"Enter formation!" the Witch Mother shouted shortly after summoning the black chains.

In that instant, the Fallen Witches quickly surrounded the dragon lord.

The Fallen Witches summoned smaller black chains before attaching them to the larger black chains binding the dragon lord, allowing them to channel power and reinforce the restraining spell.

Nevertheless, the dragon lord calmly allowed himself to be chained without a hint of resistance. Despite having his movements restricted, the dragon lord remained casual and indifferent to the spell.

At the same time, a portion of the Fallen Witches fired numerous offensive spells at him while his movements were restrained.

However, they were all useless.

Not only did his True Dragon body have an extremely high level of defense, but he also had a great degree of resistance to all magic.

The Fallen Witches simply couldn't hurt him.

"The dragon is too strong.." one of the Fallen Witches despaired as she witnessed the futility of her struggle.

Nevertheless, Lord Narvim continued to endure the barrage of attack magic with a nonchalant attitude. He showed more interest in the restraining spell.

"Dark Chains, huh? You black witches certainly have some tricks prepared. This Lord is a little interested. However, you have chosen to defy this Lord, and thus, chosen death!" Lord Narvim stated sternly before preparing to shatter the dark chains.

However, the black chains, which he didn't give much attention to, were slightly more sturdy than he expected.

When he tried to break free from the black chains, red runes emerged on the surface of the black chains, amplifying their restraining power in proportion to his resistance.

"Hm? A double-layered spell, huh? Using Dark Chains and Rune Magic? No, this is Ancient Magic!" Lord Narvim concluded. His gaze turned slightly more serious before he scrutinized the Witch Mother. "Who are you? A human of your level shouldn't have any access to the Ancient Magic knowledge, let alone use them!"

"Me? I'm just a human doing everything she can to survive, Your Excellency," the Witch Mother casually replied before saying, "Since you know this is Ancient Magic, you should also know that this is Rank 5 Ancient Magic."

"Even if it's you, it will take you some time to break free from it, Your Excellency," the Witch Mother stated.

"Yes, this Lord must admit that your Ancient Magic has exceeded this Lord's expectation," Lord Narvim acknowledged and said, "If this Lord was just any normal Rank 5 being, this Rank 5 Ancient Magic might cause this Lord some inconvenience."

"However, this Lord is no ordinary Rank 5 being, but a Mid-level Rank 5 True Dragon. Therefore, this Lord just has to exert slightly more effort to break this ancient spell."

"And when that happens, I will just have to cast another Rank 5 ancient spell to keep there, Your Excellency," the Witch Mother firmly stated before adding, "Since it's Ancient Magic, I can cast it as many times as I want regardless of my rank and mana reserve!"

"Foolish witch. Do you really think there are no consequences if you use Ancient Magic without reservation?" Lord Narvim snorted in contempt.

"You are directly interfering with the Heavenly Laws and burning up your power of existence. Once your existence dries up, you will cease to exist with no hope of reincarnating!"

"Furthermore, you are relying on your fellow black witches to reinforce your ancient spell. After their mana runs out, what next? Burn their life force? Do you think they can survive if this Lord breaks your ancient spell repeatedly?" Lord Narvim questioned her.

"Perhaps not. But do you think we will just sit still and wait for that to happen, Your Excellency?" the Witch Mother responded before mentioning, "It is clear that you have a reason why you have to wipe our memories. You don't want others to know about your dragon tribe.

"Thus, what do you think will happen if I keep you here and send my people to spread the news about your tribe across both the continent and Gehenna, Your Excellency? You wouldn't want that, right?" the Witch Mother guessed.

"Are you threatening this Lord, Witch?" Lord Narvim questioned her in a stern and solemn tone.

"Not at all." The Witch Mother shook her head and said, "I don't dare to threaten you, nor do I want to fight you, Your Excellency. However, you've left us with no choice. You put your interests above ours. I am simply trying to realign our interests."

"I'm sure we could work out something we can both agree on if we just talk, Your Excellency," the Witch Mother stated.

The Rank 5 True Dragon had the power to wipe every one of them out, but that didn't mean they would just go down quietly.

No, they can create trouble for the True Dragons before they die!

Lord Narvim stared at the Witch Mother silently for some time before he uttered, "You had my curiosity. Now you have my attention."historical

"Speak! What suggestions do you have, Witch?" Lord Narvim urged her.

"I'm sure Contract Magic is child's play to a powerful and grand True Dragon such as yourself, Your Excellency," the Witch Mother mentioned before suggesting, "Instead of wiping our memories, we can enter a contract that prevents us from spreading the news of your dragon tribe's existence."

"That's indeed an alternative solution. This Lord can agree to use Contract Magic instead of wiping your memories," Lord Narvim approved before suddenly adding with a stern look, "However, the two black witches you are protecting still have to be trialed for their crimes."

"I'm still not quite sure of the details, Your Excellency. Why don't you tell me exactly what crimes they have committed?" the Witch Mother replied with knitted brows.

"They are involved in the death of a young dragon," Lord Narvim coolly replied before adding, "Although the direct perpetrator has already been judged, they are just as guilty. The young dragon wouldn't have died if they hadn't used their abilities to trespass on this Lord's domain."

"Is there no way you can let them off, Your Excellency?" the Witch Mother pleaded. "After all, you have already judged the direct perpetrator of the young dragon's death."

"You can try convincing this Lord. For example, what can you offer this Lord? And who is your patron?" Lord Narvim asked.

Normal humans shouldn't be privy to Ancient Magic.