C35 (1/2)

Marcel's secret weapon was a cute little witch who looked no more than fourteen or fifteen.

Marcel slowly approached Davina and placed his hands on her slender and supple back.

”I think it will be very quiet outside.” Marcel's voice became soft and joyful, as if he were treating his loveliest child.

She did not agree with Marcel's suggestion, but she seemed to feel that there was nothing she could say. She just lightly reminded him, ”Witches don't just know how to use magic.”

”They know that no matter what they want to do, you can feel it, my Davina.”

Witch, Davina, powerful back guard, faithful little companion of Marcel.

The barefoot angel happily accepted Marcel's compliment and continued to sweetly interrogate him, ”And those old guys, they are very dangerous … I don't want them to hurt you. ”

”You mean the ancestors?”

Marcel shook his head confidently, signalling to Davina not to worry, ”Davina, as strong as you... They have no chance. ”

”Yes.” ”I will protect you,” she said, as if Klaus and the others were nothing in her eyes.

Davina was the reason why Marcel was so arrogant and confident.

Davina, the most powerful witch in the French Quarter, was owned by Marcel, and feared by the wizards.

Marcel's smile deepened. The powerful Davina had cast a protective spell on him, so even Klaus couldn't do anything to him.

”Come on, my dear Davina, I'll take you to bed.” Marcel leaned forward and picked up his little angel. His bare feet revealed only Marcel's shadow.

She wanted to protect Marcel, who had given her the chance to live. Marcel was her savior, the only dark knight in the world who would not deceive and betray her.

She seemed to have forgotten to tell him about the mysterious identity of White Dew, but her strength made her proud.

She didn't care about the dew, so it didn't matter whether Marcel knew or not.