Mystery: The Witch of Desire

"You're right, we still need to eat. We need to be in good shape to be able to help her..."

Just then, a clear, melodious laugh rang in my ears:

"I didn't expect you to think this way about me? You can't even eat?"

Fors was taken aback by what he heard, then looked up, his expression filled with excitement:

"Miss Marilyn Monroe!"

Fors jumped up excitedly and threw herself into Livre's arms:

"Why are you only just getting back? Hugh and I were so worried! Ugh..."

Fors looked up with some surprise and saw Livre's slightly red and swollen eyes.

"Miss Marilyn Monroe, why are you crying?"

Livre rubbed her eyes and flashed a bright smile:

"It's nothing, I was just too excited to see you all."

……

That night.

Hugh and Fors took Livia to a high-end restaurant next to the Lily Hotel to celebrate her safe return.

Dinner was sumptuous: roasted veal steak with asparagus, confit duck, seafood and vegetable stew, accompanied by Intis Porto red wine, and afterwards, a sweet and tender baked blueberry pudding...

The three women chatted and ate to their hearts' content. Hugh insisted on paying the bill; Fors always spent money lavishly, so she needed to be generous when it came to treating others.

After dinner, the three of them strolled back to the Lily Inn together. Fors and Hugh didn't investigate what Livia had done; they simply exchanged recent information.

Hugh reminded him:

“Miss Monroe, you’d better go and check on Miss Cynthia. In the few days you’ve been gone, she hasn’t said a word to us and has eaten very little.”

Livre nodded slightly and went to Ms. B's room.

Ms. B was lying on the bed, sitting up with her eyes vacantly staring out the window.

Upon seeing Livre enter, she surprisingly showed a slight smile:

"I thought you had died out there."

"That's a very sincere greeting."

Livre responded with a smile.

Ms. B gave a soft hum:

"If you don't come back soon, I'm planning to go and settle the score with Sharon myself."

Liviel activated her spiritual vision, looked at her still weakened spirit body, and helplessly advised:

"Don't do anything foolish. We've caught the Witch Cult by the skin of our teeth. The Night Watchers have their eyes on an instigator named Tris and are preparing to make his arrest. I believe he's in contact with Mrs. Sharon."

“Tris…” Ms. B frowned. “I remember him. He does have contact with Mrs. Sharon. However, the witches are very vigilant. It will probably be difficult for the Night Watch team to wipe them all out.”

"I'm here, aren't I?" Livre smiled. "Don't worry, I will keep our promise."

She left a dinner for Ms. B and then turned and left.

Back in her room, Livr couldn't wait to take off her clothes and take a long, hot bath. She was exhausted from the past few days and desperately needed rest.

However, when she walked out of the steamy bathroom wrapped in a bathrobe, she found Fors already half-lying on the bed, smiling as she stared at her fair skin.

Livre gave a wry smile, somewhat helplessly:

"Sometimes, I really find the apprentices' abilities quite frustrating."

Fors smiled meaningfully:

"Indeed, witches are better. They not only have pleasing appearances, but they also bring genuine joy to people, don't they?"

Upon hearing this, Livre showed a somewhat frightened expression:

"I'm sorry, Fors, I'm really tired today..."

Fors slowly stood up, walking gracefully towards Livre, a sly smile gleaming in her beautiful eyes:

"That's not up to you..."

……

The following morning, Monday.

Livre opened her sleepy eyes, her body brimming with vitality as if she had been reborn.

Because she was too tired yesterday, she slept very well last night.

A few seconds later, Fors's half-asleep whimpering rang out beside her:

"Miss Marilyn Monroe, why are you up so early..."

"It's already eleven o'clock..."

Livre reluctantly crawled out of bed and began to get dressed.

"If my hunch is right, they'll be coming to our door for lunch soon. If you don't want to have to awkwardly walk out the door, you'd better get up now."

"What does it matter? My room is right next door anyway..."

Fors lingered reluctantly in the comfortable bed, unwilling to get up for a long time.

Just then, Xiu's voice arrived from outside the door as expected:

"Miss Monroe, would you like to go for lunch?"

Fors reluctantly got out of bed and groggily walked to the wall:

"That guy, Hugh, is a real handful."

After saying that, she used her ability to pass through walls to return to the next room.

A few minutes later, the two opened the door at the same time and went to the restaurant with Hugh.

After lunch, Livre used the excuse of needing to take another nap to lock herself in her room. At the same time, she repeatedly warned Fors not to use her apprentice's abilities to open the door and come in. If she disobeyed, she would give her the most severe punishment with the Bloodthirsty Gloves.

Fors pouted in a huff, but the thought of the Bloodthirsty Gloves' powerful abilities made her tremble slightly, so she had to suppress her little thoughts.

With some time still to go before the Tarot meeting began, Livre began examining the sapphire ring.

She tried to take the ring off, but found it was as if it were glued to her finger and she couldn't get it off no matter what she did.

Livre tried to infuse the ring with spirituality, but the ring did not react at all, just like an ordinary ring sold in a jewelry store.

After several unsuccessful attempts, Livre had no choice but to temporarily abandon the experiment.

