Azazel

Selma Payne's POV:

I stared at him. "What the hell did you do?!"

The archpriest laughed complacently. With a wave of his hand, ice, snow, and rocks formed several carriages.

"I've said it before. You must atone for my lord's sins with eternal time." He waved his hand again, and the confused wolves obediently put themselves on the carriage. It would be best if you were happy from the bottom of your hearts that you have become the pulling horses of the divine carriage.

I couldn't hold back the urge to curse out loud, but I didn't even have the strength to open my mouth.

The archpriest directed everyone to get on the carriage and drove the witches, who seemed to be sacrifices, to the most gorgeous carriage driven by a she-wolf. Locke kicked me when he passed by and asked, "What should we do with this girl?"