492 Silver-haired man* (1/2)

In all the history of witches, there was never a silver-haired male witch. And there was only one silver-haired witch at a time. Unlike the vampires, witches didn't have a royal bloodline. Once the current queen starts to weaken, the queen's power will be slowly transferred to someone among the witches. The current queen cannot choose her successor either because the witch queen's power would be the one to choose its next host. The witch who will receive the power will start to have some changes in appearance. Her eyes and hair would turn silver, which would be the ultimate proof that she was the next chosen queen. To the witches, the silver hair was the crown of their ruler. A crown no one could take away by any force.

Over the past countless years, the queen's power never chose a male host, and it had been like that until now, so why was this man had silver hair?

They knew he was a witch, and he had the same aura as the witch queens. The witches could sense if he were an imposter, but they could tell his silver hair wasn't an illusion or a result of any underhanded methods. It was real!

Confusion and wonder could only paint everyone's face. They had never seen a male witch with silver hair in their existence. Moreover, there was no way their new queen, Alicia, was already starting to weaken. Her reign had just begun, and her power was currently at its prime! This man was someone who shouldn't exist!

”Where is the queen?” his deep voice echoed, jolting the witches back to reality.

The man looked as ethereal as their queen. Every single part of his body was a definition of perfection nobody could ever ignore. Even his voice was as mystifying and breathtaking as his look. But the witches couldn't feel any animosity from him. As if he just came here like an old friend and he was definitely not looking for a fight. He even came all by himself and didn't have any weapon at all.

When everyone couldn't say a word due to hesitation, whether they should answer him or not, the man faced forward, and a soft breeze blew.

A smile suddenly crept on his ethereal face. ”I think she's already waiting for me,” he said, seemingly thrilled. He began to walk forward, nonchalant and calm as ever despite the heavy atmosphere between the witches.

He was looking around as he walked. ”Ah… this place is almost unrecognizable. I remember this place is quite livelier back in the day.”

Upon arriving at the heart of the forest where Alicia was waiting, the witches finally took their eyes off him and faced their queen. They were surprised to see that their queen didn't seem as shocked as they were upon the sight of him.

But the moment the witches took their eyes off the man, he disappeared, and in the next second, he landed in front of Alicia. Alicia was quick, and she trusted her sword at him, creating an air that blew his long silver hair.

The man's eyes circled as he halted, looking at the sword that was now pointed at his throat. But then, a smile still broke from his face next. ”What a warm welcome. It seemed witch queens in this era are quite aggressive.” He jested, grinning.

Frowning, Alicia ignored his still unbothered reaction. ”Zeres, right?” she asked as her grip on her sword tightened, not daring to let her guard down at all.

The man slightly creased his brows. ”Oh, as expected of the witch queen. It seemed I don't need to introduce myself anymore.”

”Why are you here? Are you here to capture me?” Alicia questioned, and her glares at him intensified.

Zeres was silent for a moment. ”No. I'm not here to capture you.” He replied. ”How about you introduce yourself first, queen? I want to know your name.”

Alicia narrowed her eyes. She had been trying to decipher something, anything from his face for a while now, but she couldn't find what she was looking for. Now that Alicia was the queen, she could now decipher lies and pretension in anyone's face. She could feel the darkness and evil motives within someone's heart. So why can't she feel anything from this man? Wasn't he supposed to be an enemy? And more importantly, why the hell did he have such an angel face?!

The way he spoke and the seemingly genuine smile made Alicia want to facepalm. If this man appeared before her before she heard Abigail's story, Alicia would have never doubted him like this, especially since she couldn't even sense a single sign of darkness coming from within him.

But in the end, Alicia decided not to trust her own power and forced herself to believe that this man was just impossible for her to figure out because he was like her, or he was using an ancient kind of spell no one ever knew about.

”If you're not here to capture me, then why are you here?” Alicia asked again, ignoring his request to tell him her name.

The man slightly tilted his head, and his face became a little serious. ”I am here to borrow you for a day or two.”

Alicia: ”. . .”