Mystery: The Witch of Desire

"I don't know. There was a huge explosion inside the villa. I'm worried that Fors might be in danger."

Livre nodded slightly, her mind focusing once more, anchoring her spirituality on the mirror in Fors's pocket.

"Hugh, go to Mrs. Sharon's house and take that woman away first."

Livre left behind her last words and vanished into thin air.

At the same time, her figure appeared inch by inch beside Fors, which surprised both Mrs. Sharon and Fors.

Two consecutive long-range mirror clones severely damaged Livre's spirituality, but Madam Sharon gave her no chance to catch her breath. Frost in her hand instantly condensed into a sharp longsword, which she swung fiercely at Livre.

Liviel raised her hand and summoned a chilling frost, which solidified into a sturdy ice shield that forcefully blocked the incoming longsword. The ice shield shattered instantly upon impact with the blade, turning into tiny ice shards that scattered in all directions. Before she could catch her breath, Lady Sharon had already condensed another frost spear and thrust it forward, only to be firmly entangled by the spider silk that Liviel had flung out.

"Pleasure?"

Mrs. Sharon's eyebrows suddenly rose, her face filled with disbelief and astonishment, no less than when Livre had appeared earlier.

Livre spoke calmly and composedly:

"The lady has been lying low in Tingen for many years; surely she wouldn't want to reveal her identity so easily?"

Mrs. Sharon's expression suddenly darkened, and her tone became wary:

"Who sent you? I have never received any such instructions."

A faint smile appeared on Livre's lips as she slowly said:

"I am acting on the orders of the Primordial One."

Upon hearing this, Mrs. Sharon's eyes swirled with deep suspicion. After a moment, she tentatively spoke:

"The original, previous Beloved has already betrayed Him. Do you also want to betray Him?"

Did the original Favorites betray us?

Numerous questions flooded Livre's mind. She suppressed these thoughts, her expression growing increasingly cold.

"This is beyond your understanding."

Mrs. Sharon was taken aback, anger flashing across her face, but she ultimately maintained her composure, merely letting out a cold laugh:

"May you truly serve the original."

The spider silk that formed the giant cocoon quickly dissipated, and Mrs. Sharon also raised her hand to wipe her face, her pure white body disappearing from the two women's sight.

Fors then activated the Fog Trick, raising her hand to summon a small area of ​​mist, and together with Liviel, they disappeared under the cover of the mist.

Before long, Mrs. Sharon returned to the banquet hall, still dressed in a proper evening gown, showing no trace of the fierce fight she had just had with Livril and Fors after she had taken off her clothes.

Livre and Fors returned to the banquet hall, and the two became Miss Knights again. However, Fors' eyes showed an unconcealable weariness due to excessive spiritual depletion.

A few minutes later, the police arrived. Taking advantage of the chaos among the guests, Livre and Fors left the room and took a horse-drawn carriage back to the Lily Hotel.

"I'm sorry, it was my carelessness. I almost let Mrs. Sharon control me."

Fors's face was full of apology, and Livre gently stroked her cheek to comfort her:

"Don't blame yourself. I have successfully infiltrated Mrs. Sharon's mansion and have gained enough."

Fors rubbed his slightly sore temples and asked curiously:

What was the result?

Livre simply smiled faintly:

“An old friend.”

Upon arriving at University Street, Livre and Fors got off the bus early and took different alleys back to the Lily Hotel. Livre performed another divination to confirm that she was not being followed before she felt relieved.

The two entered Hugh's room together. Ms. B, whom Livre had rescued earlier, was lying quietly on the bed, her eyes vacant and lifeless. Although food and water were prepared by the bedside, she did not move an inch, nor did she want to change into clean clothes; she simply lay there woodenly. Hugh stood beside the bed, his face full of helplessness.

"Thank you for your hard work, Hugh. Let me talk to her."

Livre gently patted Hugh's shoulder and gave him a wink. Hugh understood and left the room with Fors.

Liviel slowly walked to the bedside and sat down. Looking at the other person's bloodless face and the tattered clothes that could not hide the body full of wounds, she couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness in her heart.

She spoke softly:

“Miss Cynthia, it’s been a long time.”

Ms. B remained motionless and made no response.

Livre smiled gently and said in as light a tone as possible:

"Ms. B from the Tingen Women Teachers' Mutual Aid Association is not such a quiet person. She is a very charming and beautiful woman who exudes a unique charm."

Ms. B paused, a look appearing in her eyes, and looked up at Livre with a puzzled expression:

"You are……"

Livr smiled broadly:

"Have you already forgotten me? When I caught you having an affair with Mr. Ronan Keane, you lied to me and said you were my brother's fiancée. You have such a twisted sense of humor, Miss Cynthia."

Ms. B was stunned for a moment, then her mouth gaped open in disbelief. After a few seconds, an expression of disbelief appeared on her face.

"You...you're Levi? You've advanced to the Joyful Realm?"

Livr smiled slightly, not admitting it, but looking at her with gentle eyes.

Ms. B's lips twitched a few times, and a complex mix of emotions flashed in her eyes—joy, sadness, and anger.

After a long pause, she let out a long sigh, lowered her head, and spoke with a tone full of resentment:

"You've ruined my life."

