noveltune Chapter 144 The Beautiful and Generous Witch
Chapter 144 The Beautiful and Generous Witch
Chapter 144 The Beautiful and Generous Witch
After watching Emlyn leave, Cyril slowly went inside and closed the door.
Only after confirming that the gaze that had been vaguely fixed on him had disappeared did he suddenly turn around and approach the half-closed cantilevered window next to him, his figure quickly fading and blending into it.
Across the street, in a coffee shop that hadn't opened yet, Cyril's figure flashed across the windowpane.
On the second floor of the coffee shop, near the window at a round table, a tall, thin young man with silver hair and red eyes, wearing a white undershirt and a black tuxedo, suddenly paused as he picked up his coffee cup and looked down at the table below.
Those bright red eyes, as if they held blood, seemed to pierce through the walls and see the scene outside the room.
He stared silently for a while before withdrawing his gaze and murmuring:
"Is the being in the mirror a passing 'witch,' or a 'vengeful spirit'?"
As he pondered, a thick black mist suddenly surged from his body, and his body abruptly disintegrated, transforming into a group of vampire bats that existed between reality and illusion. They flapped their wings and left the coffee shop.
A few minutes later, a phantom vampire bat suddenly emerged from the shadows in the corner, dispersing into a wisp of black mist in the morning light.
After the vampire bat destroyed its own fire, the figure of Sirien was silently reflected in the glass window next to where the tall, thin, silver-haired, red-eyed youth had been.
He glanced at the spot where the illusory bat had self-destructed, took a step back, and his figure disappeared into the glass again.
At 15 Minsk Street, Cyril's figure flashed across the windowpane, followed by a knock on the door.
Klein, his face dark, turned the handle and opened the door:
"I can already see you, why bother making me open the door?"
Cyril shrugged and muttered, "Isn't this the politeness you've always been emphasizing?"
"But when I actually knocked on the door politely, you got upset."
After a two-second silence, Klein pointed to the stacks of cash on the coffee table and said:
"Count the previous loans you took out."
Sirion shook his head slightly: "No need, I trust your reputation."
As he spoke, he put stacks of cash into his pocket, then waved to Klein, his figure blurring again and disappearing into the windowpane.
Klein looked at his bay window and sighed softly:
"What a convenient ability..."
Thump~ thump~
The familiar knocking sounded again...
In the dark and deep mirror world, Cyril, who was using divination to find his way, suddenly stopped.
He felt a very oppressive and aggressive gaze. His inspiration was all around him, but he couldn't find any suspicious targets.
After a few seconds of silence, he casually asked the air beside him:
"A high-ranking "witch"? "
No sooner had he finished speaking than a clear, melodious voice, possessing both elegance and allure, suddenly rang out from the opposite direction of his gaze:
"Why not a high-ranking 'apprentice' or a 'vengeful spirit'?"
Cyril quickly turned around, but still saw nothing.
He paused, composed himself, and replied:
"The 'vengeful spirits' aren't good at hiding, and high-ranking 'apprentices' are already rare. The only one I know probably wouldn't speak to me so politely."
"Are you some titled witch?"
"It sounds like you know one or more witches with titles?"
A clear voice rang out behind him this time, very close. He could even feel the air brushing past his ear, carrying a faint fragrance that stirred his heartstrings.
goo~
Swallowing hard, Sirien shook his head repeatedly, "I don't know him."
"But if you're willing, I should be able to realize it today."
"Hehe...what an interesting little guy."
"Since you've put it that way..."
As the elegant and alluring voice echoed, Sirion felt a blur before his eyes, and then a beautiful and charming woman appeared in his sight.
She wore a black court dress, her deep gray eyes bright yet concealing sadness, her jet-black hair neatly styled but with a few strands falling naturally, creating a touch of allure amidst her seriousness, her red lips slightly upturned, her chin graceful, her features soft, making her seem pitiful.
goo~
Cyril swallowed hard again, feeling as if Cupid's arrow had hit the bullseye.
She was so beautiful, perfectly matching his ideal of a partner, so beautiful that he wanted to shout: "Mom, I'm in love!"
