Something Is Wrong
And Arthur was right.
"Seal you filthy hands witch!"
This sudden shout came all of sudden while the old lady got a sword attack coming from her back.
She didn't seem to expect it, and that hit was enough to send her flying midair.
The connection with her hidden world ceased and the next moment a lady appeared flying in the air.
Air boiled around her like it was corresponding with her anger. The sword she held in her right hand wasn't that big, yet it was so sharp.
It emitted arcs of blue lightning, giving it an eerie feeling.
No one looked at that sword and didn't feel the shiver down their spines. And the scariest thing was the fact that this terrifying aura didn't come from the sword, but from its owner.
"Aemie," the old lady stood up while feeling pain in her back, "is this how you treat your auntie?"