Quick Transmigration: Saving The Crazy Villainess

Chapter 334: Agatha (32)



Chapter 334: Agatha (32)

After the enraged shout, Agatha had seemingly forgotten about Jiang Li and threw several bottles of poisons at Margarette in quick succession. The darkness of the night had affected her vision, although not as bad as an ordinary person, so when she did not hear screams from the target that she wanted to kill, she also began throwing poisonous darts in the same direction after running out of poison.

The witchy villainess looked really mad. Her chest kept heaving. For the prideful her, the humiliation had been too much so she felt nothing but killing intent for the girl who had insulted her and damaged her pride.

'She should die! She must die!'

Sounds of precious glass vials exploding and liquid splashing echoed out, the sizzling noises making Jiang Li's face colder than ever.

Behind the villainess, the two other witches had been long petrified. It was not that they dared not breathe, but they were feeling so suffocated due to the air of murder coming from the youth's body that was only locked onto them.

"Don't interfere." They heard. Interfere? Does it mean not to follow Agatha's order? Or not to rush out to stop the royal consort and remind her of the youth's presence? 

As the gears in their brain turned, they quickly realized that something was wrong. Why would a very strong magician who could even restrain their leader refrained from moving and even forbade them from taking action? From the beginning, it should be as easy as pie for him to stop the royal consort in the first place. However, instead of helping the young lady or restraining the rampaging witch, he was merely standing in his original place with no intention to move. It was making them confused.

For the answer, their worried gazes first landed on Agatha, before going to the girl accompanying the youth.

"Your Highness! Dangerous!" The urge to shout a warning to the royal consort filled their hearts. In fact, their mouths opened up and moved as they were still under the impression that they could speak. Reality hit them hard though, proving them that they were wrong as no matter how they willed it or tapped on their throats, no sound ever came out of them.

Their gazes that were full of fear went back to the youth who was watching silently on the side with his arms crossed above his chest. The two must have the notion that Agatha's life and safety were more important than theirs so upon discovering that they couldn't speak, they let their eyes do the pleading for them.

But would Jiang Li care?

His silence said it all. His eyes that were cold yet hinting ridicule said it all.

'Pleading for mercy? She's my saving target so no problem. But later, once this disobedient old hag is beaten until half-death.'

Margarette inherited Jiang Ying Yue's memories, and that included her knowledge in witchcraft.

Not long after, the girl emerged from the shadows, the scant moonlight passing through the canopy of the dark forest shone on her face and added more charm on her immaculate appearance. But those watching, apart from one, was not really given the time to appreciate her exquisite beauty. Why? Because she finally showed why Jiang Li did not have to meddle. She was also a witch! A terrific one at that!

Even if Margarette was not as great as the Zhou dynasty witch whose arts had been perfected, she was at least not inferior to Agatha considering that she was seeing the memories since she was seven years old. This meant even if her own practice had not yet reach Jiang Ying Yue's, the wealth of knowledge still existed.

Between a person caught off-guard and one who had seized the initiative, it was not difficult the guess the outcome. 

In just a minute, the girl had pinpointed all the weaknesses in Agatha's craft and overpowered her. The latter had no choice but to sober up under the relentless battering, her face paling after realizing she ran out of items, the other party was not injured, and that she was being bitten relentlessly by hordes of flying mosquitoes and bees.

Beads of sweat running down her cheeks despite the cold temperature of the place, the villainess kept screaming. She who had been thrown face-first on the ground slowly looked up at the girl in disbelief, "Y-your insect horde control Just... what are you...? I-It's not from Mu continent! You picked up your witchcraft from outsiders!!!"

The female lead who looked more villainous than the real villainess raised her leg and kicked the royal consort on the stomach. There was no whatsoever emotion in her face as the one underneath her feet groaned and protested in pain.

"Old hag. Hey, look at your face. You must be planning to lecture me, no? About what kind of disgrace am I to learn a craft that is not from some fallen angel. Save it. Didn't I say it a while back? I hate being lectured, especially by nobodies."

Her reply was a confirmation that her power was not from some local deity or angel. It was the truth anyway since Jiang Ying Yue was technically from an empire on the eastern side of the world, albeit from an era unknown.

Another stomp followed, and after that was another shriek. 

As usual, the two frightened servants were trying to break free from the petrification spell that was cast on them. When they went along with Agatha to escort out the two uninvited participants, they were simply thinking there wouldn't be any fight considering their lady's high position. Yet, this happened. It was hard for the other witches to accept that the royal consort, the greatest genius of their coven, was treated like this by somebody so much younger.

"Husband. Should I stop now?" Seeing that Agatha who was covered by all sorts of wounds, bite marks, and bruises from face to toe was no longer making any sound, the girl gave Jiang Li a soft smile.

Again, the petrified witches pleadingly looked at him.

But he only shrugged and said, "It's up to you, girl. Although I can see that you haven't had enough fun. How about you feed her a healing potion and then begin beating her up again?" He turned to the witches who seemed to want to say something. "Any objections?"

For a few seconds, the two were granted permission to speak and they hurriedly took that chance to cry out, "Great Sir! Please, no!!! We beg you!"

After hearing what they chorused, Margarette saw her husband nod. Then he muted the two again before telling her, "Okay. I'm done hearing them. Go on."

Both corners of her lips lifted up. She sweetly replied, "Well, coincidentally, I'm really not yet done venting my anger at her."

Jiang Li gestured laughingly. The female lead, thinking it was a wife's duty to listen to her spouse, obediently complied. The gaze she was giving the villainess as she stuffed some healing herbs into the woman's mouth was as placid as the waters of a dead lake. In her mind, she was laughing coldly.

In actuality, her anger was not purely because her extreme territorialism was provoked. With or without the woman stealing numerous glances of her husband, she would do this. After all, back in the meeting, Agatha tried to instigate the other witches to gang up against them and kill Jiang Li. That was what had infuriated Margarette greatly.

Although she asked Jiang Li to spare the lives of the people there, it was only a front, her act of cooperating in his plans. However, deep inside, she was seething in rage seeing the deeds of the woman her husband would one day assist in escaping a calamity. How dare she? After plotting Jiang Li's death, how was she worthy of receiving help?

Now that they were the only ones in the vicinity and the other powerful witches were far from them, she no longer had to fear receiving joint attacks from the other members of the coven. So she began her retaliation. 

'You want me die, right? Don't worry, woman. I'm no copy-cat, so I won't want your death.' When the royal consort began coughing, regaining her consciousness, the female lead began another round of torture. It was what she meant when she said Agatha's life was not what she wanted. 

Jiang Li was obviously not against the idea since it was him who suggested healing Agatha. The goal was to allow Margarette to have blemishless skin to cut and intact bones to break.

What? The woman was someone he was supposed to take care of and steer away from destruction, and not torture?

Ah. Sorry, he had temporary amnesia... and he only planned to remember after another hour or two.

Probably when his own displeasure for being schemed again had faded, and the villainess completely learned her lesson. 


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