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On the silver tray in her hand, several exquisite glass medicine bottles were neatly placed, and the purple liquid shaking inside reflected a mysterious glow under the light.

"Your cursed anxiety has started to flare up again..."

The head maid's gentle but unyielding voice suddenly raised the temperature in the room.

She stood in front of Zhou Yuan calmly, and her slender fingers skillfully unscrewed a carved medicine bottle. The faint scent of lavender immediately filled the air.

Patchouli's movements suddenly froze.

A trace of trance flashed across her amethyst-like eyes, and the magical fluctuations that had been surging just now gradually subsided.

Sakuya took the opportunity to hand the medicine bottle to her, and considerately prepared warm water in her other hand.

"I...I'm fine..."

The witch's voice softened noticeably, but Sakuya only smiled slightly, her silver-gray eyes filled with undeniable determination.

"You know, it's best to take your medicine on time at times like this."

Zhou Yuan breathed a sigh of relief, but saw Sakuya suddenly turn around and gave him a meaningful look.

That look clearly said:

"Why don't you leave quickly?"

He immediately understood and tiptoed back towards the door.

Just as he was about to step out of the library, he heard Patchouli's breathing gradually steadying after taking the potion, and Sakuya's gentle words of advice:

"Next time, remember not to disturb Patchouli-sama when she is studying forbidden techniques..."

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"Patch, what's this?"

Zhou Yuan leaned against the stone pillar outside the library door, his fingertips unconsciously stroking the patterns on the relief.

When Izayoi Sakuya closed the oak door lightly, he immediately went to meet her, with lingering confusion in his eyes.

The silver-haired head maid raised her eyebrows in slight surprise, obviously not expecting him to be waiting here.

She adjusted her lace cuffs gracefully, the moonlight streaming through her long silver-gray hair.

"You also know that Patchouli-sama is cursed by a witch."

Sakuya's voice was as precise as the silver pocket watch in her hand, but she paused subtly when she reached the key point.

Her slender fingers gently stroked the pocket watch chain on her chest, and the metal shone with a cold luster in the moonlight.

"So sometimes, when you're negatively affected by the curse, you can't control your emotions."

"That's it..."

Zhou Yuan nodded thoughtfully, his fingertips resting on his chin.

The time chimes from the distant clock tower echoed in the night, startling several nightingales nesting in the rose bushes.

"So, is there any treatment?"

Sakuya looked at him in surprise, a hint of surprise flashing in her silver-gray eyes.

She pondered for a moment, then shook her head, the silver jewelry in her hair swaying slightly with her movement.

"It's not known at the moment. Patchouli-sama has done some research herself..."

The head maid's voice was somewhat helpless.

"But it seems the bond with the curse is too deep, and there is no solution, at least not yet."

The night wind suddenly became noisy, blowing the rose petals in the courtyard into disarray.

Sakuya suddenly raised her eyes, and the moonlight condensed into two silver points in her eyes:

"However, I believe that you, Lord Zhou Yuan, will definitely bring you a surprise."

The corners of her mouth curled up slightly.

"The young lady has told me in detail about your...special characteristics."

The head maid took a step forward, her exquisite leather shoes making a crisp sound on the cobblestone road.

She leaned forward slightly and whispered in Zhou Yuan's ear:

"Before that, please spend more time with Patchouli-sama~"

The end of her tone suddenly rose, with a hint of mischief.

When Sakuya stood up, Zhou Yuan clearly saw the subtle smile on the corner of her mouth:

"Also, Miss also thinks that you can try to include Patchouli-sama in your harem~"

"Cough-cough-!"

Zhou Yuan was choked by this sudden speech and started coughing repeatedly.

He waved his hands in panic, but knocked over the vase beside him. The sound of the broken porcelain was particularly harsh in the silent courtyard.

"How come Remi is——"

Before he could finish his question, a loud "bang" was suddenly heard in the library.

The heavy oak door trembled violently, and Patchouli's angry cry pierced through the door:

“Don’t even think about it!!!”

Sakuya raised her eyebrows slightly, a hint of smile flashing in her silver-gray eyes.

Before turning and leaving, she gave Zhou Yuan one last meaningful look. The moonlight danced on her silver eyelashes, as if silently conveying some message.

Chapter 83 Black and White Mouse——Mirisa Kirisame!

"..."

Patchouli's silence was particularly deafening in the quiet library.

Her slender fingers suddenly stopped on the open page of the book, and her amethyst eyes narrowed slightly.

There was a subtle sense of disharmony in the air, which instantly alerted her magical perception.

"This feeling... so familiar..."

She whispered softly, her fingertips unconsciously touching her chest.

The wide cuffs of the witch's uniform slid down with the movement, revealing the faintly visible magic mark on her pale wrist.

Those ancient runes were now emitting a faint purple light, as if responding to their owner's uneasiness.

"I always feel like someone is sneaking around and taking my books!"

Witch-chan's eyes became sharp, and the magic hair accessories in her purple hair moved without wind.

