C421 But for the Sake of the King

Under the night sky, Witch, who had white hair, looked at the young man who had burned the last of her curse power and sighed expressionlessly. She knew that Roya had already made his choice.

Killing an important person to protect himself or using his life as a bargaining chip to gamble on that sliver of hope, Roya chose the latter. This was not wise in Witch's eyes