Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

However, even though Aozaki Aoko possessed an amazing talent for destruction, she was still a beginner with limited magical power.

Furthermore, her physical attacks against the nearby robins were like using an anti-aircraft gun to kill a mosquito; the girl's attacks repeatedly missed, and she soon showed signs of fatigue.

"Qingzi, have you made enough of a scene?"

Just as Aozaki Aoko was struggling to deal with the nimble robins darting around her, a dark figure, as ethereal as smoke and mist, appeared behind the girl without her noticing, whispering softly.

"boom!"

At the same time, a chop to the back of Aozaki Aoko's neck struck her. The girl's eyes rolled back, her mind went blank, and she collapsed to the ground.

"Now, no one can interfere with us."

Kuonji Yuzu's gaze swept over the garden, which had been almost completely plowed up. She frowned slightly, then looked up at the culprit behind her, where seven robins were flying up and down, chirping.

Chapter 86 The Witches' Tea Party (8.2k)

The black witch, manipulating a flock of robins, slowly approached, gradually cornering the intruder. The atmosphere was tense, and a fight was about to break out.

"Um, if I remember correctly, the rule for concealing mysteries seems to have changed. Magicians can no longer kill ordinary people involved in their schemes, right?"

However, the carefully raised half of his right hand and the deep voice broke the lingering somberness in the air.

Samael looked at the black witch who had stopped in her tracks, and her tense muscles relaxed slightly. A pleasant smile appeared on her lips, and she felt very confident.

The fact that magicians kill witnesses during fights to conceal their mystery is an extreme product of the two witch hunts, a way for them to protect themselves from being identified and roasted by the public. It is an extreme product of a particular era.

As society develops, the living environment for magicians and mystical systems has become less harsh, and the outdated rules are destined not to be applicable forever.

From Samael's personal perspective, he also disagrees with the act of ruthlessly eliminating all witnesses in order to conceal the mystery.

Therefore, he had discussed this topic at a tea party with the old gem jeweler Zelrich more than 600 years ago during the chaos of the church, parliament, and association.

Under the powerful influence of the ancient serpent, the hidden and mysterious rules have long been revised, and the bloody methods have been eliminated.

All these positive changes are, in a sense, thanks to him.

"That's true."

As expected, Kuonji Yuju pondered for a moment and nodded seriously.

I’ll just say it!

However, before Samael could rejoice for long, Kuonji Yuzu slightly raised her right hand, which then coalesced into a dark blue ball of light. At the same time, she looked at the intruder with a deep gaze and murmured.

"Therefore, I will use the 'Forgetfulness Spell' to erase your recent memories."

Samael stared at the gradually expanding blue orb in the girl's hand, swallowed hard, and instinctively pulled away.

He knew of the "Forgetfulness Curse" of course; this spell was a mild cleanup method jointly developed by the council and the association to reasonably conceal the mystery.

But he had never seen anything as big as a watermelon before.

Are you sure this is a "Forgetfulness Charm," the kind that won't explode when you throw it?

I have a feeling this thing is dangerous. If you get hit by one, your head could easily fly off!

"Stand still and don't move! My aim isn't very accurate!"

Kuonji Yuju frowned unhappily as she looked at the target, which had changed from a stationary target to a moving target.

"Stand up my ass!"

Samael's forehead veins bulged, and he couldn't help but go berserk.

"Don't you understand what I just said?"

"what?"

Kuonji Yuju asked instinctively, looking completely bewildered.

"If I even know the hidden and mysterious rules, do you think I'm an ordinary person?"

Samael spread his hands, speechless.

"should……"

Kuonji Yuju lowered her head and pondered intently, her brow furrowing and sparsening. After a pause of half a minute, she seemed to be deep in thought.

"……no?"

Hearing the questioning tone and seeing the somewhat bewildered face of the black witch, Samael felt a throbbing pain in his head. Weakly, he directly crushed the potential information and fed it to the witch in front of him, whose mind seemed a little dull.

"Of course not! We're all traveling together!"

"Oh, I see! I get it now!"

Kuonji Yuju suddenly realized what was happening and slammed his right fist into his left palm.

"Right, so why did you use a 'Forgetfulness Charm' on me?!"

After much persuasion, he finally managed to convince her. Seeing that this stubborn woman had finally come to her senses, Samael felt a great sense of relief and even had an urge to cry.

"Shh! Shh! Shh! Shh!"

However, before the ancient serpent could officially bid farewell to Kairun, accompanied by a tearing sound, the soil exploded, and dozens of red and green vines and plant roots, like a trap for beasts, bound Samael tightly.

At the same time, seven robins burst forth with brilliant blue light, circling and fluttering menacingly around Samael, while the dark witch in front of the door slightly raised her right hand, her gaze cold and unfocused.

“Since he is a magician, there is no need to hold back. He has trespassed on private property and spied on another’s magic workshop. He can be executed on the spot.”

I...

Everyone says they were just passing by, so why doesn't that make sense!

When Samael saw that this stubborn witch was actually planning to slice him up and use him as fertilizer, his face turned as black as the bottom of a pot, and he reached for his lower back with both hands.

Just as the atmosphere became tense and a fierce battle was about to unfold, the robins circling around Samael suddenly began to sing in unison, their bodies flashing with light patterns.

Who killed CockRobin?

Who killed the robin?

I said the Sparrow,

"It's me," said the sparrow.

With my bow and arrow

With my bow and arrows,

I killed CockRobin.

I killed the robin.

Who saw him die?

Who saw him die?

"I," said the Fly.

"It's me," said the fly.

