After the tiresome shooting process was finished, Prila smoothly hovered over the sky and gathered the glowing pinkish energies within her hair. The Hair Magician fired off a wave of pinkish particles that sped up her fleeing motion, sprawling line of hairs like branching wild vines.
She continuously glided on the sky as more breezy blistered onto her, gawking at the view below like an eagle trying to find suitable prey. The paper-thin line of hair washed onto The Hair Magician's eyes, blessing the breezy pink winds that allowed her to gain the sighting from below.
More specifically, The Hair Magician captured the pinkish glimpse of lime greenhouses with the solidified trapezoid lavender. Although every building she observed shared the same exact shape with one another, Prila hurriedly siphoned a more pinkish aura to fold her entire eyes.
The enhanced eyes gave an all rose-pink view with the human figures transformed into blurry white silhouettes, accessing the sighting of the house's inside. Not only did The Hair Magician gain the inside's sighting, but white running text popped out beside the shadowy human silhouettes.
As Prila rotated her sight to the right, she broadened her exhilarated eyes after detecting the inside of the house in the center. Her current sighting displayed the white shadowy figures of the woman focusing on washing her face with the brushes and sharply staring at the circular mirror on the front. Running white text stated, "Stehpania Marinda" presented on the right side of the woman.
The Hair Magician chuckled and mumbled within her thought, "Thank god, you're still in your home."
The Hair Magician widened her soothed grin and murmured, "Hang tight, Mrs. Marinda.
"Galastar when will you stop selling highly addictive drugs," Prila muttered irritatedly.
Prila halted her hovering motion and darted her stare to the house in the center, discharging the growing pinkish energies throughout her body. The Hair Magician flapped her glittering hands to the left, casting the elongating hairs wrapping her like a cocoon. Then, the cocoon instantaneously vanished into thin air, leaving no visible traces.
The pinkish hair cocoon smoothly landed in the house on the center's chosen door, imminently unwrapping The Hair Magician. She blinked out the pinkish gleams within her eyes when headed closer to the door, driving her finger to press the yellowish holographic bell on the left above.
A vibrating high-pitched noise loudly echoed from the house as The Hair Magician withdrew her hand, shimmering the temporal pinkish aura on her hair. Moreover, Prila swiftly took out the tiny lines of her hair and swiveled to the left, solidifying them into paper-thin needle-like objects.
The front door was slid to the left, revealing Mrs.Stephania dropped her dumbfounded jaw at the current visitor. Unlike others, The Hair Magician's sight remained giving a sighting that Mrs.Stephania was still suitable in her old age. The only noticeable difference was her face being swarmed by the whitening powder.
"I never thought a young supermodel and heroine, Prila would pay a special visit to me!" Mrs.Stephania murmured in shock, encouraging The Hair Magician to widen her gleeful smile at the woman.
"Wow I never expected Hona's daughter will ever to visit me too," Mrs.Stephania added.
Prila humbly bowed, "Pleasure to meet you, Mrs.Stephania."
"So, what's the reason here?" The Old Woman uttered, stroking her hair as she confidently grinned at Prila.
The Hair Magician giggled, "I heard from a friend you used a powder that can make your face as if you are in your twenties."
"Wow even more surprising that you knew about this," Mrs Stephania spoke in disbelief, sniggering.
"Then, your friend must be one of the neighbors?" The Old Woman guessed, curiously peeking to the left which attracted Prila to exhale the hefty breath.
Prila nodded, "Correct, Mrs.Stephania."
"Also, I heard you used a powder from a brand new product is it?" The Hair Magician asked politely.
"Yup, it's called Rosemelia and I heard your mother wanted to buy it too," Mrs Stephania proclaimed and asked in uncontrollable excitement. "So what did you think? Did my face change into when I was in my twenties?"
The Hair Magician dropped her frantic jaw shortly before replacing it with a jaunty grin, taking one step closer to the old woman. Her enhanced sight sharply detected the aqua-blue aura shrouding Mrs Stephania's eyes, glimmering the fading rose-pink energies within her palms.
