A Warning From Isabelle

"Oh, the soup's working." Greya looked at the hand which was trying to climb out of Angor's body.

It was Angor's soul.

The second hand followed behind. Then, his head and torso…

When Angor's soul almost left his body, another lightning strike brightened the room with a loud BOOM. At the same time, the castle door was suddenly pushed open, allowing raging wind to come inside.

A woman with white hair and ice-colored pupils stood outside the door.

Before anyone could react, she already reappeared right in front of Angor.

"Foolish!" she yelled. With a glowing hand, she pushed at Angor's soul and forced it back into his body.

"Lady Isabelle?!" Greya called in surprise.

The woman had Venees' body, but that mighty aura and dignity weren't something Venees could possess.

There were beads of sweat on Isabelle's forehead for some reason. "Cancel your spell right now!"