With my litt-shaped eye,

With my little eyes,

I saw him die.

I saw him die

......"

At the same time, as the singing became more and more ethereal, thick white fog rose up all around, blurring the scenery and making the space seem to be reassembled like a shattered mirror.

Surrounded by robins, the two figures seemed like Alice who had stumbled into Wonderland through a rabbit hole. Looking around, they found themselves unknowingly in a lush, verdant forest. In the distance, green grass carpeted the ground, a stream murmured, and the outline of a fairytale castle gradually came into view.

Beyond the bushes, in the open space ahead, there was a dining table laden with pastries and tea. Several chairs were pulled out, and gradually, from the pale mist, they coalesced into human-shaped outlines.

At this very moment!

Noticing the gazes from the seated group, which seemed to have begun to notice them, Kuonji Yuju frowned.

Immediately, those dark eyes fell on the puppet's arm outside the intruder's right sleeve. The eyes flickered for a moment, then hesitated for a moment before the right hand loosened, and the vines that were wrapped around Samael instantly collapsed and contracted.

Then, Kuonji Yuju stepped forward, pulled Samael up from the ground, and gave him a cold order.

"From this moment on, you are my servant. You are not to speak without my orders!"

Why should I listen to you? What good would it do me?

Sensing that the situation might have changed, Samael withdrew her hands from her lower back, glared at the capricious witch, and gave a snort of annoyance.

"I may consider not pursuing the matter of trespassing on my property."

"make a deal!"

Samael pondered for a moment, then a gentle smile appeared on his tense face. He took the initiative to extend his hand to show goodwill and reconcile.

The simple-minded Kuonji Yuzu nodded, then took out a bottle of golden liquid and poured it all over the temporary collaborator.

Suddenly, Samael's face contorted, transforming into a pale-skinned man with golden-green eyes, extremely elaborate and exaggerated eye makeup, bright red lips, and a tall, round-topped black hat.

Immediately afterward, Kuonji Yuju glanced at the man and gave him a stern warning.

"From this moment forward, remember your new name—Mad Hatter..."

The Mad Hatter is a fairy tale character who appears in Alice's Adventures in Wonderland, and the pronunciation of "Youzhu" is "Alice".

Samael touched his right arm, and the texture of the fabric in his palm made him feel somewhat disheartened.

It's just an illusion; there's no real transformation. It's meaningless.

The ancient snake looked up at Kuonji Yuzu, who had suddenly changed her attitude for some reason, and snorted irritably.

"So, you should at least tell me what's going on, right?"

"The Witch's Tea Party..."

After giving a casual answer, Kuonji Yuzu did not want to elaborate. She then raised her right hand and drew several runes, sealing off the man's senses and constructing a unique technique for their communication.

"Just follow my orders, you don't need to know anything else."

As the figures at the long table began to appear one by one, the dark witch grabbed Samael and led him toward the meadow.

A witch's tea party?

Let's get through this first and see what's going on. You dare to play the game of tag with me? I'll settle the score with you later!

A vengeful snake, outwardly cheerful and obediently following behind Kuonji Yuzu, harbors a sinister plan in its heart.

Soon, the two walked through the bushes and arrived at the dining table on the grass.

"Robin, you're late again! Honestly, this tea party was clearly your responsibility!"

On the opposite chair, a small, ethereal figure with braided hair and wearing a princess dress swayed her slender legs, holding up an empty teapot, and muttered in dissatisfaction.

"It's so rude of us not even to offer guests tea and snacks!"

Although Kuonji Yuzu's face was dark and her brows were furrowed, clearly she was disgusted by the little guy who had questioned her, her excellent upbringing and her adherence to etiquette and rules allowed her to suppress her anger. After taking a deep breath, she turned to look at Samael beside her.

"Mad Hatter, make her some tea!"

Feeling quite curious about everything around him, Samael decided to fully immerse himself in this seemingly interesting role-playing activity. With a slight smile, he took the teapot from the little girl's illusory hand opposite him.

"Do as I say. First, boil water to warm the kettle and wait for it to boil. Second, pour the boiling water into the teacups one by one, swirl and rotate the cups to rinse them clean, then pour it out. Third..."

"Done, ladies, please enjoy."

Just as Kuonji Aratsume was guiding someone on how to brew a traditional English black tea step by step using the resonance runes established by the two of them, accompanied by an elegant murmur, a steaming cup of black tea was served to the assembled witches.

Hey! Don't just haphazardly brew tea. Brewing black tea is a serious matter that requires sincerity!

Kuonji Yuzu, who had an inexplicable obsession and love for black tea, was furious at the waiter's disrespect and secretly glared at the presumptuous fellow.

"Hmm? The water temperature is just right, and the sweetness is perfect too. It tastes just like the one my older brother made. Delicious! I'll have another cup!"

However, before Kuonji Yuju could hold her accountable, the young girl in the Western dress, who was eager to pick up the black tea and take the opportunity to find fault, took a sip and her eyes lit up. She happily swung her little feet in the air and handed over her empty cup.

Upon hearing a certain word, Samael's eyelids twitched, but he silently complied with the other party's request and quietly distanced himself from the small figure.

At this moment, the witches beside them, though not as direct, also pushed their empty teacups aside, waiting for the waiter to refill them.

How could such a frivolous fellow possibly brew a cup of black tea that requires patience?

To some extent, Kuonji Yuju, who revered black tea, raised her cup with a mixture of belief and doubt. As the dark red tea entered her throat, her fair fingers paused briefly before emptying the cup. Then, without a word, she pushed the empty teacup forward.