Chapter 335 - Agatha (33) (1/2)

Agatha woke up from the unpleasant nightmare several hours later. The moment she opened her eyes, what greeted her was the familiar canopy of her luxurious bed.

She was back to her grand room in the palace?

The woman blinked repeatedly for some time to get a hold of herself. Afterward, she breathed a sigh of relief.

She forcibly willed for the horrible images in her mind to disappear as there was no way she would want to have any memories of the nightmare she just experienced. When her mood and mind were back to tranquility, she covered her eyes using one of her arms, a smile of relief about to form on her lips.

But just when she was about to laugh in joy after finding that at least the whole ordeal was only a nightmare, a soft playful voice drifted into her ears.

”Hi! I'm glad you have woken up, my dear old hag.”

'What?' Agatha's pupil dilated and her body automatically got up. And that had been a bad move because it woke her up to the reality that every inch of her skin had wounds or bruises and there was no part of her body that was not aching.

”Aaahhhh!” The villainess screamed from the sudden assault of pain that came crashing to her like a wave. She started to tremble.

Margarette sat on the stool by the bedside, elegantly checking her fingernails that had just been painted red by one of Agatha's ladies in waiting. She was indifferent to the cries of pain of the other woman. But of course, the same could not be said about the maids.

”Your Highness!” Each of them called out one by one, greatly irritating the princess. She mumbled with discontent, ”It's not like she's dying. If she wants to, she can even heal herself.”

Agatha heard what the girl had just said and laboriously turned her head to her, wearing an expression of disbelief.

A couple of seconds later, she regained her wits and realized what just took place. As she couldn't let the maids have any recollection of the teenage witch mentioning she could heal herself, she had to forcibly ignore the unsettling discomfort and erase the memories of the people around her.

After the energy-draining task, the villainess panted while throwing dagger-like stares at the girl. Heaven knew how much she wanted to kill this person. Yet fear was also blossoming in her heart, reminding her that what she suffered in her nightmare were no products of her imagination.

Margarette only reacted with a provocative smile at the glare she was receiving. Footsteps echoed outside and the lovely arc on her lips became very sincere and happy.

It was Jiang Li who came in, and Agatha almost held her breath seeing that nobody obstructed him even though they were at the palace. What did that imply? Simply that the two were a lot more powerful than expected!

”Who are you? Are you two from the outside?”