Mystery: The Witch of Desire

Where is Rowling now?

Ms. B immediately became alert:

"What, you want to arrest her too?"

Livr shook her head gently, her tone tinged with helplessness and earnestness:

"I just want to see her. Don't you even trust me?"

Ms. B gave a cold laugh, her eyes filled with wariness and distance:

"People change. Now that you've advanced to the level of Pleasure, who knows if you're already connected to the Witch Cult? How can I trust you?"

Livre sighed and explained:

"If I were with them, why would I have rescued you?"

"Who knows?" Ms. B sneered again, her suspicion undiminished. "Maybe you two were in cahoots all along! They know they can't communicate with me through spirits, so they hired you to put on this show to trick me into lowering my guard."

Livr sighed again, her tone softening slightly:

"Then what will it take for you to believe me?"

Ms. B's eyes suddenly turned icy cold, her tone filled with a bone-chilling hatred and resolve as she spoke, each word distinct and deliberate:

“Kill Sharon.”

“I don’t blame her for torturing me. No matter how she tortures me, I can not hate her.”

"However, I cannot forgive her for not helping Rowling when she was in dire need."

"If she had used the power of the Witch Cult in Tingen City to rescue Lorraine when the Hyena Gang was still weak, none of these things would have happened later."

Livre was silent for a moment, then slowly nodded:

"Okay, I promise you."

Ms. B was taken aback, clearly not expecting Livre to agree so readily. Leaning against the bed, she said in a firm tone:

"I must see her body with my own eyes, or witness her death with my own eyes."

“No problem.” Livre agreed without hesitation. “Did they leave any marks on you? Can they track you down?”

Ms. B considered for a moment and said:

"Probably not. They can't invade my spirit. After all, I was a divine favored person for a few days. My spirit has been permanently changed. I'm afraid only extraordinary beings at the demigod level could do something to my spirit."

Livre was finally relieved:

"Alright, then you should rest and recover. Once you've recovered, we'll deal with Mrs. Sharon together."

As she spoke, Livre gently handed the bread and water in her hand to Ms. B.

Ms. B's brow relaxed slightly as she reached out to take the bread, her fingertips trembling slightly, clearly still recovering from the ordeal. She first took a sip of water to moisten her dry throat, but her hand remained unsteady as she picked up the bread, making even taking a bite difficult.

Seeing how weak she was, Livre turned around and went outside to order a warm beet soup and a tender grilled steak, which she then brought to her. At first, Ms. B ate slowly in small sips, but she ate faster and faster until she began to wolf down her food, as if she had not eaten for a long time, her eyes filled with undisguised hunger and exhaustion.

After she finished eating, the pallor on her face finally faded, and some color returned. She looked up at Livia, her tone much gentler:

"Excuse me, I need to clean myself and change into clean clothes."

"Okay, you can rest assured and I'll go out and wait for you."

Livre turned to leave the room as she spoke.

“Wait,” Ms. B called out to her quickly, her eyes filled with a pleading yet determined look. “Also, I need a private room. I don’t want to live under the gaze of others anymore.”

Livre hesitated for a moment, then nodded in agreement:

"No problem, I'll arrange it."

Upon hearing this, Ms. B's expression shifted slightly:

"Thank you."

Livre paused, then took the opportunity to ask:

"I have another question: what is the truth behind the murders of Earl Johnson and Earl Mason Deercha? Did Earl Mason really intend to stage a coup?"

Ms. B's expression turned serious again. After a moment of silence, she slowly spoke:

"I can only tell you about this after I kill Sharon."

Livre didn't insist, nodded gently, and left the room, leaving Ms. B alone to rest in peace.

Afterwards, Livre returned to Fors's room, where Hugh and Fors were already anxiously waiting. As soon as she entered, they surrounded her.

"So, did you get any useful information?"

Hugh and Fors spoke almost simultaneously, their eyes filled with curiosity and eagerness.

Livre nodded and said slowly:

"We got some information, but she won't tell us more secrets until we kill Mrs. Sharon."

Hugh nodded thoughtfully, his expression turning serious.

“I see. But Mrs. Sharon is not so easy to deal with. We need to plan this carefully and not act rashly.”

Livre nodded in agreement, but secretly thought to herself: If Hugh knew that the woman she had rescued was Sinclair, whom she had been searching for, she probably would immediately go and fight Mrs. Sharon.

Suppressing her inner thoughts, Livre smiled and said:

"There's one more thing. That lady needs a private room to rest, so we need to book another room."

Xiu looked troubled and said helplessly:

"I just thought of this and I already asked at the front desk, but the rooms are full today and there are no extra rooms available."

Fors was taken aback, and subconsciously said:

"So, does that mean the three of us will have to squeeze into two rooms today?"

Hugh glanced at Fors furtively, looking like he wanted to say something but hesitated. Fors also gave Livre a look.

Livre understood Fors's look, but she couldn't share a room with Fors; tomorrow was Monday, and she had a tarot meeting to attend.

She laughed:

"Hugh, Fors, could you two please squeeze in?"

Xiu breathed a sigh of relief and readily agreed:

"Okay, no problem."

Fors paused, a hint of disappointment flashing across her face, but she didn't say anything more, which was taken as tacit agreement.

