Little Tyrant Doesn't Want to Meet with a Bad End Chapter 426.1: I Won’t Let You Go (1)

Roel found himself standing outside a grand city to the backdrop of a night sky. He could vaguely hear a bell chiming in the far distance.

Anyone else would have been baffled to have suddenly been transported from the rural wilderness into an urban city, but Roel gave nary a reaction. He had somewhat expected something like this to happen.

He knew his way around since it wasn’t his first time here.

He entered the imposing city gates, passed by the empty city square, and walked through an elaborately decorated corridor. In the end, he arrived before a set of doors.

Creak!

As the doors opened, a beam of light shone through, expanding wider until everything came into sight.

It was a room containing a beautiful flower field and a throne on a pedestal.

This was the place where Roel and Artasia first met and pitted their wits against each other. It was after several clashes that they decided to seal a contract, thus resulting in their current relationship.

But this time, the witch waiting for him on the other side of the door wasn’t enigmatic but brooding. He was aware of the reason behind her different attitude.

A trace of golden had started spreading in the throne room, rising from the corners of the wall. The affliction wasn’t just limited to this place; an entire half of the city was already shrouded in the same golden aura.

There was no physical destruction as they weren’t in the real world, but it showed how pessimistic the situation was.

Once the golden aura completely filled the land, the Witch Queen would lose her jurisdiction over this place. That would sever their connection and suspend their contract. Once that happened, Artasia wouldn’t be able to manifest beside him as and when she liked. He wouldn’t be able to borrow her powers either.

This would continue till the golden aura receded or when Roel finally succumbed to the golden aura.

Roel was aware of this consequence when he made his choice, but he still felt guilt-ridden toward the Witch Queen sitting atop the throne.

“For the final meeting bef

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