Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 766

Chapter 766: Services From A Witch

The housing system looked almost identical to that of the human realm, with thatched roofs and a few tall buildings scattered throughout, creating a curious blend of old and new. It looked almost normal, save for the occasional bursts of magic and the strange, glowing artifacts displayed in shops and homes. The air buzzed with an unseen energy, and Islinda could feel the hairs on her arms stand on end.

Despite their attempts to blend in, Islinda and her companions couldn’t help but draw attention. Three cloaked figures walking through the heart of the witches’ realm was not a common sight. Islinda, the smallest of the trio, was sandwiched protectively between Aldric and Azrael, both of whom exuded dangerous auras.As a result, anyone who glanced their way quickly turned back and minded their own business.

The streets were dirty and muddy, evidence of a recent downpour. Islinda carefully picked her way through the muck, trying to keep her cloak clean. As they walked, they passed various shops and stalls, each one offering a glimpse into the strange and wondrous world of witchcraft. Bottles of glowing liquids, enchanted trinkets, and spell books were displayed prominently, their mystical energies palpable.

As they ventured deeper into the town, the atmosphere grew darker. They entered a dilapidated street lined with whorehouses, the air thick with the scent of smoke, herbs, and cheap perfume. Islinda’s cheeks flushed as she witnessed scenes that were far too explicit for her comfort.

A woman pressed against a wall, her eyes glazed with lust and moaning as a man humped her from behind, his trousers around his knees. None of them gave no care to the spectators around them. Islinda quickly averted her eyes, pulling her hood further down to hide her embarrassment. freewebnσvel.cøm

The street was teeming with women dressed provocatively, some wearing little to nothing at all. They leaned against buildings, smoking and making catcalls as the trio passed by. One particularly bold woman approached them, her eyes locked on Aldric.

However, a single, icy glare from Azrael sent her scurrying back, her face pale with fear. That one move seemed to have a sobering effect on the rest. The women and men along the streets gave them a wide berth, avoiding eye contact as they passed through. It was as if they instinctively knew that these three were not of their realm.

"How long till we get there?" Islinda asked, her discomfort growing with each passing moment.

"Not long now," Aldric replied, his voice tinged with concern. He placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder, guiding her through the narrow, filthy streets

As they continued, the surroundings became increasingly decrepit. The buildings were in worse condition, their walls cracked and roofs sagging. The air was heavy with the stench of decay and desperation. Islinda kept her eyes on the ground, focusing on her steps and trying to ignore the lascivious stares and crude remarks that followed them.

Finally, they arrived at a small, unassuming house at the end of the street. The windows were shuttered, and the door looked as though it hadn’t been used in years. Despite its appearance, there was an undeniable aura of magic emanating from it.

"We are finally here." Aldric finally announced.

"Thank the Ravens," Azreal looked like he would have strangled Aldric if they had walked another mile.

Azrael walked towards the house and Islinda followed suit, but Aldric’s hand caught her arm, pulling her back. She turned to him, confusion etched on her face.

"What is it?" she asked, noticing the anxiety flickering in his eyes.

Aldric gulped, hesitating before he spoke. "I might have something to confess."

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