……

As night fell, Livr lay in bed, quietly reflecting on everything that had happened that day.

Chick chose Ms. B as his confidante in order to bestow gifts upon me.

Ms. B was just a Sequence 7 witch from a small town in another province. If it weren't for me, she probably would never have received Chik's attention in her entire life.

What is so special about me that makes Chik value me so much, choose those around me to become my companions, and bring me into the world of the mirror...?

She even wanted Rowling to die in front of me...

He wanted to kill Rowling, and he also made me lose my memories of Rowling. What exactly is Chick trying to do?

In that instant, Livre recalled those terrible lucid dreams.

In the boundless, cold darkness, a gigantic mirror stands in the center of nothingness, echoing with a maniacal, seductive laugh, and long, snake-like hair protrudes from its reflection…

Since the moment I transmigrated, this dream has been with me, leading me step by step into the dream world as my sequence advances, along with the black patterns on my lower abdomen.

Liviel reached down and touched her lower abdomen; the alluring patterns seemed to be slightly warming, perhaps because Chick was watching her from the mirror world...

The thought of this made her body tremble slightly, and most of the gratitude she felt for Chik dissipated like smoke.

And then there are the memories deep within my mind, yet to be awakened: Emily Garcia… I wonder what it will be like when everything is finally revealed…

……

The next day, Livre got up early. She did two divinations to confirm that her current location had not been exposed and that her actions last night had not left any traces before she washed, dressed and went out.

She first served breakfast to Ms. B, and then sat down at the small dining table with Fors and Hugh.

“From now on, our goal is clear: kill Mrs. Sharon.”

As Liviel sliced ​​the pork sausage and stuffed it into the toast, she exhaled a chilling killing intent.

“Witches have blood on their hands, and this Mrs. Sharon is no exception. There’s no need to feel cruel.”

Fors and Hugh were not indecisive people, and they both nodded in agreement.

Hugh said with some difficulty:

"What about Sinclair? Should we continue to gather information about him as well? Is it not safe enough to place all our hopes on Miss Cynthia?"

For Hugh, what she couldn't forget was clearing her father's name.

Livr smiled gently:

“Sinclair no longer exists in the world, but Miss Cynthia has a deep relationship with him. She knows many of Sinclair’s secrets. If we can get her to talk, it’s the same as finding Sinclair.”

Upon hearing this, Xiu's eyes lit up, and he was instantly filled with enthusiasm again.

Livre continued:

"The remaining tasks are to find Emily Garcia and inquire about the Fourth Epoch Notebook... I was quite exhausted yesterday, so I won't be going out with you today and will stay at the hotel to rest."

After breakfast, the three of them went about their respective tasks.

Livre returned to her lodgings to rest and recharge before heading out. She went straight to Champagne Street, carefully checking the safe at her address to ensure everything was safe. Then she went to 36 Iron Cross Street to thoroughly examine the empty villa, her planned meeting place with the Fool. She checked every mirror inside and outside the house to ensure her escape route was flawless.

Having settled everything, she hastily ate lunch at a small roadside restaurant before returning to her hotel. Next, she calmly memorized her forged Russell diary, and also recalled the real Russell diary that Ms. B had given her, preparing to present both diaries to the fool. A mix of truth and falsehood would make it easier to gain belief.

And so, it came to three o'clock in the afternoon.

The crimson light burst forth, and Liviel watched silently as she was swallowed by the illusory red light.

……

Above the gray fog, inside the grand palace, a long bronze table stood weathered and ancient.

Liviel's gaze first fell upon the Fool, still shrouded in mist and unfathomable. Then, her gaze shifted to the Lady of Justice beside her, only to find that the other's aura of gray mist seemed to have subtly changed, becoming purer, gathering spiritual peace and a faint light.

She became an extraordinary being...

Liviel was not surprised. Miss Justice had already obtained the recipe at the last Tarot meeting, and with her financial resources, it wouldn't be difficult for her to gather the materials within a week.

Just as she was about to look away, she suddenly noticed that the high-backed chair belonging to "Miss Justice" had changed.

The glittering stars on the back of the chair moved rapidly, forming a fantastical constellation that did not belong to reality.

That constellation was so familiar, like a symbol of a "dragon" in mysticism!

Immediately afterwards, illusory constellations appeared behind the Hanged Man's chair, which were symbols of "storms".

Livre glanced back at the constellation symbol on her seat with some curiosity, only to be surprised to find that the symbol represented a blood-red rose.

At this moment, Mr. Fool tapped the edge of the long table three times with his fingers and said with a smile:

"Congratulations, Miss Justice, you are now an extraordinary being."

Miss Justice paused for a moment, then smiled faintly:

"Thank you, Mr. Fool, and of course, thank you, Mr. Hanged Man."

"It's faster than I expected."

"The Hanged Man said frankly."

"Congratulations, Miss Justice."

Livr also offered her blessings, trying to appear as a sociable person.

Mr. Fool did not continue the topic. He tapped his brow, smiled, and said:

"Ladies and gentlemen, have you found Russell's diary?"

The Hanged Man looked around, remained silent for a few seconds, and then spoke first:

"I found two pages of Emperor Roselle's diary and memorized their contents."

"I have one page."