Bab 150: A Farce

"You're back, Your Majesty!" I said to Black Wolf Baker with a smile, "Come and see your Queen. She can sing like a crow!"

"That's enough, Isrena!" Black Wolf Baker scolded me, "Help Lydia break the spell!"

"No way!" I crossed my arms before my chest. "I haven't had enough!"

Lydia opened her mouth, and she would let out a crow's cry every time she spoke. "My dear, my King. Quickly save me!"

Black Wolf Baker looked at Lydia in annoyance and chanted a spell. I knew it was a universal spell that could break most magic restraints.

But he didn't know that this was a spell I had created. Other than me, no one could break my spell. Did he think he could become a wizard just because he read a few pages of a magic book? In his dreams! It took me almost ten years to become the successor of the Moon Goddess in the witch union competition. God knew how much I suffered.

Did Black Wolf Baker think he was strong? He was just a thief!