Mated to the Mad Lord-Chapter 260: Similar Magic Aura

But Henry had just returned to Violet’s side when the voice rang out again, this time from a different position—much closer to them in a way that made Violet flinch, despite her efforts not to. Even Henry dug his hand into the holster on his waist, his eyes filled with wariness.

He might not be able to see whoever was speaking, but he was goddamn sure that five bullets were enough to burst open their brain if they became an enemy and attacked.

"The vial is already on the table! He should drink the entire thing, and he’ll be fine!" the voice said. Violet was a bit taken aback as she shifted her gaze and saw that, indeed, a small black vial had appeared on the table right in front of them.

Also, the box Henry had just placed on the table was completely gone, showing that it had been taken.

Violet nodded her head, though she didn’t dare step forward to pick up the vial. This time, it was Uva who carefully stepped forward, her face still fixed on the ground with a worried expression as she picked up the vial. She was about to step back from the table at the center when the voice spoke again.

"...If you need to awaken the full extent of your magic, all you need to do is come here! I’ll teach you myself!" the witch said before the room dissolved into complete silence.

Violet didn’t respond, waiting for the voice to continue speaking, only to feel Uva pull lightly on her long sleeves, signaling her to turn around and leave. Violet didn’t hesitate—the entire situation was too creepy to stand. Moreover, the last thing she wanted was for Henry to find out that she was also a witch. It was already enough that Uva was the one being suspected.

They had just stepped out when all of them visibly breathed a sigh of relief. Henry took the place of the driver, while Uva and Violet hurriedly got into the car, heading straight back to Cain’s mansion with the hope that everything was as they had left it.

Back in the dark and creepy old restaurant, with its rusty wooden chairs and surfaces covered in so much dust that they were screaming to be cleaned, the three of them had just walked out, the sound of car engines still fading away. When a woman slowly became visible, her entire body showing from her head to the bottom of her feet.

She wore a heavy dark cloak that seemed substantial enough to eliminate the need for any other clothing underneath. Her face was middle-aged, with pale white hair that reached her shoulders. Her eyes were slightly sunken, with heavy bags that showed both her age and the amount of time she spent without sleep. She moved closer to the center of the restaurant with a slight smile on her face.

Snapping her fingers, the box she had made disappear slowly reappeared, as the consumption of magic was much less than actually changing its location. Like a kid who had just found a new toy to play with, she hurriedly pried open the box, having confirmed from the smell alone that it was truly what she wanted and had been trying to obtain—but had found impossible.

Which parent would allow the blood of their young children to be drawn, not to mention werewolves, who are sensitive to blood!

A look of regret flashed on her face as she realized that if she had known she would be able to get such a large batch, she wouldn’t have spent the amount of money she did trying to bribe corrupt doctors who could only give her the bare minimum.

She had just dipped her hand into the box, about to bring out a big bottle, when her body suddenly jerked to the side. A wary look crossed her face as she went completely still, her eyes scrunched together.

There was nothing there, but still, she didn’t shift her gaze away from the part of the wall she stared at. She had just opened her mouth, about to start mumbling a spell under her breath, when she suddenly saw the body of a woman appear in front of her, a few feet away.

The face was young, but it was the purple eyes that instantly made her guard go up even higher than it already was. She stepped forward and to the side, using her body to protect the box on the table as she glared at the intruder. But her eyes widened in recognition and shock a second later.

Instantly, she dropped her head and fell to her knees.

"Lady June!" she greeted, her knees touching the ground.

The woman she greeted, with a black hood on her head—though not big enough to cover her face—raised her hands to lower it. A small, subtle smile played on her lips as she stepped forward, speaking in a low and sly tone as she walked past Saurine, who still knelt on the ground, not daring to lift her head.

"Saurine! You did as I asked, yes?" Lady June asked, and Saurine nodded her head frantically, like a dog desperately trying to please her master.

"Yes! I concocted the vial in the exact proportions you asked. There’s no way he’ll ever be—"

"That’s good! That’s good!" Lady June nodded in satisfaction, moving closer to the box and staring into it, though she didn’t bother to pick it up.

Saurine, who knelt on the ground, didn’t dare to show even the slightest look of dissatisfaction on her face as she continued to kneel.

All seven coven witches were reportedly equal, but the truth was much grander than that. Lady June was not only the oldest among them but had also been the one to nurture most of them. The power she wielded was so immense it couldn’t be compared to Saurine’s in the slightest, especially since she continuously maintained her youth—something that was especially harder for them after a couple of centuries.

Not only that, her magic was just as powerful, regardless of the passage of time—something that was both shocking and awe-inspiring.

"They gave me the prize I asked for! It’s yours, of course, my lady!" Saurine said, blatantly offering it to her, aware that if Lady June wanted, she could simply take it—and worse, she could take her head too.

As powerful as Lady June was known to be...her ruthlessness was even more renowned. Saurine knelt there, unaware of what was going through her mind, but regardless, she continued to speak.

"I-I also felt a trace of your magic on that young woman! Lord Cain’s lover!" Saurine pointed out.

"It-it had the same aura!" But she was barely done speaking when she shivered, feeling the intensity of Lady June’s focus settle on her. Her purple eyes blazed with even more intensity than before, enough to make the air around her thrum with magic that had yet to be unleashed.

"What?" Lady June snapped in a tone that clearly said that if even the slightest lie was caught coming out of her mouth, she might as well forget ever using her tongue again.

"I-I’m not sure because her magic is unawakened, but I am confident that she is related to you in some sort of way!" Saurine replied, her head lowered. One would think someone like her, who had lived for so long, wouldn’t have to face such humiliation.

It angered her beyond words, but at the same time, she knew her place. She was weak...and so she bowed and waited, like she was supposed to, until she heard Lady June speak again.

"DO NOTHING! I’LL PROBE HER MYSELF!" she said, disappearing in the same way she had arrived. This time, noting the lightness of the air, Saurine was convinced that she was truly gone.

"Teleportation?" she gasped, aware that even if she were using a scroll, it was too extravagant. Even with all her centuries of wealth, she only had three life-saving ones she had managed to craft.

Her gaze settled back on the blood, relieved to see that it had yet to be taken. She desperately hoped that it would give her the powers of youth she needed to craft into a potion for her use.