Kill through American horror, starting from the witches' coven

"Look! The one and only, the true Supreme Witch is born!"

Myrtle opened her arms and announced the good news with a big laugh.

At this moment, under the surprised gaze of Robb and others, after completing the seven formations, the scars on Cordelia's face, which had been disfigured, miraculously healed instantly, and her pale eyes returned to normal, making her look much younger and more beautiful.

The symbol of the rising Supreme Witch is radiant, energetic, and unprecedentedly healthy body without a single flaw.

Cordelia at the moment perfectly meets this requirement.

When she opened her black and white eyes and looked at everyone with joy, a powerful and unprecedented mana burst out from her body that impressed everyone.

Cordelia was recovering the mana belonging to the new generation of Supreme Witch.

At the same time.

Far away in Alexandria, the Denafi Trust Company, the originally magnificent office was already a river of blood. Fiona, who had just brought the axe killer and had just captured a group of witch hunters, was standing in a pool of blood, smoking comfortably.

Suddenly!

A strong sense of weakness came over her.

Fiona's body tilted and she fell on the desk beside her.

When the axe killer helped her up with concern, she pushed him away impatiently, trembling and stroking her face which was wrinkled more suddenly, and said angrily:

"Who is it! Who passed the seven formations! The Council! Myrtle! Are you so impatient to choose the Supreme Witch? You are good! Very good!"

Fiona thought she was quick enough.

Unexpectedly, Myrtle's gang was even faster.

She had only been away for two days, and everything had been settled.

"Is it Queenie? No! It must be that little bitch Zoe! Do you think this is the end? Not yet! Even if she passes the Seven Formations test, what? I will go back! Take back everything that belongs to me!"

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Accompanied by Fiona's roar, everything in the office was instantly shattered.

......

A new generation of Supreme Witches was born in the Witch Group.

Myrtle left happily and went to tell all the witches the news.

Looking at Cordelia, who was more confident and beautiful than before, Robb was relieved.

Everything went as he expected and ushered in a perfect ending.

With Cordelia, who became the Supreme Witch, Fiona, the time bomb that once frightened him, was no longer a threat.

Not only that, compared to Fiona, who only cared about herself most of the time and helped out when she was interested, Cordelia was easy to talk to and helpful.

With such a familiar and powerful person, if I encounter a difficult-to-deal-with spiritual being in the future, I can always call for support.

Such a thick thigh, I must hug it tightly.

After Cordelia hugged the young witches one by one, she came to Robb and hugged him as usual. Robb hugged her politely and blessed her:

"Congratulations, Cordelia. I believe that the witch group will regain its former glory under your leadership."

Cordelia smiled and said, "This is inseparable from your help. Especially you, Robb, you are the most outstanding young man I have ever seen. If you are willing, I can keep a seat for you in the council."

"Do you have any income? It's best to just take the money and not do anything." Robb said sincerely.

"No problem. This is a reward for you saving the witch and awakening me the night before." Unexpectedly, Cordelia agreed so easily.

Robb has since been promoted from the head of the witch academy security to the director of the witch group.

Although it was just verbal, as the de facto successor to the Supreme Witch, no one would think that she didn't keep her word.

It was a little surprising, but Robb accepted it calmly.

After all, it would be a waste if you didn't take the benefits of only taking money and not doing anything.

"Also be careful of Fiona." Finally, he reminded.

Cordelia sighed slightly: "Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."

......

The next morning.

Spalding, who was in a trance, and Delphi, who looked confused and didn't know where to go, were cleaning up the leftovers after breakfast, while a group of witches and Robb were chatting on the sofa.

Cordelia's expression suddenly changed: "You guys chat, I have something to do upstairs."

After saying that, she pushed the chair away, gave Robb, the only one who noticed something wrong, a reassuring look, and then went upstairs with a calm face.

Fiona is here.

Although Robb didn't sense her arrival, the keen sense of smell brought by the 3.5 physique still made him smell a subtle smell of tobacco.

Everyone in the room was here, and no one was smoking.

Plus, the smell of tobacco was exactlyFiona's usual brand of cigarettes.

Robb was sure that Fiona was here.

But as Cordelia reminded him, this was a battle between two generations of supreme witches.

It would be better for him not to get involved in it, as he was a small person.

But there was a guy he could deal with.

Looking at the looming figure outside the window.

Like Cordelia, Robb told the girls that he had something to do and then walked out.

......

Second floor.

Fiona's bedroom, now Cordelia's room.

When Cordelia pushed the door open, she saw her mother leaning on a chair and smoking.

Unlike before, she was no longer wearing a blonde wig,

The very sparse, almost bald hair was on her head, and with her increasingly old face, she looked even more like she was dying than before.

"Are you surprised? Mother." Cordelia walked over and said lightly.

"Indeed." Fiona spread her hands and smiled helplessly, "I originally planned to let you and Myrtle do the dirty work and find the next Supreme Witch for me. But I didn't expect you to act so quickly, leaving me no chance to kill her in advance. What I didn't expect was..."

"In the end, the next Supreme Witch is your daughter. Does this make it difficult for you to do it?" Cordelia took over the conversation.

Fiona pursed her lips and said self-deprecatingly, "That won't happen."

"Then do it." Cordelia looked at a knife on the table, "This is the knife you used to kill the last Supreme Witch. It's just right to use it here."

Fiona followed Cordelia's gaze, laughed inexplicably, picked up the knife, played with it for a few times, and endured the pain brought by the cancer in her body, whispering:

"Although I have committed many crimes, as a mother, I still can't do such a thing as killing my own daughter with my own hands."

"This knife is for you. Kill me, so that you can inherit everything from the witch group without worries."

Cordelia didn't take it.

She sat opposite Fiona and shook her head, saying, "You want me to help you get rid of it, but I don't have to do that. Your death is approaching, and there is not much time left. I can just wait slowly."