strong and scary group.

Behind them, the Queen Witch walked with her head down. Heavy chains wrapped around her wrists and ankles. Guards kept close to her. She felt deep shame. This was her own kingdom, yet she was being dragged like a prisoner. Many witches stood along the streets and stared at her in confusion and shock.

One stubborn young witch suddenly stepped in front of the group and blocked their path.

Caius raised one eyebrow.

The witch looked nervous, but he still stood his ground. "This violates the rules of the Immortal Council!" he shouted. "This is not your territory to attack! And treating our Queen like this—"

His voice suddenly disappeared. His hands flew to his throat. His eyes widened. His body froze, controlled by faint blue energy around his neck.

Caius lazily nodded his head "Hmmm, got a point." His golden eyes moved toward Rita."Don’t be impatient."

Rita, who was standing beside Alexander, sneered. Her eyes were glowing bright blue. Blue energy surrounded both her fists.

The watching witches stared in horror and began whispering to one another. They recognised that energy.

A witch with Light Energy.

It had been centuries since they had seen one.

And this wasn’t ordinary light energy. The blue light around Rita was so bright that it almost hurt their eyes. Her aura was also terrifying. Even the older witches could feel her power from where they stood.

"Is that... Light Energy?"

"Impossible!"

"I thought the Light Witches were extinct!"

"The history books said they died while sealing the Wolf King!"

"Then who is she?"

"Why is she even with the werewolves?"

"And why is she wearing the cape of a royal commander?"

The whispers spread quickly through the city. History books said all the Light witches had died while sealing the Wolf King long ago. Yet here stood Rita, strong and glowing with powerful blue power. Even more shocking, she wore the black cape of a werewolf leader and walked freely among them.

Alexander patted Rita’s shoulder and chuckled. "Don’t hurt your own people. He’s just curious."

Rita blinked, then used her power to pull the frozen man toward her by force. His eyes went wide with fear. She looked at him with cold anger.

"I can do whatever I want with all witches," she said sharply. "Especially the dark witches. Your kind owes our ancestors after all."

She shoved him hard. His body flew through the air and crashed through a nearby window into a house. The group continued walking as if nothing had happened.

Caius had a small, amused smirk on his face. More and more witches started following them from a safe distance. Their eyes were full of curiosity and fear.

The Queen Witch frowned as she watched Rita’s power. Not only was Rita a Light witch, but she was also a royal elemental witch. That combination was extremely rare and powerful, especially for someone so young. Where had this girl been hiding all these years?

The last blue elemental queen had died together with the other Light witches who cursed Caius. There had been four Light elemental queens and one Dark queen — the current queen’s own mother. Suddenly a terrible thought entered her mind. What if the blue queen had tricked her mother? What if the other Light queens had also secretly given birth to children like Rita?

The realisation was almost too much for her to bear.

They finally reached the front gate of the witches’ headquarters. The whole group of dark witches stood on the upper levels, looking down with cold faces. The two main guards stood in front of the closed doors and stared blankly at the visitors. They refused to open the gate.

One of the witch commanders called out loudly, "Don’t bother. They will not open the doors unless we give the order."

The Queen Witch lifted her head tiredly. "Let them in," she said.

The guards did not move even an inch.

Azula stepped forward. She had heard that these two guards were the strongest protectors of the queen’s gate. When they continued to ignore the group, her eyes turned gold. She slowly pulled out her long black sword.

She held the sword with both hands and raised it vertically in front of her face. The flat side of the blade covered her eyes completely.

Her body settled into a perfect, balanced fighting stance — feet firm, shoulders relaxed, sword steady. It was a skilled position that made it impossible for anyone to see her gaze.

The two guards gritted their teeth in frustration.

"Damn it! Who taught her this trick?!" one of them muttered. No matter what incantation they tried, their magic could not lock onto her eyes.

The elders watching from above frowned in surprise and began exchanging looks.

"Who taught her that?" one of them whispered.

Stephen, one of the high-ranking wizards, narrowed his eyes. His gaze moved to Rita, who was staring straight at him with a small smirk. Then he looked at Caius. The white-haired king still stood with his hands behind his back, completely calm, simply watching the two guards.

Stephen’s face suddenly changed.

Caius was never this patient. He would never wait quietly outside a gate for so long.

"We’ve been tricked!!!" Stephen suddenly yelled.