"???," Mogiana had just taken a step when the Lake God Witch suddenly felt herself paralyzed, falling helplessly to the ground. "What is happening? How did I..."
"How did you...?" Veronica knelt on one knee, puzzled, as the bedroom door was flung open again.
"Such a lively Winter Festival, oh foolish humans~," came the voice of the dark elf from the doorway. With a ghostly smile, Ollica walked in, "The outcome of the Pale Queen's ritual is decided, and I am the Lord of Fear."
"Impossible, how did you...," Mogiana said incredulously, "Did you drug me? But when?"
"You forgot, when you were chatting, it was I who poured you the beer." The Dark Elf Maid grinned slyly, "This potion activates whenever magic power is used."
"Despicable..." Veronica and Mogiana were quickly bound hand and foot by Ollica with ropes, their eyes blindfolded and mouths gagged with cloth, and then they were placed in the dressing room next to the master bedroom. "Just be my audience!"
