Alpha's Rejected Mate Returns as Queen

413 A Move Higher

Selma Payne’s POV:

There was no doubt that Kafka was a cunning and powerful wizard. I could find his traces from his magic fluctuations, so he would have taken precautions against such an apparent loophole. One of us was searching while the other was hiding. We had inexplicably fallen into a strange balance.

However, I didn’t have much time to waste.

Just as we were in a stalemate, I suddenly heard my companions’ shouts not far away. Eve and the others had come!

“Your Highness, what’s the situation? Are we too late?” Eve shouted from a distance.

“You’re not late. You’ve come at the right time!” I replied to them. At the same time, a plan slowly formed in my mind.

The open space in front of the north gate was very wide. There were countless plants in addition to the craggy rocks and cliffs. I didn’t know how long it would take for me to play hide-and-seek with Kafka aimlessly.

Eve, Klein, a few werewolf members, and elven soldiers soon arrived at the quiet ‘battlefield’. While maintaining the light cocoon’s dying life force, I silently wrapped New Flow around my companions.

I didn’t say anything; they didn’t need to know anything. A temporary and wonderful tacit understanding was born from the catalyst of the battlefield. I didn’t need to explain anything as they silently dispersed with my hand signal.

The creator of the light cocoon couldn’t leave the fifty-meter radius of the light cocoon, which meant that the range of Kafka’s activity was limited. The light cocoon was a destruction machine for Garland City but also a restriction for him.

Obviously, New Flow couldn’t travel through space. It could only move about in the current dimension, which meant I couldn’t use the same method I used to capture the mutated werewolves to search for Kafka.

However, he couldn’t stay in a fixed space forever. I didn’t know if it was because of the restriction of this spell or some other reason, but who cares? In short, this kind of spatial magic that was almost impossible to deal with gave me a chance to break out of this situation because of this minor flaw.

When Kafka was changing dimensions, there would be magic fluctuations. This kind of large movement was less stable than maintaining the light cocoon. Previously, I had used this method to determine Kafka’s position, but due to the distance and time, he had escaped every time.

Now, we’d divided the space within a 100-meter radius according to the number of people we have. This way, the distance that each person had to share was within our capabilities. No matter where Kafka was, we’d have enough time to switch spaces.

The situation had been completely reversed, and it was only a matter of time before he was caught.

Ten seconds passed.

Twelve seconds.

Fifteen seconds ...

Suddenly, I sensed a violent fluctuation from the light cocoon. Almost at the same time, the dying monster began to dissipate rapidly.

Kafka forcefully cut off the connection with the light cocoon. He discovered our plan and was running away!

However, this also meant that he would perform a spatial transformation in the next second. I immediately roared in anger, and my companions’ spirits were lifted.

The next moment, I felt obvious magic fluctuations coming from behind Klein.

“Klein! Behind you!”

I immediately warned Klein to be careful, and New Flow, wrapped around him, swarmed him.

He was a cunning rat, but even the most cunning rat would fall into a trap one day. I almost let him escape. He tried to use Klein to distract me, but just as he was about to disappear, New Flow caught one of his fingers and swarmed him, instantly wrapping him up.

New Flow continuously devoured magic power, and of course, Kafka’s space magic failed.

He fell hard on the ground and could no longer maintain his composure. Without the protection of his spells, he was easily wounded by the tight river and the rough ground, which made it even more difficult for him to move.

Kafka had just attacked Klein, so Eve had pulled him aside for an examination. I slowly walked to Kafka and chuckled as I looked at his face that was no longer calm. “Thank you for letting me win, Sir. It seems that I’m one step ahead of you.”

Kafka had no choice but to turn over and say while gasping, “Perhaps, Your Highness. You’ve made me see you in a new light.”

“It’s really offensive for trash like you to look at me in such a high respect.” I kicked him in the ribs. It wouldn’t hurt him, but it was enough to stop him from saying anything weird. “Your doomsday is coming, the famous night magus. For your evil deeds at this moment, for the heinous sins you have committed before.”

He didn’t panic. A pervert like him, who had been infected by evil, might have long scoffed at the so-called punishment and life and death. I didn’t waste any more time talking to him. I asked New Flow to wrap him up a few times more tightly, then took him and my companions to the shelter.

Even though I was mentally prepared, I was still shocked by what I saw in Garland City. The light cocoon lived up to its reputation from the Wolf-Witch war. Almost half of the city razed to the ground in just a short while.