Tangled By Fate

Chapter 510  THE TRUTH

Was that mighty dragon really his wife?

If he didn't see her transformation with his own eyes, he wouldn't believe it. He knew it was her.

However, he started to have second thoughts when he watched her chewing off her enemy.

He lowered his gaze and found the 'owner ring' right beside the bones. It was easy to notice because of the dark smoke that was swirling around the ring.

He came down and picked it up. Finding its original owner, the ring calmed down and the dark smoke disappeared.

After putting on the ring, he kept a close eye on his wife's movement.

The powerful dragon flew into the air while flapping her wing. Arthur had no choice but to follow her.

He was frightened thinking about the fact that she wouldn't become a normal human after he failed to protect her.

"Nica, my princess, please listen to my voice. I know you are in there. Can you look at me please?"

The dragon stopped in her tracks and then turned around. She squinted her eyes and stared at him.

"Nica, the war is over. It's all thanks to you. Let's go home, okay? Catherine is waiting for you there. We have to prepare for her funeral."

Arthur's voice was soft as if he was coaxing her.

The dragon groaned. She seemed sad and angry. She lowered her head and whined in a low tone. Then, she raised her head and looked at him.

Arthur's gaze softly landed on her. He suppressed the uncertainty in his heart and tried to convey his words through his eyes.

The dragon was staring at him but all of a sudden, her eyes became sharper and her gaze became fiercer.

She spread her wings and soared in the sky. This time, she took Arthur along with her.

Arthur was hanging in her claws obediently. He looked down at the battlefield which became smaller and smaller.

This situation reminded him of his childhood when his master was teaching him magic. His master was used to taking him around flying over the towns.

After his master's death, he became the Master of the Magic Tower. No one dared to take him around flying.

He never thought there would be someone who would do that with him again. Especially not his wife.

He didn't have to use magic. Just like before, he was enjoying the ride without doing anything.

However, unlike other times, he simply couldn't enjoy the view. He was curious to find out where his wife was taking him.

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In the meantime, Zinnia and Ironin followed the witches who were escaping.

'I can't believe they made a tunnel under the desert,' Zinnia thought.

The desert was filled with sands but it didn't mean there couldn't be an underground tunnel beneath it.

The witches thought of something that was never done by anyone before. They used their dark magic to create a tunnel.

"I'm so happy that we made this tunnel. This has become our escape route," one of the witches said.

"It's all thanks to our sister. She came up with the plan," another witch said.

The third witch said, "At first, we were mad at her when she came up with the plan. We thought, why would she come up with a stupid idea like that? Why would she want a tunnel when we knew that we would win the war?"

The first witch agreed. "I thought so too. But then, she told us that there would be reinforcement for us. But the reinforcement never came! But at least, we can save our lives."

The second witch stated, "But all the food and clothes came from this tunnel. I wonder who was supplying us with all that."

"It's that sister! I tell you, she is smarter than any of us," the fourth witch said.

Zinnia and Ironin exchanged glances. Although they were quiet, they had the same thought.

'Who can be that witch? Who can come up with an idea that no one ever can? Also, who could be supporting the witches? They were given food and clothes. And reinforcement? Who would do that?'

All these thoughts swirling in Zinnia and Ironin's heads.

'For them to become suddenly so powerful to be able to go against the Master of the Magic Tower directly… someone powerful must have been backing them,' Zinnia thought.

Soon, the tunnel came to an end and they entered a round hall.

A woman was standing in the middle. She was wearing a black gown and a veil was covering her face.

!!!

Zinnia and Ironin became alert.

They were looking for her and indeed, she was here all along.

"Dragon? A dragon!! What on earth is this?!"

The witch in the black dress exclaimed. She didn't sound pleased.

Zinnia could understand her fury.

They went to war thinking that they would win, and they almost won but who would know that the moment of their victory would turn into defeat?

The witches talked among themselves.

They were numerous; enough to defeat an army. Sadly, now there were only thirty to fifty of them. It was heartbreaking.

As much as they hated the defeat, they were also curious about the dragon.

"Who is the dragon?"

"Where did the dragon come from?"

"Why did the dragon appear on the battlefield? Is this the trick the wizards came up with?"

"How could they?!"

As they talked about the dragon, one of the witches raised her voice.

"I know who that dragon is! She is the Mistress of the Magic Tower."

Everybody turned to look at her.

The witch looked young. She had dark skin, a pair of gray eyes and long black hair with multiple braids.

She stepped forward and told them while pointing her finger at the witch in the black dress, "I've seen this sister push the mistress from the sandy tower. The mistress fell and transformed into a dragon."

"Unbelievable!"

"Preposterous!"

"How can a mere lady turn into a dragon? She is lying!"

The witches didn't want to believe her words.

"What she said is true."