The Enchantress's Plan Continued

"Allow me to introduce my wife," explained Lord Modred. "I didn't expect you to have such a hobby," Lord Yashborn chuckled. "Actually, we're kindred spirits. We should have a good chat tonight." "Indeed, when I saw the witch's restraints, I knew Lord Yashborn was one of us. It's just not convenient to discuss in public," Lord Modred also laughed. "Well, to celebrate capturing the witch, I've prepared a feast tonight to welcome Lord Yashborn." With that, he led the green-haired beauty, with his arm around Yashborn's shoulder, out of the cell, laughing heartily. That night, Yashborn and Lord Modred drank themselves into a stupor. Meanwhile, our poor little witch was still bound tightly by golden dragon sinew ropes. Upon arriving at this city, her situation had not improved; instead, she was now shackled all over. Chains from all directions suspended Otilia in the air. Due to the head restraint, the little witch could barely even twitch her pretty little head. *Gulp...* "Haha, then I'll trouble Lord Modred," Yashborn forced a smile, feeling that any further refusal would expose him. "Little witch, you heard that. It's not that I'm not trying, but I can't do anything about this city lord!" "Wuuu." Otilia was so angry she wanted to curse, but the ice silkworm down blocked her mouth, only allowing a seductive moan to escape. Yashborn clearly felt Otilia's rage and was extremely nervous, hoping she could control her anger and prioritize the bigger picture. He never imagined that the little witch was completely bound. As for the story Lord Modred told, he thought Lord Modred must have exaggerated. The burly men took out several circular manacles from a box containing dark gold chains. These manacles were composed of two semicircular steel rings. One guard fastened a manacle onto the little witch's hands, which were already bound tightly behind her back with dragon sinew ropes. Then, he took out an intricate crank and inserted it into a small hole on the side of the manacle. He turned the crank vigorously, round and round, until the manacle was as tight as it could possibly be. "Ugh," Otilia cried out in pain as the manacle bit into her wrists, both painfully tight. But the burly man paid no attention to her feelings. He took out a dark gold chain from the box, about as thick as an adult's thumb. The manacle on the little witch's hand had a perfectly sized loop for a thumb, and he threaded the chain through it, pulling it from left to right until the chain was of equal length on both sides of the loop. Next, they got down to business. The burly man began to wind the chain tightly around the little witch's firmly bound forearm, layer upon layer, until the entire forearm, except for the wrist, was covered by the chain. He then pulled it as tight as he could. Once it could be pulled no further, he secured it with a small lock. "Wuuu." Otilia cried out in pain, feeling as if the chain was digging into her bones. "Hiss! It's stuck so firmly!" Yashborn couldn't tear it off immediately, but he didn't give up. He dabbed a little water on her small, tender lips and smeared it along the edge of the tape. As the tape's edge met the moisture, a small gap appeared. Using this gap, he slowly peeled it off, revealing the little witch's rosy lips. After the tape was removed from the little witch's mouth, he felt that her mouth was bulging, as if there was something inside. However, the little witch was unconscious, so Yashborn decided to open her mouth and remove whatever was inside first. Yashborn's hand touched her lips, intending to open her mouth, but her lips were tightly sealed, and he couldn't open them no matter how hard he tried. Yashborn slapped his forehead, remembering that Otilia's mouth must have been sealed with that adhesive. He quickly took out a bottle of saline solution from his ring and let it flow over the little witch's rosy lips, restoring their pinkness, before he could open her mouth. Indeed, Otilia's mouth was stuffed with a large wad of something that looked like cloth. It was likely magical cloth designed to suppress her voice. After Yashborn pulled out all the cloth wads, he discovered a crystal ball inside her mouth. He recognized it as a magic crystal because he could feel the magic emanating from it. Yashborn took it out and, looking at the crystal ball still clinging with the little witch's faint, sweet scent, had a sudden inspiration. He popped it into his own mouth. While this crystal ball's magic might not be much for Otilia, a Dragon Slayer mage, it was a good source of magic for a novice mage like Yashborn. After placing it in his mouth, he felt the magic flow throughout his body. "Fireball!" A small fireball appeared in Yashborn's hand. The area became much brighter, and he could finally see the little witch's current physical condition clearly. On the cell walls, iron chains extending from all directions tightly bound the little witch's delicate body. She was currently kneeling with her thighs folded. Her thighs were secured and locked together by four circular iron cuffs. Due to the chains from all directions