"I'm quite surprised with this. You indeed look very stunning," The Hair Magician uttered, widening her surprised eyebrows that signaled Mrs.Stephania to clap her hands and broadening her pleased lip.
"Wow, thank you, thank you!!" Mrs Stephania replied thankfully, taking out the phone from her black jeans pocket.
"By the way can I take a selfie with you before showing you the special powder?" Mrs Stephania asked a request. "My daughter is a big fan of you."
The Old Woman chuckled and whispered an assurance, "Don't worry, my daughter didn't know your secret identity."
"Sure why not, Mrs.Stephania," The Hair Magician said, opening her warm smile and folding the needle-like hairline
"And….it's okay for Mikanna to know my identity too," The Hair Magician reassured calmly.
"I rather keep it for myself," Mrs Stephania said cheerfully.
Hence, Mrs.Stephania quickly drew her phone and placed her hand on The Hair Magician's shoulder. Prila wrapped the old woman's back when the phone began to switch to a photo screen. It opened The Hair Magician's swift opportunity to flip her palm, swinging the paper-thin needle near Mrs.Stephania's back.
'I'm so sorry for this, Mrs.Stephania,' The Hair Magician murmured an apology within her mind.
In a little bit of hesitation, The Hair Magician struck the needle through Mrs.Stephania's spine after glancing at the phone flashing onto her. A stammering reaction occurred with the old woman frigidly biting her lip and felt her holding hand uncontrollably trembling, losing the grip of her phone.
Prila commanded her hair on the right side to stretch further and conceal the phone, preventing it from falling to the ground. The Hair Magician plunged the needle deeply into the spine, siphoning the pinkish bolt from The Old Woman. It led the aqua-bluish aura to vaporize from lingering in Mrs.Stephania's eyes.
Regardless, The Hair Magician retrieved the paper-thin needle when the old woman blared a shriek. As Prila clutched the needle to spread into a flock of dust, Mrs Stephania exhaled a constant hefty breath and whimpering. Prila softly patted The Old Woman, planting her concerned look.
"What did you just do to me?" The Old Woman asked, furrowing her puzzling eyebrows toward Prila.
The Hair Magician sighed and bowed her head, "Apology for doing this to you, Mrs.Stephania."
"I'm afraid you are enchanted by your powder that emitted a magical energy," The Hair Magician explained reluctantly.
Prila cleared her throat and continued, "More specifically, you're perception being wrapped, Mrs Stephania."
"Wait what…the?" Mrs.Stephania blurted a bemused expression. "What do you mean by that?
"I thought the powder had a material from Aldika flower," Mrs. Stephania argued, glaring at The Hair Magician in bitterness. "You know the rare flower that can make your face look younger,"
"And about Aldika Flower, it didn't instantly smoothen your face," The Hair Magician affirmed.
"Instead it needs three weeks to work," Prila mentioned, grabbing the old woman's phone and moving it closer to her face.
"Here take a look at your phone, Mrs.Stephania, please, please," The Hair Magician insisted politely.
Afterward, the old woman widened her bemused look when she watched her face's reflection inside the phone. Mrs.Stephania agitatedly shook her head especially when the phone revealed her face was still in her current age, no longer obtaining the sighting her face was in her twenties.
She constantly scratched her face and harrowed irritatedly the longer glancing at her reflection. A hefty puff was breezed out from the top of Mrs Stephania's throat, unable to fathom the current image as she froze a shocked expression. She even screamed out loudly, tilting her head.
"All…this time….all this time….all this time…" Mrs Stephania was flabbergasted, frowning in trepidation.
"All this time your perception is being manipulated by the seller," The Hair Magician said emphatically.
Mrs.Stephania gasped and murmured, "Wa-wait…"
"How come….the others can see I was in my early twenties too," Mrs.Stephania countered, scratching her head.
"It's a widespread curse, Mrs Stephania. Similar to a highly contagious virus. Of course, it can influence other people's eyes too," Prila replied affirmatively, offering the phone that The Old Woman gladly accepted.
