The Taste Of Origin Magic [Part 2]

“Samantha, wake up,” Ethan said as he lightly tapped the young lady’s face, trying to wake her up from her daze.

The other Witches, who were conscious, looked at Ethan with hopeful gazes as they tried to catch his attention.

“Please free us,” one of the Witches softly muttered with great difficulty. “Please… before the Witch returns.”

Ethan glanced in her direction and called Dainsleif, who was guarding outside.

“Dainsleif, free them!” Ethan ordered before shifting his attention back to Samantha, who seemed to regain her consciousness.

“E-Ethan?” Samantha said weakly.

“Yes, it’s me. I’m taking you out of this place.”

Ethan tapped the chains that bound the young lady, freeing her from her shackles.

The young man then grabbed hold of Samantha, who no longer had the strength to support itself.

“You’ve seen me naked, Ethan,” Samantha said with a smile. “I can no longer marry.”

“If you can joke like that then it means that you’re fine,” Ethan replied in relief.