The Reborn Witch had a nice 'Tea Time' with the Dragon Queen today
Chapter 95: My Dragon Queen Proposed in a Frozen Apocalypse?!

Chapter 95: My Dragon Queen Proposed in a Frozen Apocalypse?!

And so, after trudging through Town Conspiracy, Vampire Threats, and Alice’s Special Nuking Course, the Dragon and the Witch once again set out for another journey.

A little further from the town, frosted and scaled feet tap in-sync as they moved hand-in-hand across the frosted grass pavements, which the Witch remarked as wondrous at how wide her daughter’s ’aoe’ extended.

Gliding themselves across glittering greens, the Dragon chuckled along the way as her draconic eyes darted left and right, as if contemplating, timing, musing.

The Witch scowled at her husband’s strange quietness; her lack of teasing sparked an unease she didn’t know she had.

Before the Witch poked her scaled cheek about it, the glittering grasses coagulated into shimmering bushes and floating leaves, and Demond blinked as the sun was covered by thick icy lushes and barks.

They have arrived in the forest, or specifically, a frozen forest, by the wonders of Alice.

Gotta say that the brat does have some aesthetic sense. The witch admired the stilled greeneries that they alone could now witness, and the amassed, glowy ices that coated the forest in an enthereal shrouds and glories.

"Oddly...romantic, isn’t it?" Adrei chuckled as her claw scratched the glowing bark, no chip was flayed off as if to preserve the majesty of the arrogant magician.

"It is." The Witch’s fingers slid over the stilled leaves. "Indeed, it is."

The awe, respect, and admiration for the same person enveloped them in a comfortable silence. One for admiring her ally’s usual reckless beauty, one for acknowledging her daughter’s growth in a span of a few years, culminating in this eternal, enchanted kingdom.

Well, Adil would never appreciate it the same way they do though. The Witch sneezed in her heart, belying her throbbing heart that matched her husband’s steady steps.

As their eyes were drawn in further and further, the Witch’s steps stopped upon witnessing something, then frowning a little.

Adrei blinked as she clasped her wife’s hand. "What’s wrong?"

The witch glanced over to Adrei’s amber eyes before sighing as she pointed forward, to which her husband’s eyes followed. There sat a frozen pond, a smooth surface with no ripples or purls, just a pure, smooth ice pool.

And...a weird smell lingered from the clearing at the front, as if someone had sprayed a vampire’s cocoon over the frozen soil.

"Seems like mana residues of someone who used to be here." The Witch sighed as she approached the empty clearing before kneeling in the middle, her fingernail tapping the iced ground.

"Hm...I recognise my daughter’s mana, so it would seem strange that a vampire and...a dragon elder’s? Yes, a dragon elder’s mana was also somehow mixed in as well." A furrow curled on the Witch’s face as she groaned.

"Seems like they have left for a long time. Likely... no, it is Coriel." Adrei patted the Witch’s back. "It smelled like the cocoon La Llorona resurrected from. Not sure what happened, but..."

"But it seems it is our favourite merchant in the town has found herself back again, huh?" The witch sighed as she stood, her eyes glancing deep into the forest. "It would be too late if we gave chase now. I mean, you can fly off yourself to give chase if you want to."

"No, I am certain Coriel would have more ways than one to hide from me by then." Aware of how intense a flared mana from a Dragon Queen would heat even the air, Adrei shook her head. "It is extremely easy for her to detect me, so no. I’m afraid I cannot give chase."

"Hm. But I can." The Witch smirked as her finger weaved in the air, cracks spawned, and iced birds emerged before spreading their wings and flying deeper into the frozen abysses. "These should be more than enough to keep them in company."

"You can recognise their manas now?"

"Both of theirs. Presuming Manasseh may or may not leave behind Alice’s mana after her resurrection, I at least have Coriel’s <color> memorized." The witch tapped her head with a grin. "They would find them no time, undetected as always."

Adrei then blinked again, her draconic eyes frowning as if in realisation before sighing. "Right. Sorry, I have asked an unnecessary question."

The Witch blinked her eyes along with Adrei before scowling. "Huh...what’s with your sudden downness again? This is not like you at all!"

