The Reborn Witch had a nice 'Tea Time' with the Dragon Queen today
Chapter 70: Fallen Martyr Met the Peacekeeper

Chapter 70: Fallen Martyr Met the Peacekeeper

Blood-gel crossed collided roots, the old colliding with new beginnings, yet beginnings were nothing before millennium-old grief as the bloodied cross chewed through the root, each splutter containing a thousand slices within the cross’s edge. Adil trembled as she swung off the roots, her green children now splurted black sap from the marred woods, her lily staff splinted where she gripped it too tightly, hesitating, yet it was a mirage to pretend weakness and cowardice to buy time, as the child sovereign merely observed.

"Come to think of it, I never give my thanks."

A chuckle spurred from the sovereign, as teethed roses sprouted from around her. The rosery petals carassed her cheek, as the sovereign leaned into the touch, like a mother willingly lending her cheek.

"For you to willingly give petals instead of runes for the child’s funeral, you must feel quite a connection to her."

Adil glanced at the thin line of the sovereign’s lips curving, yet no hints of admiration could be found, but just pure silent, quiet, graceful rage, amongst the rosery sea of giggles.

"So, allow me to return the favor by painting your grave with your favourite reds."

Teethed roses then clattered, as Adil gritted a gasp as they sprankled their vines like necks, teeths glimmering like glares for a prey, giggles no longer echoing as if to mirror the master’s wrath before they darted for the Elder, her own magic tested against hers.

Adil groaned as she swung her staffs, leaves-knives flying to meet the teeths, yet roses chewed and swallowed without a trace of sharpness it had, as the roses lunged again with thier lips licking the teeth meet rooted walls, yet they chewed through the branches as well before meeting Adil’s Adil’s <Leave Barrier>.

Shrouded leaves flooded the roses’ petals as they slumped, their eagerness waned under leaves’ fierce protection as Adil swung her staff to push them aside, revealing a vampire who was not even gazing at her, but looking at the fogged sky with interest, before closing her eyes, as if to contemplate, as if to communicate with someone afar.

It’s time to gamble. Adil closed her eyes, the land spoke of stomping steps of a Dragon, and the runes glowed not of malice and sanctity. She knew from the other elders that interrupting the World’s <concept> is near-impossible for a human, but for Rouen, she would burn her roots to fuel the future, let alone tearing through <perception> at the costs of her life. So, in the Druidic language she has not spouted for a long time, she muttered.

<Motherly Trees, Roots for Visions. Guide paths so that Evil may descend to hell.>

The words tasted like her sisters’ laughter, a language meant for growth, not destruction. Her lungs burned not of exhaustion but of fiery resolution, as green leaves unfurled and swirled around her. The sovereign opened her eyes and blinked before chuckling.

"Quite a clumsy attempt to crack open the World, don’t you think?"

The Druid didn’t listen, the lily on her staff wilting as she splurged out blood that was fuelled by mana outrage bursting her bone, limbs and chest, yet no falters, no swayings, no cowering, as the Druid slammed her staff onto the ground.

And so, the World closed its eyes under the foggy sky. A soft, nostalgia glinted from the sovereign’s amused eyes as her vision was colored, distorted, before warping into a...forest. The sovereign narrowed her eyes, the Druid, the wasteland and the foggy sky were all gone, replaced by the lush greenness of treehouses, and a clear sunny sky. Children’s laughter echoed in the background as the wind brushed softly past her cheek. The illusion wasn’t only to be seen, but witnessed by her soul, her merciful soul who sang itself with the blushing leaves and flowers. A slowed feeling occured to her, as if every second experienced in this illusion felt like a boring chore in decades’ times. She flexed her fingers too slow, like moving through honey. The sovereign chortled, this was indeed the Druid Elder’s home, from a little playtrick she despised.

Perhaps...really, she almost wanted to laugh. Has historian only depicted as a foolish vampire ancestor who couldn’t bear to even burn a child to crisp? She used to eat them for breakfast before her foolish mercy.

"You might have been mistaken, so I will end this deception and misunderstanding for you."

