Beast King'S Crippled Mate novel Chapter 188

Chapter 188: Chapter 188: Dark Witch Aria (II)

Swan was astonished. It took her a while to register the situation, as she kept staring at the levitating Aria.

"A-Aria... you..."

"A witch? Been a while actually," Aria replied lightly. "Do you think you are the only one who can use witchcraft? Oh come on, we both know that I have always been smarter and more talented than you can ever be. It’s not hard for me to study witchcraft."

Swan might not understand her strange power, but she knew well that the power she had versus the one Aria had was completely different, because Aria was able to instill fear in her heart.

Fear began to creep into her heart. The dark green aura around Aria’s body felt suffocating and even emanated a somewhat disgusting scent and taste on Swan’s nose and tongue.

"What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue?" Aria sneered. "I thought you wanted me to kneel in front of you? I will do that once you can defeat me. But we both know that’s not possible right?"

The smile on Aria’s lips deepened until it turned malicious, "You will never be better than me, you crippled bitch."

"GALE! HELP ME!!" Swan screamed as loud as she could the moment she understood the severity of the situation. She didn’t know the extent of Aria’s witchcraft. On top of that, unlike Aria who seemed to have full control over her power, Swan’s strange power was mostly accidental and only triggered when Swan had a dream about Goddess Asmara.

She wasn’t stupid to realize that she was in a great disadvantage.

"GALE!!!"

"Pfft—hahaha! Oh, how stupid. I already told you that you can scream as loud as you can, and Gale still won’t hear you. The only thing you can do is to run to the door for safety, but with your lame leg, I’m not sure if that’s even possible," Aria giggled. "Oh, no. I forgot that I was the one who pushed you out of the second floor, so your leg got twisted at the wrong angle. Bo-hoo, so sad."

Swan did not bother with Aria’s taunt right now. She understood this situation wouldn’t turn out well no matter what, so she leaned forward and fell to the floor.

She crawled her way to the door, wanting to seek help from Gale. Against a real witch like Aria, she had no way to protect herself.

Swan looked up, staring at Aria pleadingly, "W-what do you want? Just tell me and stop this madness, Aria!"

"I told you I want to settle the score. You melted my hand, made me burn my chest, and then healed me, so nobody in the Holy Achate would believe that I have been hurt. I cannot heal you, but I can attack you with various dark spells that would hurt you, but it wouldn’t show any sign of scars," Aria said. "What do you think? Pretty neat, right? I learned this dark magic just to make sure that nobody would believe you."

Aria sent at least five more lightning shocks around Swan’s body and had fun listening to the crippled bitch’s scream of agony. She liked this, because seeing Swan suffer meant that her training to be a Great Witch had come to fruition. As long as she continued her training, she should be able to make everyone—even Gale—torture Swan with their own hands.

"I can do this forever and more. Unfortunately, we don’t have much time. Geez, why do you ask for twenty minutes anyway? You should’ve asked for one hour!" Aria complained. "Anyway, I was thinking of using my special necklace to completely nullify your witchcraft, so you will be left as nothing but a normal human—well, not so normal with that lame leg, but you get what I’m talking about."

Swan was already in so much pain after getting pierced by a burning rod many times that she almost fainted. It took her a while to recover, and as she regained her sight, Aria was already floating about one foot away from the throne where she sat.

Aria smiled at her and said, "Do you want to know how I got so powerful? A little tale would be good before I completely destroy your witchcraft talent, right?"