The beautiful woman in the black dress and black hair chuckled and looked at him: "Heh, am I beautiful?"
"Beautiful, so beautiful."
Cyril nodded repeatedly, trying his best to restrain himself from showing a perverted expression.
The beautiful woman in the black dress and black hair pressed on, asking, "How beautiful is it?"
"Um..." After hesitating for two seconds, he repeated the poem that Arodes had copied and pasted earlier:
"Like flowers blooming in spring, bright and radiant; like the gentle breeze on a summer morning, caressing the cheeks and bringing endless comfort; like the waves splashing in the sea under the bright sunshine, crystal clear and dazzling."
The beautiful woman in the black dress and black hair in front of him nodded slightly and smiled:
"Although the sentence was copied from a magazine, I'm quite satisfied with this answer."
She paused, then suddenly moved closer, close enough for Cyril to see every detail of her flawless face, close enough that the delicate fragrance that had always lingered around his nose became even stronger.
"So, would you like to experience real pleasure?"
"No, thank you."
Cyril quickly took two steps back, his infatuation and longing replaced by wariness.
He pressed his right hand lightly against his chest, feeling his heart pounding violently, and realized that he had been bewitched without even realizing it.
But how did I suddenly become awake?
The beautiful woman before him was also wondering the same thing. As a witch who had been through many battles, she felt her charm being challenged.
She looked at Sirion, her demeanor becoming pure, vibrant, and innocent, like an eighteen or nineteen-year-old girl. Then she smiled, and Sirion stood there stunned, feeling all the blood in his body rushing to his lower body.
He awkwardly clutched his clothes and leaned forward slightly, averting his gaze and avoiding looking at the other person.
The beautiful 'girl' opposite him, whose demeanor had drastically changed, stared straight at him, her voice both fragile and stubborn as she spoke:
"Why are you looking away? Don't you like me like this?"
While avoiding the other person's gaze, Sirien said, "I like it, but it would be impolite to look any longer."
...Mainly because I can't beat you, and I don't want to become Roselle. Well, actually, it's not that I don't want to.
The beautiful woman in the black dress and black hair in front of him always looked at him with a smile, as if she were admiring something she had accidentally discovered and liked:
"What an interesting little guy! I'm growing to like you more and more."
"It's a pity I won't stay in Backlund for long, otherwise I would definitely have a young, beautiful and romantic love affair with you."
"Well, it's not impossible. For an 'apprentice,' distance is never a problem. Although your current rank is a bit low, the one thing I have plenty of is time."
She paused, and under Xireen's questioning gaze, she chuckled softly:
"According to your Ruen customs, the first step for a young man to get to know a beautiful woman should be to begin by getting to know each other."
"My name is Clarice, from Intis. I've come to Backlund to retrieve an item entrusted to me by my elders. And you?"
Clarice winked at Cyril with a smile, reigniting the impulse he had finally managed to suppress.
This kind of irresistibly charming "witch" is really unfriendly to single men.
He sighed inwardly, then slowly replied, following the other person's words:
"Sirien Gray, a Loen, is currently, well... unemployed, and his dream is to become a true high-sequence being, an angel walking on earth."
Clarisse chuckled and commented, "It's a good dream, and the 'Apprentice' path offers enough extraordinary traits to choose from, so you won't be forced to stop at a certain stage because all the corresponding traits are taken."
As she finished speaking, a hint of sorrow appeared in her gray eyes, making one feel an irresistible urge to comfort her and help her resolve her troubles.
Suppressing the surging emotions within him, he sighed and shook his head: "The extraordinary people and items along this path are far too rare."
Clarisse nodded slightly, then prompted:
"Perhaps you could try to find members of Abraham's family; you may have already encountered them, otherwise it would have been difficult to reach your current position."
After a brief pause, she changed her tone and expression, becoming warm, cheerful, and full of energy:
"Alright, that concludes a pleasant encounter. Let's move on to the next phase."
"What...stage?"
Cyril looked at her hesitantly, wary yet somewhat expectant.