Chapter 534 (1/2)
Chapter 534: The Value of Witches
Translator: TransN Editor: TransN
“What’re you doing?!”
“Let her go!”
Hearing so many complaints, Iffy twitched her lips and raised her right hand. The cage was gone and Maggie fell onto the ground.
“Damn you!” A fast-flying golden figure lunged at Iffy. It was Lightning!
However, just as she raised her fist, the magic cage locked her inside. It was impossible for her to touch Iffy even though she was only an arm’s length away.
“Get out of here. This is none of your business!”
Iffy angrily tossed the cage away, sending it tumbling over and over on the ground. Lightning bumped inside the cage until it rolled out of the area that Iffy could affect.
She wiped the dirt off her face and was about to bound towards Iffy again, when she saw Roland walking toward her, hand raised.
WHACK!
The sharp slap left everyone stunned, especially Iffy.
She did not bother to cover her red cheek, staring at Roland in disbelief. After a while, she slowly lowered herself on one knee and said, “Pardon me for my lack of manners, Your Majesty.”
Roland was also surprised by himself. He had been reluctant to slap a girl, but seeing Maggie fall onto the ground, he had burst into anger and stepped forward uncontrollably as if witnessing his own daughter being bullied by some mean, naughty kid.
“Why did you do that?” He shouted at Iffy.
“Your Majesty, her potential will explode during a crisis, giving her much greater strength. I just want you to have accurate test results.” Iffy said in a cold voice as if it was simply something trivial. “It seems that even an evolved non-combat witch still can’t compete with a combat witch.”
Roland was speechless in shock. What made Iffy think that it was reasonable to hurt her own kind just to get the test results? What kind of environment had she lived in?
He then turned and looked toward Wendy carrying the white-haired girl in her arms. “How’s she doing?” he asked.
“She’s alright. She’s not heavily injured, except for some reddening welts and swelling,” Wendy answered. She rolled up Maggie’s sleeve with a frown, revealing red bruises on her white arm from the magic cage.
“Coo.” Maggie buried her head into Wendy’s arms, sounding rather grieved.
“Relax, Your Majesty,” Iffy said plainly, “I’m always aware of how much power I use. Those areas of redness will recover within two days…”
“Apologize to her!” Roland angrily interrupted.
Iffy opened her mouth in surprise and blushed with embarrassment. “I’m sorry, Your Majesty”
“No, not me. Apologize to Maggie.”
She bit her lip and lowered her head, without saying a word. Looking at Iffy who was insisting on not apologizing to Maggie, Roland felt so annoyed he wanted to laugh.
It looked like the situation on Sleeping Island was worse than he had imagined. If the Bloodfang Association witches dared to behave like this in the territory of a Lord, they must be even more arrogant on Sleeping Island.
Roland now found himself in an awkward situation. He could neither change Iffy’s attitude towards non-combat witches, nor send her back to Sleeping Island. He believed that no matter how hard he punished Iffy, she would never see anything wrong with her own deeds and attitude. If he simply punished her and asked her to go back, he would lose Tilly’s trust because he would fail to solve the problem for Sleeping Island. He had promised Tilly that she could always count on him with any problem.
He would have to break her pride of her power, in order for her to realize her fault.
“You think you’re more powerful than the non-combat witches, so you can despise them?” Roland asked in a cold, hard voice. “You’re not that strong.”
Hearing this, Iffy promptly looked up at him defiantly.
“You think combat witches are superior to assistant witches because you’re the ones who can protect your kind, right?” Roland said, “This is ridiculous. You can’t win a fight, entirely by yourself.”