“Sire, the mages have gathered at your command,” says the general commander of the mages as he bows down to the king at the throne.

The old king looks over the men endowed in red and black magical robes similar to that of the red witch. These men are the most powerful mages in all of the kingdom second only to the royal elite. They too bow down in succession.

“My king, should we really dispense this many mages for a single witch?” says one lord.

“I think Lord Mo Ron is just being a little cautious because he nearly lost his life,” says another lord both of which look down on the fat lord for suggesting they amp up the security around the royalty.

The fat lord was speaking from experience and he was in no doubt the only one among the lords who had indeed experienced the chaos that ensued at the prison grounds.

“Sire, please forgive my indulgence for i cannot fathom what she might do if we let our guards down for even a moment,” he looks at the other lords who sneer at his fat belly, “w-we need to be cautious!” he says that last bit in a heightened tone.

“My king, each of these mages is imbued with a crystal catalyst that makes them nigh unbeatable even when faced with countless monsters in the wild, it goes without saying that these men are the most powerful mages in the kingdom, you cannot seriously be entertaining this?”

Frustration grows in the royal palace.

The king raises his hand and the room goes silent.

“I don’t doubt that our mages are indeed powerful, but I simply cannot ignore the fears of lord Mo Ron.”

“My king, no one has ever survived an Emagication not even the most powerful sorcerers, it’s impossible for a mere low-class mage to survive it, it is simply inconceivable, my king.”

“Though that might be true, Molder, lord Mo Ron is the only one among us that has witnessed it,” the king looks over the frustrated lord.

“Perhaps lord Mo Ron mistook what he saw,” Molder adds.

“Perhaps, but are you willing to lay down your life to prove him wrong?” he lowers he gaze.

“Uh, t-that is far too extreme to even happen, there are this many mages here what can a simple mage do against their might?”

“Exactly.”

Caught off guard the lord simply gives in to simple reasoning and sits silently on his chair.

Lord Mo Ron smirks.

“Tse,” Molder hisses and looks away while fisting his hand under the table.

After a brief silence, another mage breaks the silence, “my king according to the report, it’s said that the witch was able to draw out the power of the sceptre, and I find that hard to believe. Nothing about this girl sounds legitimate. The reports themselves sound questionable let alone the fact that a simple mage is said to do things that even the legendary mages cannot archive. My king…”

The king holds out his hand again, “I hear all of your sentiments but it still leads us nowhere to argue among ourselves like this. It is said that seeing is believing and so we will have to trust our eyes and see for ourselves if the rumors are indeed true.”

A soldier comes up to the throne and whispers something into the ears of the king and soon he walks away out of view.

“The red witch is here.”

***

Roz, tied up in the carriage twists around the ropes one more time but this too proves unsuccessful. They are tough and won’t budge.

“Enough trying to get those off of you, witch, they won’t come off,” sneers the guard with an off-putting smirk. “Just give up and quietly wait for your execution.”

Roz pays it no heed and just rolls a bit to the side to change position and lessen the fatigue on the other side of his little body.

He can feel the never-ending stares on his body coming from the guard almost like it’s a super sense.

Damn, girls have it rough.

“Such a waste…”

He sheds a tear inwardly to the loss of this feminine body that he too won’t get to enjoy.

I feel your pain my dude.

Up until now he hasn’t gotten a chance to enjoying it, he won’t even look at it. Correction the original owner of this body won’t let him. She pops out of no where and overpowers him when it comes to protecting her chastity. Why are women so uptight when it comes to covering up their body?

“I can hear you, you know,” adds Rayer in his mind. The feeling of frustration is plastered on his face.

“…”

“Hold! Bring her out,” commands someone from outside the carriage.

There is some commotion outside and soon the lock is unlocked and the carriage door open up revealing a crowd of soldiers standing firm with spears in their hands. Some are mages holding wands and the rest wield swords. All of which hold them for one purpose… To kill him, should he give them a reason.

The guard in the carriage drags him out like a prisoner he shows no remorse. “Move filth.” Roz is dragged out and the soldiers’ weapons follow suit. They keep them pointed at his face and anywhere it would hurt.

“I am just a little girl you know,” he throws a joke at the soldiers and it’s met in kind.

A kick plants it ‘self into his stomach. It stings. “F*ck!”

“I said move you filthy witch!” yells the guard and he hopeless does as he’s told.

With his body in pain, mind exhausted and hungry for magic something he could never have expected ensues. It’s faint and barely detectable but it’s really there.

The aftermath of several layers of suppressive magic will deem any shred of your existence naught and you can be considered dead but this is really happening….

“MY DEAR OLD FRIEND… ROZA…IF YOU CAN HEAR ME…FREE ME,” A thunderous voice resonates into his mind.

Found you. He grins.