Chapter 493 -Against the witch

Standing at the center of the grassy plain, two beautiful women were facing off against each other. Their eyes showcasing absolutely no malice but instead, a growing curiosity mixed together with the hint of mischievousness. 

As the gentle wind blew gently behind her, Sara's purple locks fluttered in the air. Taking the initiative as the Young Mistress of the Mansion, she felt that she had to uphold herself to at least a modicum of the pride her family should deserve.

Sara was smiling, as she looked at the woman standing in front of her. The female mercenary, the first of the Silver Howls to face their group was roughly of equal height, with a slender, lithe body. Her matte black, slightly more than shoulder-length hair was combed and braided into a small bun at the back of her head. 

Looking at each other for a while, the women were the first to speak up as she gazed over Sara's empty hands resting at her sides.