As she spoke, a blood-colored ball appeared in Isabella's hand, wrapping Naga's head inside, and finally slowly solidified.
Among the blood cells, there was a blond woman with wide eyes, filled with surprise and farewell.
Like a wax work of art.
However, this artwork has an additional bloody shell.
"Look, what a beautiful expression." Isabella said with a smile: "This is probably the most interesting thing I have collected recently."
"You!" Shadow witnessed this scene angrily, closing his eyes to suppress his anger.
But Shadow is still young after all. Although experience has made his character tend to be in line with the mainstream values ​​​​of the wizarding world, time has not smoothed out the edges and corners of his heart.
Hot-blooded impulse has not yet become synonymous with the past, and it is sometimes difficult for reason to defeat emotion.
The shadow pressed again and again, until blood-stained tears fell from his eyes. Finally he couldn't bear it any longer, and a hoarse voice came out from between his teeth: "Old witch!"
Chapter completed!