Beast King'S Crippled Mate novel Chapter 190

Chapter 190: Chapter 190: Saintess’ Light

Aria was confused by Swan’s reaction. She already told her that she wouldn’t be able to use her witchcraft anymore once Aria used the power of this necklace.

But Swan didn’t move.

She didn’t try to attack Aria with her power, or even try to dodge or run away from her.

All Swan did was join her hands together in a praying manner. She closed her eyes as tears streamed down her cheeks.

’What is wrong with her? Does she not realize that she has to do something now?’ Aria pondered. ’Oh well, it’s easier this way then. With this range, I can make sure that the power of this pendant will not miss, and Swan will lose her ability to do witchcraft forever.’

"Open your eyes, you crippled bitch. I want to see your eyes when you have lost your witchcraft completely!" Aria yelled as the shine from the pendant was getting stronger and stronger. She opened her hands that had been covering the pendant the whole time, and the concentrated dark green light shot from the emerald pendant straight to Swan who was still in her praying position with her eyes closed.

Aria’s grin turned wider as she watched the concentrated dark green light about to hit Swan right in between her eyes.

However, the light suddenly stopped only an inch away from Swan’s face.

"W-what’s wrong? Why did it stop?!" Aria tried to move closer to Swan. She dumbly thought that the light couldn’t reach Swan because it was too far.

Despite her efforts, the light still didn’t touch Swan. There seemed to be an invisible barrier around her, just like that time when Aria tried to throw a teacup filled with hot tea into Swan’s face.

The same barrier prevented Swan from getting hurt entirely, but Aria didn’t understand.

"H-how could it be? No matter what kind of protection spell you use, you shouldn’t be able to protect yourself from the Great Witch’s pendant!" Aria shook her head in disbelief. She pointed her finger and aimed it right on Swan’s head, ready to kill this crippled bitch from point-blank range.

Unfortunately, none of her attacks seemed to work now. No matter how many times Aria shot lighting from the tip of her finger, none of them could touch Swan’s skin.

Aria grew frustrated, as she continued to attack with all her might, "JUST DIE, YOU BITCH! UGH, YOU ARE SO ANNOYING!!"

Swan’s hair began to glow brightly, and she opened her eyes slowly.

Aria gasped when she saw Swan’s golden pupils, and she took a step back out of fear as the aura around Swan’s body began to suffocate her.

Swan’s aura was gentle and warm, like a caress of silk around one’s skin.

But for Aria, her body felt like she was burning from the inside just by standing near Swan for a while.

"No, you’re not! D-don’t tell me that you are another powerful witch who has been using Swan’s body as your doll?!" Aria accused again. She had read about mind and body control, like a voodoo skill in Necronomicon. To control one’s body entirely was a high-level dark spell that would need at least five hundred sacrifices, and Aria was nowhere near that.

Swan chuckled, "I told you, I am Swan of Holy Achate, and I’m not a witch. Because no witch can do this."

Swan glanced at Aria’s shoulder, and Aria felt a sharp pain around her shoulder before it simply exploded as if there was a bomb planted inside her body.

Aria couldn’t even scream when she saw her whole arm fall to the ground. She was in too much shock, and before she could scream in agony over her exploding shoulder, her entire body suddenly being enveloped by a gentle light. In the next second, a completely new arm had been regenerated, as if the damage Swan caused on her arm was never there.

Swan glanced at Aria’s previous arm on the ground and lifted it.

She held it and twirled it around like a toy as she said, "This isn’t just a mere illusion created by plaything called dark spells, little witch. I just blew your shoulder up just now and healed it quickly. This arm of yours is the proof, right?"

Aria was horrified seeing her entire left arm in Swan’s hand.

For the first time in her life, she looked at Swan with fear, "W-who are you?! You are not that crippled bitch!"

Again, Swan smiled and replied, "I am Saintess Swan of Holy Achate."