Yinan’s hysterical words completely enraged Will. In the North, someone actually dared to blatantly contradict him! Ever since he had become the head of the Will family, he had been the boss of this region. No one challenged him openly! Yinan was the first, and his arrogance had to be crushed.
“Young man… don’t be too arrogant.” Will rubbed his thumb ring, his tone light. “I’m not negotiating with you; I’m informing you. Do you understand what I mean?”
These words ignited the fire in Yinan’s heart. His entire body emitted an eerie black aura, as if a voice deep within his soul was guiding him to vent this rage! Yinan drew his sword and pointed it directly at Will. “Old man, let me tell you — I don’t care how long you’ve been acting like a tyrant here. In this war, I’m the one who calls the shots! Not even God himself can stop me!”
Yinan’s sudden movement caused the atmosphere in the banquet hall to turn extremely tense in an instant.
“Demonic energy…” Will stared at the black mist rising from Yinan, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes. “You have a witch’s protection?”
“That’s right, he’s my man!” Tiffany appeared out of thin air. Her tall figure hugged Yinan tightly from behind as she greedily inhaled his scent.
After a long moment, she finally looked up slightly and stared at Will. “Do you intend to oppose me? Marquis of Isore?”
Tiffany’s appearance caused the atmosphere in the banquet hall to tighten like a drawn bowstring, ready to snap at any moment. Her tall body clung to Yinan, as if she were proclaiming her possession of him to everyone present.
Will stared fixedly at the intimate behavior between Tiffany and Yinan, a trace of wariness flashing in his eyes.
“Tiffany, the Witch of Wrath? I don’t recall inviting you to this banquet…” Will tapped the table, and a group of knights clad in golden armor marched in.
The leader of the knights placed his hand on the hilt of his sword, ready to draw it and fight Tiffany at any second.
Will unhurriedly rubbed his ring. “I heard that not long ago, you fought your nemesis, the Saint of Fortitude — one of the Saints of the Seven Virtues — and were heavily injured. I wonder if you can still withstand my Tulip Knights in your current state?”
Hearing this, Tiffany pulled Yinan even closer into her embrace, a look of contempt flashing across her lips. “You can try. I wouldn’t mind slaughtering every last bit of your old foundation!”
Marquis Will was provoked by Tiffany’s defiance, a flash of anger crossing his face before he quickly regained his composure.
Seeing the smell of gunpowder in the air growing stronger, Nancy spoke up to stop them. “Enough! Tiffany, this is no place for you to act wild. Leave at once!”
“Nancy, if it wasn’t for a bitch like you plotting against me, I wouldn’t be opposing you!” Tiffany snapped as she saw the woman dare to speak. “I came here for you today. I’m going to let you know the consequences of provoking the Witch of Wrath!”
With that, Tiffany kissed Yinan in front of everyone. After a long while, she licked her lips. “Not bad. It seems you’ve accumulated quite a lot of anger recently!”
Yinan immediately entered “sage time.” At this moment, he was incredibly calm, no longer feeling the influence of that rage on his emotions…
Tiffany waved her hand, and Yinan was instantly teleported back to his own castle. Meanwhile, she erupted with a dense red aura and charged toward Nancy. Wherever she passed, arcs of blood splattered. The Tulip Knights who tried to block her for even a moment were killed instantly.
A purple light glowed on Nancy’s body as she engaged Tiffany in battle. “Tiffany, you dare use a Viscount of our Empire as a source of wrath? Do you truly think the Isore Empire has no way to deal with you?”
“So what?” Tiffany’s eyes were filled with a dangerous, blurred look. “Blame that little guy for being too enticing. I really couldn’t help but want to devour him!”
Nancy was both shocked and furious. She knew Tiffany was powerful, and now that the witch was acting so crazily, this battle would be exceptionally difficult. The two of them fought until the sky grew dark at Marquis Will’s manor, while Will himself watched from the side under the protection of the Tulip Knights…
***
Yinan, having been teleported back to the castle, immediately used magic to contact Liliana.
This time, he finally received a response… but that brat, the Witch of Pride, proposed extremely harsh conditions.
After receiving her reply, Yinan originally found it a bit difficult to accept. However, thinking about the frustrations he had suffered recently, he immediately assembled his army to prepare for a final charge. He knew tonight was his last chance; he had to seize back his capital! At the very least, he had to kill that bastard Heroll!
He led his army, crashing through territory after territory. If they didn’t open the gates, he would slaughter the cities…
The nobles no longer dared to provoke this madman. One after another, they opened their gates and surrendered. All the soldiers laid down their equipment, which was transported piece by piece to the Lawson territory.
Finally, he reached Heroll’s territory.
“Heroll, get out here!” Yinan stood in the distance, ensuring he was outside the range of enemy archers, and began to shout. If he were poisoned now, all his efforts would go down the drain.
Heroll stood gloomily on the city wall. He wanted nothing more than to curse his idiotic teammates; this bastard had managed to reach his doorstep without spilling a drop of blood.
“Yinan, don’t get ahead of yourself! As long as I hold this place tonight, you can just wait to die tomorrow.” Heroll knew that once the Witch of Wrath finished her rampage, Marquis Will would start cleaning up Yinan.
Hearing Heroll’s words, Yinan couldn’t help but sneer. “You think that old bastard Will can save you? I’ve stayed in the North for so many years, raised so many people, and spent so much money. I’m no pushover. Who told you I only had the protection of one witch?”
Upon hearing this, Heroll’s heart sank. Did Yinan’s words mean he had another powerful helper besides Tiffany?
“Heh, you can drop the low-level intimidation.” A look of madness flashed on Heroll’s face. “I’ve already prepared ten bottles of poison for you. As long as you dare approach the wall, I’ll gift all of them to your army!”
Yinan looked at Heroll’s arrogant gaze, a flash of anger crossing his mind. Then, remembering the conditions Liliana had set, he could only press his hands together.
Grittering his teeth, he recited a series of humiliating lines: “Respected Lady Pride Witch, the great Liliana, you will forever be the most noble existence in this world. Every time I see you, I can’t help the urge to kneel and let you step on my head. Please respond to your most devout follower. Come out and act as a tyrant upon my head!”
He swore that in the future, he would pay back the humiliation Liliana was giving him a hundredfold!
Just as Yinan finished the humiliating lines, the surrounding air seemed to freeze instantly. The soldiers were all stunned, not knowing what kind of madness their lord was experiencing.
On the city wall, Heroll laughed so hard he bent over, tears nearly streaming down his face. “Viscount Yinan, you don’t actually think that throwing away your dignity will call out a witch, do you? If it were that easy, I could have gathered all the Saints of the Seven Virtues by now!”
However, a distortion in space shocked everyone. A brat with pink hair and golden eyes appeared right above Yinan, her bare feet stepping directly onto the top of his head…
She gently stroked the top of Yinan’s head with her foot, showing the affection one would give a pet. Then, with a casual wave of her hand, the heads of everyone on the wall — including Heroll — were severed from their bodies and sent flying.
“I’m sorry, but I don’t like being looked down upon… so, please die.” She ended the lives of every soldier on the wall with such casual indifference. With a grab at the void, all the bottles of poison flew into her hand.
Afterward, the Witch of Pride disappeared, as if she didn’t want to say another word to the mere ants below…