Mystery: Good Witch

Chapter 1013 There are eight more people as weak as me
Don't know...

Angel didn't quite believe it in his heart. After all, the other party was one of the high-ranking members of the Witch Cult and had been operating in Trier for so many years. The Soran family was the former royal family that Trier and even the entire Intis could not get around. They were also an angel family that once mastered the Hunter Path Sequence 1.

If the "Original Witch" coveted the adjacent roads, the first person she would think of must be the already declining Sauron family, rather than Augustus, who was still the ruler of the Kingdom of Loen. Only when it was clear that there was no hope on Sauron's side, or that the difficulty was too great, would she consider making a deal with George Augustus III, helping with human trafficking and creating heavy smog to cover up evidence, in exchange for the "Conqueror" attribute in his hand.

But Angel did a quick divination without any concealment, and the conclusion was that the "Black Witch" Clarisse really didn't know the whereabouts of Fomonda Soren.

It can't be that my divination was interfered with. Sequence 2 divination of Sequence 3 will be interfered with. The only possibility is that a higher-level power is protecting her... Angel decided to go back to Klein and ask him, a genuine fortune teller, to confirm it. Then he nodded, changed the subject, and continued to ask:

"Who do you answer to in the Witch Cult? Who are the other high-ranking officials?"

She wants to use this to determine who is providing shelter to Clarice!

Clarisse answered honestly:

"I report directly to the Grandmother, as do the other high-ranking members of the sect. Including the Grandmother and myself, there are a total of thirteen high-ranking witches. They are angels or Sequence 3 'immortal' witches, all of whom are codenamed with various colors."

"Grandmother?" Angel repeated this strange name, and then asked as if to confirm, "Are you referring to the leader of the witch sect, 'Gray Witch' Judith?"

This was the information she got from the "weird wizard" Sophia, who guarded the "Fountain of Youth" and used its characteristics to survive the 300-year promotion ceremony.

"Yes, He is the original Son of God, but we usually call Him the 'Gray Saint'." "Black Witch" Clarisse nodded.

"The descendant of the original witch? But didn't he die in the Four Emperors' War? He also left behind the 'Night Pillar of Crismonna'."

Angel asked, frowning.

She remembered that Mr. Fool had mentioned this matter before, and pointed out that the "disaster" witch who died in the most violent war between gods in the Fourth Epoch was the daughter of Chike and the "Blood Emperor" Tudor Alistair.

"Chrismena is also the original Son of God. She and the old grandmother are twins, but the former inherited part of the divinity at birth, so she is a natural 'female witch', while the old grandmother was only Sequence 9 when she was born, and became a witch later."

So Judith was originally a male, but because he was a natural "assassin", he had to continue on this path... Angel felt emotional after listening to this, and he suspected that the witch sect hated female witches and required that new recruits be selected from male "assassins" because of some personal preference factors.

Beside the two, Sylvia, who had been ignored, opened her eyes wide with curiosity, as if it was the first time she heard the secrets of these sect leaders.

After digesting this "big news", Angel continued to ask:
"What about other high-level information coded by color? Their names, jurisdictions, and relationships."

This question, which obviously required the "Black Witch" to betray her companions, made her hesitate a little, but she compromised under Angel's cold gaze and the constant warning of danger from her inspiration, and lowered her head to answer:
"Each of us witches, who are named by colors, is responsible for different matters. We have no affiliation with each other, and almost no horizontal communication. We only follow the old grandmother and the original oracle we occasionally receive as the guidelines for our actions...

"Except for 'Gray', the remaining three 'Disaster' witches are the Blue Witch, the Yellow Witch, and the Purple Witch;
“The other nine ‘ageless’ witches, besides me and Katarina, who you know, are Gold, Silver, Scarlet, Blue, Green, Brown, and Orange;

"They are responsible for..."

Sitting in a rocking armchair, Angel listened quietly to Clarice's narration, tried to divine the accuracy of the information, and unsurprisingly got the answer "no problem".

It should have been interfered by the anti-divination measures, and Clarisse's answers were probably pre-prepared, half-true, half-false misleading information. She herself didn't even know that it was false information. Otherwise, if the Orthodox Church caught a high-ranking member of a witch sect, they could follow the clues and catch all the witches... Angel didn't quite trust this in his heart, but his expression showed a relaxed state as if his goal had been achieved.

She seemed to remember something by accident and asked casually:

"What are you responsible for in Trier? Including those 'people in the mirror' who are secretly replacing their original bodies?" Clarisse had been relaxed, but her expression froze for a moment after hearing this. After a moment, she replied:
"That's right, but the progress is not fast. The last time you mobilized the Eternal Blazing Sun and the Steam Church to eliminate a group of 'Mirror People', the results were more fruitful than what I have achieved in many years."

Is this considered a compliment? What a pity... Angel chuckled and stood up from the armchair that was almost sticking to her body and making her reluctant to leave.

This action made Clarisse's expression suddenly tense, and her body moved, as if she wanted to retreat, or as if she wanted to get into the world in the mirror.

But Angel just looked at Sevilla and said in a teasing tone:

"As expected, you know how to enjoy life better. Even now, I haven't hired a maid to serve me tea and snacks."

As if she was thinking of the day when she first met Angel, Sylvia showed an awkward but polite smile on her face. Just as she was about to say something, Angel continued:
"I will abide by the agreement and spare your life, but..."

but?

The words that Sylvia was about to say were stuck in her throat, and her expression froze for a moment.

The next moment, "Black Witch" Clarisse and "Golden Queen" Angelica disappeared from her sight at the same time. The full-length mirror on the wall, the dressing mirror on the dressing table, and the glass that shone through the sunlight all lost their luster and became dark and deep, with ripples surging on the surface from time to time, like a water surface disturbed by external forces.

And a destructive aura that almost suffocated her was emanating from all the mirrors.

Snapped--

A decorative mirror suddenly turned gray from the inside out, with a mottled and pitted surface, as if it were a newly unearthed stone. The walls and ground near it were also stained with the same color, and were gradually spreading outwards.

Sylvia's eyelids jumped, and she looked at other mirrors and glasses, and found that they all had similar problems to a greater or lesser extent.

She had seen her mother use this "petrification" ability before. It was a range attack that could kill all living things and turn them into lifeless stone!

Without hesitation, she took out the magic mirror that she kept close to her body, even when she was wearing a nightgown, and threw it far away into the corner of the room.

Almost at the same time, the surface of the magic mirror lost its luster, turning itself and the entire carpet into gray stone.

If I hadn't thrown it away just now, I would be the one petrified... Sylvia's expression was almost as pale as the stone. She looked around and found that the spread of the "petrification" power had stopped, and the breath of destruction had dissipated at some point, as if everything before was just an illusion.

Is their battle over?
Sylvia clenched her fists, and veins bulged under the fair and translucent skin of her forearms, but after a moment she sighed resignedly and relaxed her whole body.

The next second, a slender figure quickly appeared in front of her.

That was not the mother she was familiar with, who always felt that she was not ambitious, but would compromise with the enemy for her life.

The "Golden Queen" Angelica was calm and composed, as if she had just entered the "mirror world" for a warm-up exercise.

In less than thirty seconds, she, no, He, defeated the opponent in the mirror world familiar to Clarisse, the "local" witch.

PS: I'm a bit stuck, so there's a little bit missing_(:з」∠)_
(End of this chapter)