Chapter 13 | Magician's Spell
"You cunning witch!"

Dyra blinked his eyes repeatedly when he saw the crowd in front of him. He looked around for the source they mentioned. However, the sentence was uttered again as if it was directed at him.

Their faces looked grim looking at Dyra sharply, as if there were many unforgivable mistakes.

"Where is your promise?" asked a bearded man in a high pitched voice.

"What promise?" asked Dyra not understanding.

The man snorted, then his laughter was accompanied by his friends in unison. Dyra looked at them one by one not understanding what he meant.

"Silly stupid witch! Are you pretending to forget or are you already senile? The age factor is approaching thousands of years ago?" one of them asked, the man with the thin mustache snickering.

The girl's forehead showed a smooth stroke, not understanding what they were saying. Witch? Cunning? How could she be a spellcaster girl? Then, regarding the age factor, there seems to be a mistake because Dyra is still in his teens. Sti
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