She snapped the ancient book shut in her hand, and the airflow caused by the heavy pages made the candlelight on the table sway violently.

Glancing across the reading area, she suddenly noticed that a Gothic stained window had been opened a crack at some point.

Moonlight shines through the stained glass, casting mottled shadows on the floor.

And there was clearly a trace of unnatural distortion on the edge of that light mark.

"And it can evade my barrier detection..."

The witch's voice deepened, and a dangerous glow of magical power gathered at her fingertips.

She walked slowly towards the window, her heavy witch robe rustling on the carpet.

Outside the window, a crow flapped its wings and flew by, casting a fleeting shadow.

"I'm afraid it's an old acquaintance..."

A sneer appeared on Patchouli's lips, and a hint of understanding flashed in her purple eyes.

She was too familiar with this modus operandi——

Every time that guy came to "borrow" a book, he would leave such a deliberate flaw, as if he was playing an unspoken game with her.

Then, Patchouli suddenly raised her hand and waved it, and the wide witch sleeves drew an elegant arc in the air, and the intricate dark patterns on the cuffs shone with a mysterious luster under the candlelight.

"boom--!"

In an instant, with a loud bang, all the doors and windows in the library closed at the same time, and the heavy wooden door frames made a heart-pounding echo.

The heavy velvet curtains were automatically drawn without any wind, completely blocking out the bright moonlight. Only the flickering flames on the candlesticks cast swaying shadows on the walls.

"It's been so long since we've met, and you gave me a surprise right away!"

Patchouli's voice echoed in the enclosed space, and dangerous flames danced in her amethyst-like eyes.

The magic power gathered at her fingertips caused the surrounding air to begin to distort, forming ripples visible to the naked eye.

The ancient books on the bookshelf turned their yellowed pages automatically without wind, making a rustling sound, as if responding to the owner's anger.

The witch's sharp eyes were fixed on a seemingly deserted corner like a sword, and a chilling sneer appeared at the corner of her mouth.

She suddenly raised her hand, and a brilliant purple beam of magic pierced through the darkness like lightning, shooting accurately in that direction:

"You're such a jerk, you 'rat'!"

At the moment when the beam was about to hit the target, the air suddenly twisted strangely.

A petite figure somersaulted with incredible flexibility, and the hem of her black skirt spread out like butterfly wings, landing lightly on a tall bookshelf, without even disturbing the ancient books on the top shelf.

The moonlight filtered through the cracks in the curtains, finally revealing the true face of the person.

"Oh my, I've been discovered~"

The blonde girl pressed down her iconic black witch hat, and her golden eyes under the brim flashed with a cunning light like a cat.

The several heavy books in her arms swayed slightly with her movements, and the gold-embossed titles on the covers, "Analysis of Forbidden Magic" and "Compendium of Ancient Spells", were faintly visible in the dim light.

"But this time it's not 'stealing'~"

She playfully waved the obviously forged library card in her hand. The edges of the parchment were deliberately aged, and a smile of success appeared on her face.

"I borrowed it openly!"

A noticeable blue vein popped out on Patchouli's forehead, and the magic book in her hand was squeezed and deformed with a "snap", and the corners of the hardcover cover were twisted.

Under the candlelight, the purple-haired witch showed a creepy, broken smile on her face, and even her voice became distorted:

"I don't remember ever giving you a 'library card'!"

She pronounced the name that made her blood pressure soar word by word:

"Mist! Rain! Magic! Ris! Sand!"

The air in the entire library seemed to freeze at this moment, even the candlelight stopped beating.

Marisa, however, continued to stand on the bookshelf with a smile on her face, even swinging her legs leisurely in the air, and the brass buckles on her black boots made crisp clinking sounds.

"That's a shame, Patch..."

Marisa sighed softly, a hint of loneliness flashing in her golden eyes.

Her slender fingers unconsciously stroked the gilded spine of the ancient book in her arms, and her black lace gloves formed a sharp contrast with the old book cover.

The moonlight filtering through the window cast tiny spots of light on the brim of her hat, adding a rare melancholy to her face that was always smiling.

"I finally found a few acquaintances in this strange world, but I can't even borrow a book?"

Her voice was so soft that it was almost drowned out by the sound of turning pages, but it made Patchouli pause slightly.

The purple-haired witch subconsciously clenched her sleeves, her knuckles turning white from the force. But soon, her eyes became sharp again.

"So this is how you greet someone you finally meet?"

Patchouli sneered, dangerous flames dancing in her amethyst eyes.

She gracefully raised her hand, and a wisp of magic condensed into a purple ball of light at her fingertips, illuminating the tense lines of her jaw. The ancient books on the bookshelf trembled slightly with her emotional fluctuations, making an uneasy rustling sound.

"You are still so uneducated!"

The last few words were almost uttered through gritted teeth.

The witch's wide sleeves moved without wind, and the jeweled hair accessories in her purple hair gleamed with a cold light.

The air in the entire library seemed to become sticky because of her anger, and even the candlelight drooped in fear.