Rowena was also a member of the organization that she looked upon favorably.
Although not as gifted and talented as Lindong, she had almost no bad habits, always diligently completing every task assigned by the organization.
Nightmare’s expression relaxed quite a bit.
Palansi had mentioned earlier that Rowena would be present today, which was a rare opportunity for her.
As long as Rowena initiates an attack, everything will get better!
It wasn’t long before Palansi returned with good news.
The royal family agreed to the Nightmare Witch’s request, though there was an unusual atmosphere in this, she couldn’t care less, let alone the mere decaying empire’s royal family. With Henry VI having passed away, the three heirs were still young, and as she knew, the empire was now ruled by Queen Margaret in place of the king. These mortals’ wisdom was not even one ten-thousandth of hers!
Even if things progressed towards the worst direction, an inevitable war, once she cracked the enchantment spell on Lindong and with Rowena’s assistance, they would have two Saints and a battle-hardened Great Mage on their side, and mere Round Table Knight Palansi couldn’t stop them. Original content can be found at novel_fіre.net
The advantage was hers.
Following the electric wheelchair, Nightmare Witch joined the royal banquet for the first time in her long life. The guests arrived at the banquet hall one after another, all dressed in formal attire, with formulaic, fake smiles on their faces.
Hypocritical politicians.
After hundreds of years, the empire’s nobility still continued their "masquerade balls."
Then, let her, the Nightmare Witch, personally tear it away—
The declaration in her heart came to an abrupt halt because, in the crowd, Nightmare saw a familiar person. She stood still, staring at the figure in the identical electric wheelchair for a long time before confirming her identity.
Rowena’s change was so significant that she almost couldn’t recognize her at first.
Why would Rowena, known for being frugal, wear an expensive evening gown and adorn herself with many obviously valuable jewelry?
What troubled Nightmare even more was seeing Rowena greet Lindong and that young man from afar, the three of them talking and laughing, as if they had known each other for a long time.
Have you been ensnared too, Rowena!
Nightmare’s hand trembled slightly, she rubbed her eyes, hoping it was a hallucination, but the scene in her view remained unchanged, the three of them happily entered the banquet hall, disappearing into the warm-toned light and shadow, as if she was the extra one.
Nightmare Witch’s eyes filled with blood, the term suddenly popping into her mind.
This was a matter from the time of Henry III; at that time, the empire was amidst foreign wars, and Pope Turzan initiated a series of religious reforms at the royal family’s behest, infringing upon many old nobles’ interests. Some nobles held troops independently, refusing to obey the royal dispatch, so one night, Henry III, under the guise of "easing internal conflicts," assembled the leaders of these families.
The old nobles were overjoyed, thinking the royal family couldn’t withstand the war’s consumption and had to compromise with them, but what awaited them was a massacre.
The United Life Church and Neseriel Holy Hall Knights, under the pretense of treason, executed the old nobles at the banquet.
That bloody night was later referred to by people as the Blood-red Banquet.
Different time, same place.
If Rowena was also deceived by the enchantment spell, it meant she could only rely on herself.
Nightmare laughed angrily, which was the witch’s signature fervor; this banquet was destined to be dyed red with blood—this was the price for making a move against Nightmare!
She readjusted her stance, walking into the banquet hall with shoulders held high and chest out under the curious gaze of some politicians.
She was, after all, the Nightmare Witch, a byword for fear in an era!
Nightmare first saw the young man and Lindong in the corner. Even though enchanted, Lindong’s dislike for socializing seemed unchanged, holding a goblet, the wine inside clear and bright, she appeared slightly tipsy, the look in her eyes towards the young man seemed almost dripping with water.
Alarm bells immediately rang in Nightmare’s heart.
She didn’t know if it was coincidence, maybe it was fate... No, it should be the great almighty Heavenly Father blessing her to witness this scene!
With her seasoned experience, after this court banquet, the young man would use Lindong’s drunkenness to bring her back to his residence, crossing that final step.
Thankfully, she caught up!
Nightmare’s eyes were ice-cold; from her understanding of the empire’s nobility, this wine probably contained magic potion; otherwise, even if Lindong didn’t usually drink, she was genuinely a Saint, protected by Magic Power. How could she get drunk with just a few sips?
Or another magic potion with similar functions?
Nightmare assessed everything she saw in her mind, roughly deducing the young man’s identity.
A Great Mage, skilled in alchemy.
No wonder he dared to make a move on Lindong Witch; that courage was commendable, but only just.
Nightmare walked towards a square table covered in a white tablecloth, picked up a goblet, and poured herself a drink. This time, she didn’t hide her Magic Power, and walked straight toward the two, curious about the reaction of such a brazen rogue upon seeing her?
The shadows underfoot spread like a tide towards the corner where the two were standing, with the light underfoot forming an isolated island.