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  "Your Majesty, it's a trap!" 

Abel straightened his back and looked around while the witch laughed wickedly. A frown dominated his face as he couldn't move from his spot, hearing the chanting grew louder along with the old witch's laughter. The wind had also grown stronger.

"Hah..." the witch grinned triumphantly as she sized him up. "We already knew an Original dared step into our territory. Thus, we came prepared."

"You..." Abel raised his hand when he caught Isaiah raising a hand to counter the spell. His eyes remained on the witch and the witches still chanting under their breath. 

"Don't, Isaiah," he ordered. "Countering it will simply seal me altogether."

"What..." Isaiah's usual poker face slowly broke as his eyes dilated. How could that be? 

"Your Majesty! Stop joking!" Conan yelled in irritation as this prank was not funny. But deep in his heart, he knew Abel never joked about these things.