Little Tyrant Doesn't Want to Meet with a Bad End Chapter 616: The Witch Queen’s Promise

Artasia stood amidst the blossoming flowers as her question echoed in the empty palace.

Roel fell silent.

He had met Artasia in his Witness State with Lilian. To defeat an insurmountable enemy, he had little choice but to seek the help of the Witch Queen, but the latter raised a condition, which was to be hosted in Lilian’s body.

He eventually managed to prevent Artasia’s invasion of Lilian’s body by temporarily imbuing Lilian with the trait of a dreamwalker via Astrid’s blood, but this matter left a strong impression on him. In particular, the Witch Queen had shared her wish with him.

Unlike Grandar and Peytra, Artasia desired to be revived in the real world, and the easiest way for her to achieve her goal was to possess another person’s body.

However, it was not as if any body would work for the Witch Queen. By her standards, most prodigies in the world were probably nothing but empty talk. There weren’t many people in the world who could meet her requirements, but Roel and Lilian’s child definitely fit the criteria.

Even Roel was shocked to see such a young child using temporal spells.

Artasia would have noticed the temporal distortion arising from the temporal spell as well, and that was more than enough motive for her to lay her hand on their child.

Roel stared at the Witch Queen with narrowed eyes, whereas the latter continued to examine the flower in her hand with an impassive expression. After a long bout of silence, Roel shook his head and replied, “No, I have no such thought.”

“…Lying is a bad habit, my hero.” Artasia turned around and looked at him in dissatisfaction.

“No, it isn’t a lie,” Roel replied.

He slowly walked up to her in the flower field and stared into her madder-red eyes. Before he knew it, his hand had already reached out to stroke her head.

“Hm?” Artasia widened her eyes in shock.

Roel immediately snapped out of his daze and hurriedly retracted his hand, only for Artasia to grab it on its path of retreat.

“My hero, can you explain what you were doing?”

“Well…”

Roel was at

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