Lord: I have built a witch's sanctuary.

Chapter 156 Evelyn, the Witch of Sound

Chapter 155 Evelyn, the Witch of Sound

The firelight flickered gently in the hall.

Victor held his sword horizontally in front of him, his feet firmly planted on the ground, the muscles under his arm armor taut.

Anna stood to Lorraine's left rear, the pale flames climbing up her fair hand, casting a soft white glow on the air.

The messenger did not move.

But anyone could see that the atmosphere had changed.

Lorraine stopped a few steps away from her, speaking slowly and deliberately.

"Do I need to say it again, Evelyn?"

The envoy was silent for a moment before speaking in his usual low, husky male voice.

"Your Excellency, you have mistaken me for someone else."

"Still pretending?"

Anna spoke softly, her voice gentle, but the fire burned ever brighter.

My family members never mistake people for others.

Beneath the black robe, the cuffs swayed slightly.

It was as if the messenger had slowly raised his hand and then lowered it again.

After a few breaths, she finally raised her hand and took off the hood from her head.

Her long, light golden hair hung down, the ends falling onto her shoulders like a thin layer of snow.

Her skin was very fair, her nose was delicate and straight, her lips were pale, but her eyes were an unusual purple, like a patch of night hidden under ice.

The black men's robe draped over her body did not weigh down her slender figure; instead, it accentuated the clean lines of her neck.

Judging by his face alone, he looks like he's in his early twenties.

But when she looked up, the aloofness and arrogance she exuded, a quality befitting a young woman, was completely out of character.

As the hood fell down, her voice changed.

It was no longer the rough, hoarse voice of a man, but a cool, slightly husky quality, like the sound of a harp string brushing against your ear.

"The Earl of Lorraine".

"Now, I really want to know how you recognized me."

Anna glanced at her, then at Lorraine, and pursed her lips slightly.

A sixth-order witch.

Even just standing there, he exudes a strong sense of pressure.

Victor's hand bulged as he gripped the sword, his gaze never leaving her.

Evelyn didn't look at anyone else, only at Lorraine.

"Even within the family, very few people know of my existence. You, an outsider, not only know me, but also know that I am a sixth-tier Sound Witch."

She took half a step forward, her purple eyes fixed intently on Lorraine.

"Where did you get that information from?"

Lorraine did not answer her question.

He just looked at her and asked another question.

"A legendary sixth-tier witch like yourself, actually disguising yourself as an envoy and coming to Frostwolf City to see me. What are you after?"

Evelyn's expression tightened slightly.

"This is none of your business."

"Yeah?"

Lorraine smiled.

"Then let me guess. If it were just about the city of Camille, the Desa family could have sent a steward, an old minister, or even a trusted confidant of the head of the family. The fact that you personally went out to deal with such a trump card that you've kept hidden for who knows how many years can only mean one thing."

"You have a compelling reason to come."

Evelyn remained silent.

Her fingertips pinched the edge of the hood, pressing the fabric into fine folds.

Lorraine added, "Besides, you're not here to protest."

"If you really want to intimidate Frostwolf City with your sixth-tier strength, you don't need to pretend from the moment you enter."

"Since you're keeping it hidden, it means you want to discuss more than just the interests of the Desa family."

Evelyn looked at him, her gaze growing increasingly somber.

After a moment, she suddenly smiled.

That smile wasn't pretty; instead, it carried a hint of annoyance at being seen through.

"Earl of Lorraine, you have quite the nerve."

"You expose my identity to my face, aren't you afraid I'll kill you?"

"You can give it a try."

Upon hearing this, Victor took a step forward, his longsword fully drawn.

The pale flame in Anna's hand suddenly shot up, illuminating even the tips of her hair.

"If you want to hurt the adults, you'll have to get past me first."

Evelyn glanced at the two of them, her tone carrying the natural arrogance of a sixth-tier expert.

"Your men are very loyal."

"But loyalty is futile in the face of absolute power."

She raised her hand, and a wisp of pale silver ripple spread out from the outside of her fingertips, like fine lines on the surface of water.

"Your guards are at most level five. If I were to attack now, killing you wouldn't be difficult."

Victor pushed off with his feet, raising the sword even higher.

Anna didn't take a single step back; the white flames traveled along her wrist and up her forearm.

The brazier in the hall was still burning, the heat pressing against their faces, but both of them could feel an indescribable pressure emanating from Evelyn, as if invisible threads were wrapped around their throats.

Lorraine laughed.

"Kill me?"

"I have no doubt about your abilities. A sixth-tier witch must have many methods to kill someone."

As he spoke, he walked down the last few steps from the main seat and headed directly toward Evelyn.

Victor's Adam's apple bobbed.

"Adult One"

Lorraine raised her hand, signaling him not to move.

Anna bit her lip but didn't stop her; instead, the flames in her palm burned brighter and brighter.

Evelyn lowered her brows slightly as she watched Lorraine approach.

"Aren't you afraid of dying?"

"Afraid."

Lorraine answered very readily.

"Who isn't afraid of death? But I know even better that you won't make a move."

He stood in front of Evelyn, only an arm's length away.

Their eyes met, and neither gave way.

Lorraine spoke.

"Because you need something from me."

Evelyn's breathing quickened.

Very fine.

But Lorraine still managed to catch it.

She said coldly, "What makes you say that?"

"It's very simple."

"If you really wanted to kill me, there was no need to talk about so many family matters first, and there was no need to continue standing here."

"You've been keeping such a humble attitude all along; it's not an act. You really have something to ask me."

Lorraine looked into her purple eyes and pressed down further.

"Moreover, the Desa family may not be able to resolve this matter for you."

"That's why you risked coming to Frostwolf City."

Evelyn did not refute.

Her fingers were still gripping the edge of the cloak, her fingertips slightly white, and even the line of her lips was stretched into a straight line.

Victor watched all this, and his heart couldn't help but tighten.

This was the first time he had ever met a sixth-tier expert who was being bombarded with questions by his lord and was unable to respond.

Lorraine gave Evelyn no chance to catch her breath.

Let me guess again.

"The De Sar family kept you hidden so well, not just because you were their trump card."

"It's also because of this trump card of yours, which I can't use casually."

"A sixth-tier witch should be someone who can keep an eye on a city or region. But you have hardly shown your face in recent years, and even few people in your clan know about it. It's not that you don't want to take action, but that every time you do, you have to pay a price."

Evelyn's eyelashes trembled slightly.

"—You know too much."

Lorraine smiled.

"Looks like my guess was right."

Evelyn stared at him, and a crack finally appeared in the arrogance in her purple eyes.

"Tell me, who told you these things?"

"That's not important."

Lorraine looked at her, her tone very steady.

"The important thing is, I know why you came."

"You're not here to give a gift, nor are you here to test my attitude."

"You've come looking for a way to survive."

Evelyn's chest heaved slightly; she wanted to say something, but didn't speak immediately.