Adrei merely smiled, her amber eyes, filled with affection and dedication for the witch, was now etched in a tinge of doubt, as she dragged her feet the frozen soil, towards the frozen pond.

The Witch’s steps hesitated before following the Dragon’s somber steps, each one seeming heavier than the last. The silence between them gusted not of discomfort, but of...a weird resolve the witch couldn’t quite put it, from the anchored shoulders of her husband.

"Demond. It has only been about 3 days and a half days, and much more than what we could have imagined has happened."

The Dragon’s light step tapped the frozen pond, her tender gaze swept over her wife as the witch tilted her head.

"Well, yeah. Not as much as we fought in the Dragonsong War, but...mm. A lot has happened."

"...the war, is it?" The dragon chortled out her regrets, sorrow, but finally, a relief, as she turned her front to her wife, her love, her savior.

"Demond. I, as the Dragon Queen, knew full well how clingy and clumsy I am as a partner."

The Witch hoisted her shoulder as she chuckled. "Well, yeah. I would never deny that."

"But I’m also firm, adamant about my decisions, Demond."

Each syllable carried a care that crossed generations, each step she took as she walked to her wife, on the surface of the frozen pond, a gratitude that crossed centuries of bloodshed and tears they have shed, wept and given for.

And when the enemies of old, now turned lovers of an untold story faced each other, the witch hitched her breath as she clunged her chest, her eyes darting anywhere for it is the Dragon’s shade instead of her arms that enveloped her.

"...just be straight about it." The Witch quelled her trembling gaze as she glanced up to meet her husband’s. And now, through the curtains were their eyelids, their souls were truly bound as one, their existence now finally united across a sliver of a lip’s distance.

"I just want to confess, Demond." The Dragon leaned down, the silver now turned into a thread, for with a mere stretch, the witch’s lips would be fused with hers as well.

"Demond...I truly, truly do not regret loving you, my savior."

The breath itched, the witch’s throat stitched, and her chest knitted, for the expected, unexpected cheesiness that she prepared herself to endure a long, long time ago...

The frozen leaves around the pool cackled, and below the Dragon’s feet, it sparkled a warmth, a passion, a beginning. The Witch’s bare feet glittered ice, as it too met the Dragon’s heated foot.

Hot melded with cold, passion coiled with acceptance, and gratitudes...acknowledged with respect and...well, love. A chuckle escaped from the Witch’s lips, as the ice around them, one sung by bards as eternal, unmoving stillness started to melt.

Glitters of ice ashes were set afloat around them, the gusts of snowflakes swirled like a celebration of trance and equality, the witch sneered, before embracing her husband as Adrei shuddered, before returning her embrace with hands on her waist.

Then, with a weave of the Witch’s finger, those little ashes sprayed, molded, then spawned into iced birds, as they were freed from the gusts into the sky.

The scenery of them as they were surrounded by iced livings, surrounded by liberations of ice, surrounded by ethereal kingdom’s gazes...it all felt surreal, it all felt...right.

"Adrei." The Witch whispered. "It should start with a kneel."

The Dragon trembled before laughing out loud.

Then, she obliged as she let go of her smiling wife. Even as the frozen pond around them began to thaw into ice birds, her knees bent to meet the witch’s eyes with sincerity, with softness, with all that she could give and ever more.

"May you accept my proposal to marry you, Demond?"

And there, she settled it. Countless years of Dragonsong War, and only 3 days of bonding and journey...it all led to this moment, one that Demond found so bizarre she almost laughed.

Yet she couldn’t. She didn’t want to. Perhaps...just maybe, maybe Alice’s ice also froze back her scarred heart, for she couldn’t help...yeah...

...she couldn’t help but love her, adore her, admire...her, and....feel proud that it would only be her that she will ever feel this way.

"I accept, Adrei." The Witch, blinking away her unshed tears, mocking inside for her sentimentality, as she nodded again. "Forever and ever, I shall be your wife as Demond the Witch."

In an instant, the iced surface finally cracked, as Adrei hugged and crashed her lips onto her wife’s, their mutual acceptance as adamant as the heated tongues dancing with each other.

Even as they sank into the icy waters, their devotion shall last as eternal as Alice’s frost.

Forever and more. For as fervent as a winter’s blizzard, for as vehement as a summer’s scourge.