Livre froze, her face full of astonishment. She hadn't expected Ms. B to say that.

She frowned and said softly:

"What exactly is going on?"

Ms. B let out another long sigh, and finally said:

Didn't you once ask me what the gifts of fate are?

Livre nodded silently, waiting for Ms. B to continue.

Ms. B continued with a dejected expression:

"The gifts of fate come from that great being, and I believe you know which being I am referring to."

Chick!

The great being the witches spoke of was naturally referring to the Primordial Witch. Liviel was filled with surprise. Could it be that two years ago, Chick had been providing her with gifts through Ms. B?

But she also clearly remembered that sentence:

The gifts of fate have always come with a hidden price.

Ms. B slowly continued her story:

“One day after you became extraordinary, I heard the voice of that being. I became one of His favored ones.”

“I was extremely excited because I had truly heard the voice of a true God; I was also extremely terrified because I was not His devout follower, but merely a victim forced to join the witch cult.”

“I provide everything you need under His guidance, and I have not disobeyed any of His commands.”

As Ms. B spoke, her emotions gradually surged, and warm tears slid down her pale cheeks.

"But the last thing He asked me to give you is something I would never give up under any circumstances."

She took a deep breath, calmed herself, and said in a low voice:

"That is, the life of the one I love."

"The life of someone you love?"

Livre was taken aback, somewhat bewildered:

"Why did He ask you to give me this? Why did He give me the life of the one you love?"

"I do not know."

Ms. B shook her head:

"Perhaps it's to awaken your inner self, perhaps it's to unleash your potential, perhaps it's for some kind of ritual, or perhaps it's just a little joke from the gods..."

Her eyes were filled with sorrow:

"Out of reverence for the gods, I struggled for a long time before telling my loved one the news and asking for her opinion. What saddened me was that she was actually willing to give her life for you."

Liviel was taken aback, a vague suspicion forming in her mind. Could it be...?

Ms. B sighed and said slowly, word by word:

"So, on that night, on the night the altar rose at the Riverside Theater, she came to your side without hesitation and used her own life to fight for your chance."

Chapter 144 The Fool Has Taken the Bait?

Livre's heart suddenly jolted violently, and an indescribable bitterness and shock instantly swept through her body, causing her to subconsciously hold her breath.

Ms. B's voice grew weaker and weaker, filled with barely concealed sobs and sorrow:

"However, I did not obey the will of the gods because I could not bear to see her die there, so I took it upon myself to rescue her."

Livre said tremblingly:

"Is the person you love Rowling?"

Ms. B did not speak, but simply gazed quietly into the distance:

“I became Earl Johnson’s bodyguard when I was twelve, and Rowling was six. We grew up together, we went through that upheaval together, we witnessed the Earl’s death together, and we fled to Tingen together…”

"The Witch Cult and the royal family have some kind of cooperation. In exchange for joining the Witch Cult, I obtained a promise from the royal family to let Rowling go."

"However, Rowling still couldn't escape the clutches of fate. She fell into the hands of those cultists, but no matter how much I pleaded, the Witch Cult refused to help! I even suspected that they were behind it all! Unfortunately, at the time I was just a Sequence 8 instigator..."

As Ms. B spoke, tears of regret welled up in her eyes:

"Later, I wanted to take her away, but she had been corrupted, and besides, she was a kind person, and she couldn't bear to leave those suffering women behind."

"Later, I wanted to use you to save Rowling, but I never expected that you would steal her heart as well."

Livr listened silently, pondered for a long time, and then said with deep emotion:

“I never imagined you had such a past, Mr. Sinclair Theodore.”

Ms. B simply smiled indifferently:

"You knew all along."

She then said sadly:

"After rescuing Rowling, we were hunted down by the Witch Cult. We fled all the way, and after many twists and turns, whether it was fate or the arrangement of some god, we returned to Tingen and encountered the Witch Cult again."

"In the fierce battle, Rowling and I killed Ms. C, but I was seriously injured by Ms. A, also known as Mrs. Sharon, and was captured by her. Fortunately, Rowling escaped."

"Now that things have come to this, I don't understand why they still want to capture Rowling. Does the Earl's bloodline have to be cut off?"

Ms. B gripped the bedsheet tightly, her cold eyes filled with resentment.

Then, she loosened her grip, looked at Livre, and said with a hint of self-mockery:

"Now I understand why they wanted to capture Rowling. It's because of you. You're back."

"I don't know why, but maybe it's because that deity felt that Rowling was very important to you."

Sometimes, I really hate you, Reeves.

Ms. B's eyes held a hint of resentment:

"You stole the woman I loved most and changed my life. Compared to you, who are watched by the gods, we are like withered branches by the roadside, thrown into the raging fire just to warm others."

Upon hearing this, Livre was speechless for a long time.

After a long pause, she could only say, with a self-deprecating tone:

"Now that we're both women, I can't take away the woman you love most."

Suddenly, something occurred to her, and she asked with some curiosity:

"Back then, you tried so hard to seduce me, didn't you? You weren't planning to trick me into bed so you could tell Rowling I was a lecherous man, were you?"

Ms. B was taken aback upon hearing this, and then fell silent.

Livre smiled faintly, unwilling to dwell on the past, and simply asked: