Arcanum: Chaos Path

Chapter 476 The Primordial Witch and the Blood Emperor
"Madam, how long have you had these symptoms?" A voice rang out. Roland, who had appeared seemingly out of nowhere, adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses and looked at the Primordial Witch not far away, saying in a serious tone:
“We don’t usually call what you’re doing love. Even in the world of anime, this is considered severe yandere. My personal suggestion is that you go out and turn left to find Adam and see a psychologist. Maybe there’s still hope.”

“I’m afraid even Adam couldn’t cure him in this condition. Let’s start over. Maybe he can become a normal person after reincarnation.” Medici was clearly not surprised by Rolin’s appearance. He patted the little cat on his shoulder, his tone full of undisguised teasing.

The Primal Witch looked at Rolin with considerable apprehension. Although she was a Sequence 0, due to being ostracized, she was even less capable of acquiring information than the God of War. However, this did not prevent the Primal Witch from understanding Rolin's danger the moment she faced him.

“And regarding the point you just made, madam, there’s one thing I need to refute.” As he said this, Rowling smiled and put his hand on Medici’s shoulder. Medici glanced at him and let him be.

Rowling smiled and said, "Although Medici may not understand love, love is not just romantic love between men and women. In the realm of family and friendship, I'm afraid he understands it better than you do."

"Heh, perhaps..." The Primordial Witch suddenly laughed, her smile alluring and full of charm. Her gaze fell on Rolin, and she said, "And you? Mr. Lucifer, do you understand love? No, forgive me for putting it another way, does a monster like you really possess emotions?"

Luo Lin raised an eyebrow upon hearing this, but he wasn't angry; after all, he had heard this kind of talk far too often.

Luo Lin said with some helplessness, "Why do you all like to question whether my feelings exist? I've clearly tried very hard to act like a human being."

"So someone really should reflect on himself and see if he's been acting too inhumanely all along." Medici glanced at him, making no attempt to hide his schadenfreude.

"I've reflected on it!" Luo Lin shrugged frankly and said, "The result of my reflection is that I'm already quite human, so everyone who questions me should reflect on themselves."

After a moment of silence, Medici suddenly said sincerely, "...I really envy your mental state."

"Thank you, I envy myself too." Luo Lin's smile was radiant.

Witnessing the interaction between the two, the Primordial Witch finally spoke up: "I never thought you would actually acknowledge such a monster. Haha, Medici, have you forgotten the lesson from a thousand years ago? Entrusting your loyalty to such a monster, I truly feel sorry for you."

"None of your business!" Medici rolled her eyes and looked at the Primordial Witch without any politeness. "I actually feel sorry for Tudor. Although I hate Him, the thought that someone like you would love Him makes me feel sorry for Him."

“I don’t think I need your sympathy, Medici.”

A voice resounded from the Primordial Witch's abdomen, and the next second, a male face appeared there. The face had very distinct features, clearly belonging to someone Medici was very familiar with—Arista Tudor.

Clearly, driven by a sense of crisis, the Primordial Witch did some things that were not in the original story during this period.

"Hiss..." Before Medici could react, Rolin exaggeratedly gasped. He then looked at the Primordial Witch with a strange expression, and then looked at Medici and suddenly said, "Little Red, are all you hunters like this? You like to physically merge with others all the time."

"Get lost, don't compare me to Him," Medici said irritably. His expression was also not very pleasant, but he wasn't surprised, since he had expected some things to happen.

Since learning about the Primal Witch's situation from Rolin several months ago, Medici hadn't been idle. But the Primal Witch's ability to survive peacefully from the Third Age to the present, and even emerge unscathed from the chaos of the Fourth Age, meant she was certainly capable. In addition, Medici had other matters to attend to, so some of his plans ultimately came to nothing.

But this still allowed Medici to obtain some intelligence.

Thinking of this, Medici's gaze fell on the object of his long-standing hatred, and a mocking smile suddenly appeared on his face. He said:

"I didn't expect you to have a dream of becoming a witch. You should have told me sooner, and I would have definitely helped you hunt down the primordial witch."

“That’s still better than you, who likes to be someone else’s dog.” Tudor didn’t refute Medici’s words, not because he agreed, but simply because he was too lazy to waste words. He just laughed sarcastically: “What, being a dog for the Sun God and the True Creator isn’t enough, now you have to find yourself a new master? Do you really enjoy kneeling at someone else’s feet?”

"A madman like you probably wouldn't understand what it's like to have someone truly worth following. Conquering and being conquered is the main theme of a hunter's game, have you figured it out?" Medici wasn't angry either, just stroking the cat while lazily smiling. He shook his head again and said:
"As expected, being born a lawyer is no good, tsk! However, you didn't even know how to be a good black emperor. You were not as good as Solomon before, nor as good as Roselle after. If I were as miserable as you, I would have already gone to war with the Outer God. At least I could have made some contribution."

The two former top hunters started taunting each other, and the air was thick with tension.

It was the first time that Rowling had ever seen Medici so fiercely mock someone, and he was so engrossed in taking notes that he felt he had learned something.

Although he also learned the sarcastic and sarcastic skill, he was still a bit lacking compared to the professionals and needed further training.

The Primal Witch lowered her eyes and lovingly stroked her lower abdomen.

After the two hunters had exchanged their insults, Rowling put away his notebook and said, "Are you two done arguing? If you are, I have a question for you."

He looked up at the Primordial Witch and smiled, saying, "Are you planning to synthesize a miniature version of the First Creator right here and now?"

Lorin's question was so direct and frank that it made the Primordial Witch, who was gazing at her lover, pause in her tracks.

The witch looked up at Roland, her smile alluring, and said, "Yes, although this isn't my ideal situation, fortunately..."

The Primordial Witch paused here, her gaze falling on the City of Calamity's doppelganger on Medici's shoulder, her smile becoming even brighter.

He continued, “You have made up for this very well.”

“Very insightful.” Rowling clapped enthusiastically at the poster, then revealed a curious expression and said seriously, “Do you really think you can succeed? Don’t say I will stop you, even if I don’t stop you, do you think you can bring back the original creator with what you have? Even if it’s just a youthful version.”

(End of this chapter)