Chapter 17: The Hunt

There were precious few things which would have forced the witch hunter to let off the hunt. The rain was not one of them.

As she looked at the sanctuary's outline, wishing that she could get inside without the dragon noticing, she noticed something strange.

There was a mixing of mana going at that time. Nymph mana and a dragon's.

"Hm," she said, as she licked her lips. "It is good to know that someone is having fun."

She was not someone who peeped on people, and yet, she felt curious. Was the nymph pretty? Was the dragon a beefcake?

She let some of her mana inside the sanctuary. Not too much that the dragon would notice. Not too little, that she would not be able to see what was going on.

She looked on, as the dragon pushed himself deeper and deeper into the nymph. The redhead could be no one else but the apple nymph. 

With his blue eyes wide, the slimmer man was arching his back for all he was worth.