"And that's why you came here…..to pull out the spell too," Mrs.Stephania guessed. "Which means the addiction is from the weird spell too."
The Hair Magician nodded, "Correct, Mrs Stephania."
"All this time you and your friend's perceptions have been altered by the so-called special powder," Prila uttered rigidly, stepping back and discharging the growing pinkish aura within her hair. "Don't worry, the powder will not warp your perception again in the long term."
"You mentioned about my mother buying this powder, right?" The Hair Magician asked, turning around and lengthening her hair until it touched the ground.
Mrs.Stephania gulped, "Yes…indeed, but I'm not sure she is still at home or already going into some places today."
"Noted," The Hair Magician spoke, painting her cautious look as she hovered upward slightly.
"By the…way…I-I-I wanted to say thank you for revealing the truth about that scamming product," Mrs.Stephania shared her gratitude, looming a gratified smile on The Hair Magician's lip.
"You're welcome," Prila said relaxedly.
"Also…do you know…who the preparator behind this scamming product?" Mrs.Stephania asked concernedly.
The Hair Magician nodded and muttered, "I knew who exactly did this curse."
"I am even aware of this person's next plan," Prila muttered, gritting her teeth
"Then…be careful and wish you luck too, Prila," Mrs Stephania warned nervously.
Therefore, The Hair Magician hopped onto the cloudy sky above and catapulted herself away by kicking the air below. Prila's hair shimmered with pinkish gleams simultaneously, allowing her body to glide in the sky. Her palm actively emitted the rose-pink swarm the further she flew, setting the next destination to her parent.
'Amalia Galastar, you coward bastard! I will not let you turn my parent into your pitiful hostage just for the sake of killing me!' The Hair Magician thought, fueling the enraged flame within her mind.
'Hang in there, Mom and Dad, hang in there!!' Prila remarked, directing her finger to the right ear that was being planted by the golden earbuds.
"My fellow Triumph Makers, VWX, Scrap Devil, and Mina Rodax, can you go to my parent's house as fast as possible!!" The Hair Magician begged, contacting the other Triumph Maker members.
"I'm afraid our enemy, Amalia Galastar, or possibly his trusted servant, Martatorit OX already heading there," The Hair Magician added, lashing her hair to the side and bouncing her flight forward
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On the front side of the house belonging to Prila's parent, a muscular man recently arrived and his presence was hindered from the naked eyes as nobody could spot him, entering the stealth mode. The man heedfully heaved his forehand and pushed his closer, gaining the enhanced sight that showed the microscopic bug pinning its head to the house.
The man was revealed to be Martatoriot Ox in his cloaked armored form, rotating his head to the left in fascination. His nautilus shell's backpack on the back continuously steamed out the enveloping smoke onto his body, becoming the central source of his presence that remained unseen. He also decided to pour the cylinder can of blood that couldn't be seen by the surrounding, letting the bug suck it like a vacuum cleaner and producing more dazzle within its eyes.
Eventually, The bug's eyes immediately popped out two neon-green rectangular screen projections in the microscopic level. Furthermore, the projection presented the picture of Prila on the left and her mother Hona on the right. The microscopic picture center spots unraveled the floating white text stating, "DNA Match" alongside the white persistently pointing at the house.
This bug not only gains the person's DNA by seeing, but it also can give a spontaneous matching result, especially by absorbing the witch blood that being collected before I went to prison. Martatoriot OX withdrew the cylinder blood can and cackling in a little bit of ridicule demeanor.
Martatoriot OX set his focus to the house and hushedly approached the house. Even though I must keep pouring blood to keep this bug activating its navigation arrow and the pictures, it's still an astounding innovation from Mrs Galastar and still going to be useful in the future.
Hopefully, this kidnapping plan will work without any intervention either from the witch or the triumph goons of annoyance. Martatoriot OX perceived at his nautilus shell that resumed to escalate more invincible smoke.
And if they come, I wished I could escape from her unlike the last time.
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