As a team, Axel and everyone else moved toward the source of light. And as they did, they noticed it shone a few more times, signaling that there was more than one who had arrived.
When they approached close enough for the others to be visible, Axel gulped.
There, standing in formation, was a line of witches. They were dressed in uniform, wearing long robes that hid their figures. But the skirts had large slits up front, and the tops had windows revealing their bountiful chests.
It was a sight for sore eyes, but more than that...
"What intense killing intent..." Arianne grumbled, sweat rolling down her forehead.
Those women were the Elite Witches of Witcheria, acting as the Queen's personal guards. Their presence here meant only one thing.
"M-Mother...!"
Teruria gasped, seeing a familiar figure standing behind the line of witches. As soon as she noticed, she ran forward, like a child missing her parent after a day at school.
"Mother, I'm...!"
