Eighty-eight

"Okay." Jannah spoke up as she continued to walk along the top of the rock wall, walking around the town's wall, checking if the wall she created three nights ago had faulty cracks on them, "So far, I haven't seen anything out of the ordinary."

Jeriel raised an eyebrow and let out an unladylike snort, "You think the wall we're walking on is ordinary?"

Jannah returned Jeriel's sassy expression, raising an eyebrow and shooting her little sister a conniving look, "Well, do forgive me because this witchcraft of mine is ordinary in terms of my witch's vocabulary."

Since crude people who had witnessed Jannah's ability showcase kept calling her a witch, the Rafelon sisters had turned it into a joke and laughed about it instead of getting offended and mad about it every time people called her a witch.

"But you're no witch, my lady." Kirie spoke up, her eyebrows furrowed and looking at Jannah, a puzzled look in her eyes.