Bab 170: Illyas Islands

"Are you a werewolf or a witch?" The man had a thick red beard and a determined look in his eyes.

"Witch!" I decided to speak the truth. When I was teleported to this cold island, I immediately felt like I was surrounded by ice and goosebumps crept all over my body.

"Jason! What had happened?" Another man walked over with a bow and arrow on his back. He looked at me for a few seconds and his face froze.

"There's an intruder, a witch!" The red-bearded man drew a scimitar from his waist, but his companion immediately stopped him.

"Jason, no!"

"We don't welcome strangers, and witches are no different!" The man named Jason said to me, "If you don't leave, this scimitar will be stained with your blood. You don't want that to happen, right?"

"I'm the witch Isrena and I need to go to Crystal Pack. Please let me pass." I begged them. "It would be even better if you could prepare a small boat for me!"