Wizard World Irregular

Chapter 748: Let’s See Who Will Have The Last Laugh [Part 2]



"I knew it!" Chloe said as she took off the invisibility cloak that covered her body. "That damned witch."

The young lady frowningly looked at Ethan's helpless figure before shifting her attention to the painting that was on the side of the bed.

"Not on my watch," Chloe stated as she took out a wand from her pocket and unleashed a burst of flame from her wand, burning the canvas completely.

After burning the canvas, she took the crystal ball on top of the table and stuffed it into her magical pouch.

She then scanned the room to see if there were other ways how the Witch could track them, but after making sure that there were no other points of interest, she pointed her wand in Ethan's direction.

"Leviticus!"

Ethan's body floated on the bed, making the blanket covering his lower half slip to the side.

Chloe almost dropped him on the bed out of shock, but fortunately, she was able to regain her composure in time.

With a beet-red face, she hastily covered his body with a blanket. The eye candy was too much stimulation for an innocent maiden like her to see.

'I better hurry,' Chloe thought. 'The Mayor will not be able to distract her for a long time.'

Taking out a small potion bottle from her robe, Chloe poured out its contents into Ethan's mouth.

A few seconds later, his entire body faded from view due to the effect of the invisibility potion.

Chloe hesitated for a bit before taking off the floating robe in front of her.

"He's invisible, so it doesn't really matter since I can't see it," Chloe muttered.

She then carefully held onto Ethan's body as she dragged him outside of the cottage.

Wearing her invisibility cloak, she moved as fast as she could, with Ethan in tow, towards the river connecting to the lake.

The Witch of the East could easily find them if she took the normal route, so she had no other choice but to use an alternative.

Due to the heavy rain, the river's torrent was fast, and it would be suicidal for her to jump on it with Ethan.

However, she wasn't alone.

"I'm here," Chloe said before removing her invisibility cloak.

The Lady of the Lake, Lilian, hovered above the raging river and nodded in understanding.

With a wave of her hand, Chloe and Ethan were covered in a bubble, which flew toward the river, disappearing from its depths.

Lilian glanced in the direction where she could faintly hear the sound of battle, her eyes filled with killing intent.

However, she also knew that she would lose most of her power if she were to fight on land. "This time, you will have no choice but to come to me," Lilian said before slowly submerging in the river. "You took something precious to me, so I'll take something precious to you. Let's see who will have the last laugh."

Using her powers, she hid the two teenagers' presence and brought them to her home.

The footprints that Chloe had left behind were washed away by the rain, removing any and all traces of her escape.

While the Lady of the Lake was helping Chloe and Ethan escape, a battle was taking place at a clearing in the forest.

"What's wrong, Witch?" Fortis Dud laughed as he held his wand at the ready. "You think you've gotten rid of me, have you?"

"You're a hateful man!" Nicole sneered. "Why are you getting in my way?"

"Because it's fun," Fortis Dud replied in a heartbeat. "Don't worry. I won't ask for any compensation from the time you tried to ambush me. Better luck next time, okay?"

Nicole hatefully unleashed her killing spell, which she had personally created in order to kill Fortis Dud's ghost.

However, the Founder of Brynhildr Academy was slippier than an eel, dodging her spell as if he had known that it was coming.

"Nice try," Fortis Dud chuckled. "Are you feeling anemic today? Have you not drunk enough blood? This is what you get for not going out in the sun."

"Gelida Regnum!" Nicole shouted, and the world around her turned into a frozen field.

Even the rain falling from the sky turned into countless pin-like ice shards, which soon surrounded Fortis Dud and formed a spiny cage.

"Die!" Nicole shouted as she waved her wand, sending countless ice needles that seemed unending toward her adversary.

"Contego!" Fortis Dud created a blue barrier around him, preventing the ice needles from turning him into a pin cushion.

A second later, he pointed his wand toward Nicole and chanted another spell.

"Repello!"

The Ice Needles that were falling toward him were blown away and were sent flying back to Nicole.

The Witch of the East simply stomped her foot, creating an Ice Wall to block the attacks that had been returned in her direction.

She then waited for the next attack to come. But after waiting for a few seconds, nothing happened.

A frown appeared on her face as she undid the Ice Wall in front of her.

She half expected that Fortis Dud would launch his attack as soon as she lowered her guard,

but to her surprise, the annoying Wizard was nowhere to be seen.

Thinking that her foe was just hiding to launch a sneak attack at her, she made sure to scan her surroundings with her wand at the ready.

But no matter how long she waited, the hateful Wizard never appeared.

Suddenly, a thought came to mind, making her eyes widen in shock.

She then hastily retreated and returned to her cottage, intending to confirm whether her suspicion was right.

The moment she entered her cottage and saw that Ethan was no longer on the bed, an angry scream escaped her lips.

She then glanced at the ashes of her canvas, as well as the muddy boot prints on the floor.

Thinking that there was still hope, she tried to follow the traces that were left behind.

But after stepping out of her cottage, there were no longer any tracks she could follow. It was as if they were hidden away by magic.

Once again, a scream filled with frustration escaped her lips. The person whom she had been waiting for, who would realize her dream, had slipped away from her grasp and was nowhere

to be found.

Perhaps laughing at her circumstances, thunder boomed continuously in the sky.

Making the Witch of the East angrier with each passing second.