She stretched out her hand, the blood-gel crosses, the embodiment of the weeping sky, roared and shivered, as malice pooled out from its centre, the blood sprawling around like blackened roots, rotting and crackling the fervent soils, the coloured petals, the treehouses that contained the children’s laughters.

"As the vampire soveregin, I will only bow before my humility. So you have to understand..."

A gentle smile curled up with none of the motherly love inside, only hollows and chisels within the thin line, as she utters.

"I do not give mercy. But mercy begs for my forgiveness."

Then, the red roots splurted and encircled, trees blackened, the sky coiling into shades, and children’s laughters turn to greives. The Druid’s funny little trick for the ’merciful’ soveregin did no tricks even for her soul that screamed for the sovereign to reconsider...no, it merely suggest to reconsider brutalising the fly that has been bothering her, the bloodlust so clean and pure the Vampire chortled in satisfaction.

And so, the illusory world cracked, as the lone Druid lay in the distance, gasping, her friend’s suggestion to use the enemy’s guilt against them exhausted every ounce of her strength. The sovereign narrowed her eyes as she stepped forward under the foggy sky, the useless trick still marring her mind.

"Interrupting the World’s concept for a mere tickling of my pity...what a boring end."

The Druid’s gasping never halted even as the vampire stopped before her, yet...something felt off. The child sovereign frowned, as now...hours seem like minutes, and minutes seem like seconds. Then that illusionary world...

"Ha." An amazed chuckle came to the soverign for the Druid. "I see. You didn’t merely interrupt my perception, but the real goal behind it is to slow my <Perception of Time>, is it?"

And that means...she was waiting, waiting for someone strong enough to match her. Her heightened vampiric sense tingled, the slicing air that should have belonged to her was intruded by steams and flares, a walking embodiment of flames was gliding through the slices like a Queen’s clatters.

The sovereign grinned as she turned around, the cross stretched as a shield to block a flaming claw. Draconic eyes met the vampiric dreads, as the sovereign’s expression was colored a calm excitement with raised brows of interest.

"Greetings, Honourless Peacekeeper of this era."

Adrei gritted her teeth as she sighed flames, scales perking and sharpening, as she seethed.

"Greetings, Foolish Matyr of the Bygone Vampires."

The air ignited where her claws grazed the blood cross, the embodiment of cracks melted, remolded, then melted again with a tranquil balance between fiery claws and bloodied crosses.

The Last Battle for Rouen’s fate finally commences.

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10 minutes ago...

"What do you mean I-urgh I will... die?"

In the fountain full of groanings and slicing airs, the emerald greens stared calmly at the panicky violets from Selene, who was far from understanding her situation. The citizens around still curled and groaned, children still cried bloods and parents huddled their families together for warmth amongst the endless pain. She has to act fast, incquire fast, resolve the issue fast.

"As you may recall, the runes were made from vampires and demons’ ashes and bonemares." Coriel’s smile remains unchanged as she explained taboo like a Tuesday’s tea time. "So, what happens if you activate the runes made from vampires’ materials, against the vampire that was their one and only ancestor, albeit a betrayer?"

"Y-you don’t mean..."

Coriel narrowed her eyes, how troubling, she means to slowly relay this information, but it seems the subject’s mind was calm enough to comprehend. It would surely impede what she will do.

"I do mean it. The runes will fail." Coriel nodded, her smiley eyes a contrast to the confused, jealous glares from the suffering crowds, for the beauty unharmed by the disaster.

"...is it some sort of-gck, like the vampires’ wills won’t allow one of theirs to be hurt or something?" Selene clutched her scroll, the shock of the seal not working dent her resolve, but the urgency for rescuing those in pain needed her to slip her way out.

"Indeed. Unless..."

"...unless?"

The bait works correctly, the scientist’s smile grew a little wider as she pocketed out a vial. It is from Adil’s past basement experiment, one that she has temporarily refined through her own Dragon Magic, as it pulsed a grey-green instead of inky green.

"Drink this, and you will force the seal awaken." The serpent’s gaze casted down on her prey, eager to see another result expected, another expectation shattered.

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