With Emperor Cyril off his throne, Ria's curse finally took effect.
Instantly, three curses were unleashed upon his corpulent form.
Curse of Paralysis.
Curse of Blindness.
And finally, the Curse of Silence.
He was rendered unable to move, unable to see, and unable to speak!
"You made us look like fools earlier, didn't you?" Ria smiled as she approached and crouched beside Cyril. "Now, what do you have to say for yourself while you lie there on the ground?"
The man's face turned blue instantly.
Despite the cute witch before him appearing harmless, her next action was enough to make his ancestors turn in their graves.
With her staff, she stabbed it right into his rear—his chrysanthemum!
Though he desperately wanted to scream in pain, the fat emperor was silenced. He could only open his mouth, attempting to curse in despair and agony.
"Ugh... What are you doing, Ria?"
