In answer the witch queen kissed him on both cheeks.

"I want to know how you contacted the Witch Queen."

Beside the basket, however, the witch queen was flying steadily.

None of us can expect to survive long against the Witch Queen.

A witch queen, a warlike, destructive force of ancient days!

The Witch Queen did me a service after all.

Its face was the grey of death, yet it inspired less fear in me than the Witch Queen.

From that he could reason that she might never have become the Witch Queen.

However, the Witch Queen is apparently still lurking beneath the land, waiting for a chance to return to power.

"The noble prince has decided to take on the Witch Queen," she answered.