And so, the clock quietly struck three in the afternoon.

A deep crimson spread throughout the room, creating ethereal ripples.

The next moment, three deep red blobs appeared beside the ancient and mottled bronze table, blurring and stretching into illusory human figures.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Fool."

Miss Justice bowed and teased with a favorite quip of the upper class:

"It's a pity there's no fine wine here, otherwise I could have toasted your success."

"Your strength far exceeds our imagination."

The Hanged Man also offered a word of praise.

They were referring to the matter of ritual magic. During Livre's period of seclusion, both Miss Justice and Mr. Hanged Man addressed Mr. Fool by chanting his name, which brought their reverence for him to its peak.

Of course, Livre suspected that the veneration for Mr. Fool was in accordance with the law of conservation, and that the extra veneration for justice and the Hanged Man was actually taken from her.

She glanced furtively at Mr. Fool, who sat at the head of the bronze table, and couldn't help but laugh at the thought that Klein was playing tricks under the fog.

Klein was still shrouded in an extremely dense gray mist. He pressed his right hand down as if answering a trivial question:

“Very good. This shows that we are on a very effective path. In the future, if you have something to do and cannot get away on Monday afternoon, please hold the ceremony in advance and let me know.”

“Okay.” Miss Justice nodded lightly. “Mr. Fool, I have obtained another page of Emperor Roselle’s diary. I should still owe one page.”

"This week, I've been away from land and haven't found anything new."

The upside-down man places his right hand on his chest and bends forward to express his apology.

"Don't worry about it, this matter is destined to take a long time."

Klein leaned back in his chair, tapped the armrest with his index finger, and instructed Miss Justice to reproduce the diary.

Then, he began to read without any emotional fluctuations.

During this time, Miss Justice habitually looked up, as if she were an observer.

Livre frowned slightly and coughed softly.

Miss Justice snapped back to her senses and quickly turned to look ahead, her expression somewhat frightened.

She probably unconsciously activated the audience's observation skills, and out of consideration for protecting her fellow villager's identity, Liviel kindly reminded Miss Justice.

Miss Justice, still shaken, looked at Livre and nodded slightly in gratitude for the reminder, while her heart was still filled with lingering fear.

"If it weren't for Miss Lover, I probably would have gone to observe a deity instead. Good heavens... the audience must remember what they can and cannot watch..."

After a long while, Mr. Fool raised his head, with a calm smile on his face:

"I'm sorry to have kept you waiting."

"It is our honor."

The three of them nodded slightly in response.

The somewhat guilty Miss Justice was the first to look at the Hanged Man, her voice even a little hesitant as she spoke:

"Mr. Hanged Man, um... where can I find the Psychological Alchemy Society?"

The Hanged Man shook his head and said:

“Miss Justice, firstly, I don’t know any clues. Secondly, I don’t think you need to be in such a hurry to find the Psychological Alchemy Society. Your current focus should be on digesting the audience’s potion.”

Miss Justice glanced quickly at the Fool, and seeing that he had no intention of adding anything, nodded with slight disappointment:

"I just want to have plenty of time to prepare and connect with them more naturally. Okay, so when can I digest the audience's magic potion and end the role? Is there any standard for judging this? I hardly experience any more irritability or delirium anymore."

The Hanged Man glanced at the Fool in the gray mist, and seeing that he made no move, he carefully chose his words and began:

"For most people who are unaware of the 'acting method,' the general principle is to wait at least three years and confirm that there are no signs of mania, auditory hallucinations, or visual hallucinations. Then, a simple method is used to determine this: push yourself to your limit. If you still don't hear crazy whispers or see strange things in this state, then you can advance."

"As for the 'role-playing method,' I've only just come into contact with it, and it feels great. It shouldn't take more than three years."

At this moment, Livre spoke in her usual tone:

"I believe that in low-sequence cases, as long as the role is strictly followed, it can be completely digested in a short period of time, and it is not impossible to digest it in less than a month."

"The signs of complete digestion will come naturally to you in time; you won't need anyone to teach you."

"It's a feeling of exhilaration that breaks through the threshold, spreading throughout the body and bringing a heartfelt joy, just like..."

Her words ended abruptly, revealing a sexy and charming smile.

Upon hearing this, the Hanged Man gave Livre a wary look. Generally speaking, women who can calmly tell dirty jokes are not simple people.

Miss Justice stared wide-eyed, somewhat bewildered:

"Like what?"

Livre didn't say anything more, but just smiled faintly and remained silent.

Why does Miss Lover only say half of what she means...?

Miss Justice muttered a puzzled thought to herself, but she was still quite satisfied with Livre's answer, seeing hope that she could digest the potion in a short time.

She then looked at Klein, who was seated at the head of the table, and said:

"Mr. Fool, do you have any plans to add new members?"

Klein had clearly considered this question beforehand; he leaned back relaxed and replied:

"At first, it was just an experiment, without many additional considerations."

"But now, as a regular gathering, members must be strictly selected, and secrecy is our principle."

Miss Justice nodded slightly, a thoughtful expression on her face.