Chapter 555

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Before the white mist arrived.

Flying through the cool, dry air, weaving between lush, broadleaf forests, the forest she accidentally entered was vast— even flying for half a day wouldn’t reveal its end.

This was just another ordinary day for the wandering witch as she leisurely traveled around the world, and also one of the most monotonous journeys she had ever taken.

Originally — it should have been like that.

“Troublesome… this fog seems to be getting thicker…”

In the forest, a slender figure darted through the narrow sky paths, complaining as she dodged tree branches, causing the leaves to rustle with each movement.

What happened?

It all started before the witch entered the forest.

To sum it up, on the other side of the forest lay a country. It was her next destination.

And blocking her way was an expansive forest.

So vast that even traveling with a caravan would take over a week to cross.

But for the witch, who usually flew during her travels, she was confident she could reduce the time spent crossing the forest to less than two days!

Today was the second day.

Victorica thought she’d reach the country on the other side of the forest according to her plan.

But unexpectedly, fog suddenly arose mid-journey.

Without warning, the deep forest became enveloped in eerie white mist.

At first, it was like the gentle morning fog that rises with the sun, pure white and soft. Victorica didn’t pay much attention.

But as time passed, she soon realized something was wrong.

This light fog wasn’t getting thinner as she moved forward.

On the contrary, it was growing denser, almost unnaturally so.

Now, even she could barely see the path ahead.

She kept bumping into tree branches, her gray hair becoming slightly disheveled.

“Seems like there’s nothing else to do but keep moving forward?”

Maintaining a steady flight speed, Victorica couldn’t help but feel frustrated.

With such thick fog, she could barely see beyond five meters, and she suspected she might have gotten lost.

She wasn’t sure if she was still on her original flight path.

If this unexpected fog continued, she might even have to sleep in a tree tonight.

Of course, that was the worst-case scenario, and it hadn’t come to that yet.

There’s an old saying — when you’re lost, stick to one direction. If the area is limited and you’re in good condition, you’ll eventually find your way out.

Victorica usually treated this advice as mere dinner table chatter, but she never imagined she’d actually need to use it one day.

Life is unpredictable…

If only there was someone to listen to her complaints, Victorica would probably confide in them without hesitation.

Thus, the witch, lost in the white mist, began to wander aimlessly.

……

The view suddenly opened up sometime after Victorica made her decision.

As if after enduring countless hardships, she finally broke through that “membrane.”

Surrounded by the eerie fog, the witch, trailing a faint airflow, burst out of the dense mist in one swift motion.

“This is…!?”

A sense of astonishment.

The sight before her left even the experienced witch speechless.

An endless plain stretched out before her, the breeze gently sweeping across the pale green grasslands. The sound of rustling plants reached Victorica’s ears, leaving her at a loss for words to describe the scene.

“I’m certain… there shouldn’t be a plain like this near that forest!?”

Not because she had been there before, but her travel map confirmed it.

The expensive continental map purchased from the Witch Association, meticulously surveyed and drawn by countless witches, if such a map could be wrong, how could the Witch Association maintain its credibility on the continent?

Witches from all countries would scorn the association.

Such a thing couldn’t possibly be wrong…

Victorica maintained her broomstick flight steadily and tidied up her appearance slightly ruffled by the branches.

Once she confirmed she still looked “elegant,” she slowly pulled her travel backpack from her waist and retrieved the Witch Association’s map for inspection.

“Sure enough… this place isn’t recorded on the map.”

From her high vantage point in the open sky, Victorica spotted something further away.

A towering chalk-white spire piercing the cloudless blue sky.

Surrounded by a massive city, the chalk-white tower stood at the center!

The walls protecting the city were impressively thick, even from a distance.

The city’s total area surpassed the borders of some kingdoms.

“Never seen such a magnificent urban landscape. Is this the capital of some country?”

Still hovering in the air, Victorica compared the map with the real scenery but found no match, sparking her interest in the current situation.

Even arriving alone in unfamiliar territory couldn’t instill panic or fear in this witch.

Partially due to her optimistic nature.

And partially due to her formidable strength that inspired awe.

Don’t let Victorica’s delicate demeanor on her broom fool you.

On the continent, the word “witch” symbolizes ultimate power.

Their effortless mastery of magic grants them the ability to single-handedly destroy a nation.

And Victorica, among many witches, belonged to the elite few with exceptional strength.

Her immense “firepower” gave her confidence to handle any emergency!

“Now that there’s no turning back, I guess I’ll have to check out the city ahead～?”

Glancing briefly behind her.

For some reason, the area previously shrouded in thick mist was gradually clearing.

The small hills revealed after the mist dissipated made Victorica squint her eyes.

It seemed the eerie mist existed solely to deliver her, this “lost lamb,” here.

After achieving its purpose, the fog began to dissipate.

This mysterious and eerie phenomenon led Victorica to one conclusion.

— Her arrival here was undoubtedly related to that fog!