Semua Bab The Reborn Witch Princess: Bab 11 - Bab 20

Chief Lisun finally released his grip on Rara’s waist and tried to wrench her claws away from his neck. The struggle was intense, his muscles straining as he grappled with her.Her eyes, glowing a menacing red, showed no hint of relenting. Desperation etched on his face, Chief Lisun resorted to sheer force, gripping her wrists with a painful tightness and yanking her hands away with a violent jerk.The movement left deep, five-line scratches on either side of his neck, which began to ooze a mix of blood and sweat.Around them, the tribe’s ceremonial circle was forming. The air was thick with the pungent scent of tiger’s blood, mixed with the rhythmic clang of gongs. Tribal dancers, adorned in elaborate garb and painted faces, moved in an eerie, synchronized pattern around a large, ancient stone.The low and high cultivators watched in silence, their gazes fixed on the transparent shield that now encased Bun Kukkinos.The shield, a shimmering barrier of light, crackled faintly with each

Chief Lisun approached Rara with a scowl etched deeply into his rugged face. The harsh lines on his forehead and the steely glint in his eyes spoke of a man used to commanding respect.His presence was imposing, and his frustration was palpable.He had managed to defeat Blade.It had been a grueling battle, the kind that left both combatants physically and emotionally drained. The arena, a vast expanse of cracked stone and scorched earth, bore witness to the fierce clash between two titans.Blade, known for his relentless aggression and lightning-fast strikes, had seemed invincible to many. His reputation was built on an impressive string of victories, each one a testament to his unmatched skill and brute strength. His movements were fluid and precise, his blade a blur of deadly steel that cut through the air with lethal intent.But today, the tide had turned.The combatants’ breath came in ragged gasps as they circled each other, the air thick with tension and the acrid scent of sweat

During Dinner.Rara remained seated beside the queen, but her gaze was firmly fixed on the king. Her posture was respectful, but her attention was unmistakably on him, her eyes darting occasionally to catch his reactions.Her movements were delicate, like a devoted daughter eager to please. She had learned from the morning’s encounter that the queen’s temper was not something to be trifled with, and she was determined to avoid provoking another outburst.Despite her focus on the king, she occasionally turned to the queen with a sweet smile, though her attentiveness was clearly directed elsewhere.The queen, who had been in high spirits that morning, was now visibly displeased.Her expression was a mix of frustration and resignation as she watched Rara’s overt attempts to gain the king’s favor. The air around her felt charged, as though her displeasure could manifest physically.The meal itself seemed to lose its appeal for the queen. The once-delicious food now tasted bland and unappet

When Rara entered the dining hall for breakfast, she was momentarily stunned by the scene before her. The hall, elegantly decorated with tapestries and grand chandeliers, was filled with the aroma of freshly baked bread and brewed coffee. At the center of this regal setting stood a tall, striking male figure beside the queen. The queen's warm, affectionate smile contrasted sharply with the king's cool, detached demeanor.The figure beside the queen was dressed in a finely tailored outfit, a rich navy blue that complemented his stature. His hair, dark and meticulously styled, fell just so, accentuating his chiseled features. As the queen spoke, he responded with brief nods and succinct answers, his posture upright and formal.Rara, lost in her observations, barely noticed Prince Ariel approaching until he spoke. “What are you standing there for?”Startled from her daze, Rara turned to find Prince Ariel standing just behind her. His expression was one of mild impatience mixed with curios

The next day, the queen and Rara reconvened in the palace garden in the afternoon. The sun cast a warm, golden light over the meticulously tended flowers and shrubs, creating a serene and picturesque setting.The queen, poised and graceful, began to explain the process to Rara. “For beginners, you must sit cross-legged and place your index fingers and pinky fingers on either side of your head, just above your ears,” she instructed, demonstrating the posture with practiced ease.Rara mimicked the queen’s movements, settling onto the soft grass. “Inhale, exhale, concentrate,” the queen continued, her voice calm and soothing.Rara, already accustomed to magical practices, found the technique relatively straightforward. Her innate magical abilities seemed to accelerate her progress. Within moments, she felt herself slipping into a meditative state, and her surroundings began to dissolve into a strange, mystical space.As she looked around, Rara saw the fog fairies—ethereal beings with tran