Little Tyrant Doesn’t Want to Meet with a Bad End

ne resonance with Roel—this was something she had already made up her mind on, knowing that she wouldn’t be able to bear parting ways with him if she continued getting closer to him.

She had intended this mission to be her parting gift to Roel, hoping that it could at least reduce the danger he was exposed to.
But as if fate was playing a trick on her, the one thing she had been praying for to not happen still came to be.

Lilian closed her eyes and took in a deep breath.
By the time she opened her eyes, her bloodline had already started trembling in resonance.

As if two ripples had formed on a calm water surface, Roel and Lilian’s bloodlines and mana swiftly achieved synchronization.
Despite it being only a slight physical contact, Lilian was able to attain a full understanding of Roel’s current condition.

Warmth also started spreading from her heart, bringing about a strong feeling of intimacy and fulfillment.
It filled up all of the holes in her heart, and all sorts of irrepressible emotions such as affection gripped her.
It was such an intense feeling that it left her feeling slightly giddy.

Fortunately, she didn’t lose control of herself.
She remained steadfast to her primary goal.

It was just that she didn’t expect even an inspection via bloodline resonance to yield no results.
Roel hadn’t lost too much mana, and the side effects caused by his Crown’s Stones were mild.
In fact, he was in a better physical condition than her.
Despite so, he still remained unconscious.

This put Lilian in a complete loss.
The pained look that had started appearing on Roel’s face made her feel as if knives were stabbing into her heart, but she forced herself to remain calm so as to figure out a solution.

Earlier, when she was about to save Roel, she noticed that he was accompanied by two other ladies from the Knight Kingdom.
However, she was unable to save them because they didn’t collapse onto the ground as Roel did.
Instead, they disappeared into thin air just like the others.

That was also the fate that had befallen the members of Lilian’s main team.

Lilian was the exception to her team, and Roel was the exception to his.
From the looks of it, it would appear that the Ascart Bloodline possessed immunity against this mysterious form of attack.

“In other words, the cause of Roel’s current condition wasn’t the earlier attack but something else… The fog lamp! I see… It’s his soul!”

Lilian was suddenly reminded of the intense pain she felt earlier as if someone was tugging her soul out of her body, and her eyes narrowed sharply.
A euphonious voicesuddenly sounded in the room as though responding to her analysis.

“You’re right, it’s his soul.”

“You are…!”

The Witch Queen suddenly manifested out of nowhere.
Floating in the air, she gazed upon the alarmed and vigilant Lilian and spoke.

“Good day to you, Lilian Ackermann.
You look like you need advice from a witch.”

“…”

The Witch Queen’s smile widened at Lilian’s silence.