Mystery: The Witch of Desire

Her fingers, which were pressed against Livre's lower abdomen, suddenly bent, piercing into the flesh like eagle claws, and touching the spasming organ.

Liviel screamed, as if her soul had been touched, and excruciating pain surged wildly from her lower abdomen.

She gritted her teeth, communicated with the spiritually rich contents within her lower abdomen, and directly transformed her flesh and blood into black flames.

The next second, Dorothy's face changed, and her fingers felt like they were being burned by fire. She hurriedly pulled her fingers out and let out a heart-wrenching scream.

At the same time, Livre sensed that the dormant sapphire ring on her ring finger had reacted.

It was a powerful force, carrying a captivating allure that penetrated deep into the soul, that entered through the wound in her abdomen and seeped into Liviel's body.

Dorothy, who was burned, did not linger for long. She muttered incantations and chanted a hymn of curses. In an instant, the surrounding air became cold and damp, as if countless tiny souls were rampaging through it.

Liviel, who was already afflicted with the disease, felt the pain of the curse even more acutely. The curse was like a bone-deep affliction, slowly eroding her body and soul.

Not only Livre, but Emily and Dunn, who were also in the room, were in great pain. Their faces were pale, like those of terminally ill old people, and foul-smelling blood was flowing from their mouths and noses. Even Mrs. Sharon was affected by the disease and could only wrap her body in spider silk to protect herself.

Amidst the blossoming disease, Dorothy's palms ignited with flower-like black flames, connecting end to end to form a funeral wreath, radiating a chilling aura in all directions.

In this crisis, Livre no longer hesitated. Taking advantage of the surge of spiritual energy in the sapphire ring on her hand, she placed her hand on the wound on her lower abdomen and recited a prayer through gritted teeth:

"The source of great disasters."

A symbol of destruction and the end of the world.

The witch who rules over chaos...

As Livre chanted, a surge of intense anger towards Chick welled up within her, and the next two lines of the prayer were uttered in a furious roar:

"The madwoman hiding in the mirror!"

"If you don't want me to die, then hurry up and make your move!"

Livre's angry voice echoed in the disease-ridden room, making the air seem heavier.

Dorothy listened to Livre's prayer in disbelief, then burst into a maniacal laugh:

"What kind of prayer is this? How dare you speak to the Primordial One in such an arrogant tone?"

The laughter abruptly stopped. Her expression turned icy, and her eyes flashed with intense killing intent.

"Such foolishness dares to call oneself a primordial benefactor..."

The black flame wreath in her hand surged, poised to strike in Liviel's direction.

"Let me personally judge your sin of blaspheming the primordial!"

Dorothy suddenly arched her body, the black flame wreath in her palm spinning rapidly, and threw it towards Livre, blooming in the air with a dazzling light like fireworks.

Just then, Livre's body suddenly trembled, and the sapphire ring on her hand reflected a chilling light.

The cold light quickly gathered, forming an illusory mirror. In an instant, a stunningly beautiful female figure emerged from the mirror.

The woman had black hair and blue eyes, and was beautiful and ethereal. She wore a simple and pure white robe with high slits on both sides, revealing a pair of flawless legs. Her skin was as white as snow and as tender as a young girl's, giving her an indescribable charm.

She exuded a powerful and awe-inspiring aura; her mere presence dispelled the raging disease in the surrounding area. Her clear blue eyes lazily gazed at Dorothy, and with just a casual glance, the latter trembled and lowered her head.

"White Witch, how could you..."

The woman, whom Dorothy called the White Witch, had a chilling aura in her eyes as she said in a deep voice:

“You have harmed the original benefactor, and I have come to bring forth His punishment.”

Dorothy shuddered, her desperate eyes filled with disbelief:

"No, no, this is impossible! That bitch is clearly desecrating the primordial..."

"enough!"

The White Witch coldly interrupted Dorothy, pointing a finger at her lower abdomen:

"You, hand over your extraordinary characteristics."

Dorothy's expression changed drastically, her face filled with horror:

"But without extraordinary abilities, I will die..."

"That's not within my consideration."

Before Dorothy could finish speaking, the White Witch's fingertips emitted a sluggish spiritual fluctuation, and an invisible petrifying power instantly swept around, enveloping Dorothy directly. Her body stiffened and froze, her skin quickly covered with a cold, stone-like texture, and she became an immobile statue.

At that moment, her life came to an abrupt end, and a mass of extraordinary gray-white substance emerged from her lower abdomen and fell to the ground.

So strong...

Liviel glanced at the White Witch with some surprise. Dorothy was already a Sequence 5 being, yet the White Witch had killed her in an instant.

The White Witch glanced sideways at them, a faint smile playing on her lips, and gently raised her left hand, pointing her fingertip at her right ring finger.

Liviel's gaze unconsciously fell to the same spot where she was wearing the sapphire ring.

Without saying another word, the White Witch stepped into a mirror inside the room and vanished instantly. Dorothy's extraordinary qualities were left behind, not taken away by her.

Is this extraordinary quality meant for me?

A thought flashed through Livre's mind, but before she could even think it through, Mrs. Sharon beside her had already concealed herself and fled towards the outside.

She instantly caught sight of the other party, and the spider silk at her fingertips coiled and gathered, condensing into a slender and sturdy spear.

The spear, writhing with icy black flames, was guided by silk threads and pierced sharply towards Mrs. Sharon's back and heart.

With a soft "plop," blood gushed out, and Mrs. Sharon's concealed figure appeared in the air. She trembled slightly before collapsing heavily to the ground.

Livre picked up Dorothy's extraordinary qualities and then went to Mrs. Sharon's corpse.

At this moment, Dunn, who had been tormented by illness for a long time, also shakily got up from the ground. His face was still pale, but he had regained the ability to move.

"Are you going to arrest me, Mr. Night Watch?"

Livre also picked up Mrs. Sharon's extraordinary pink characteristics, squeezing out a charming smile from her tired expression.

Her gaze was directed at Dunn, but her eyes secretly drifted to the other side, looking at Emily, who was lying on the ground panting.

Although Emily was probably out of danger, she was in very bad condition. Her face was pale, her chest was heaving violently, and a strong smell of blood was coming from her throat.

Upon hearing this, Dunn's deep eyes revealed a complex expression.

After a long pause, he calmly spoke:

"At least tonight, our positions are aligned."

Livr smiled and said nothing more, then turned and walked toward Emily, who was lying on the ground.

Dunn frowned and reached for the pistol at his waist. Emily also looked terrified, wondering what this witch who had just killed her 'comrade' wanted to do to her.

Livre slowly knelt down in front of Emily, her eyes filled with tender pity.

She took off her own Bloodthirsty Gloves, then took Emily's hand and put the gloves on hers.

Emily recovered quickly; before long, her complexion regained its rosy hue, and her rapid breathing gradually subsided.

She stared at Livre in surprise, wondering why she was doing this to her.

Livre simply smiled gently:

"No need to thank me, ladies should help each other."

Her gentle gaze met Emily's watery eyes as they quietly savored this precious moment.

Just then, several gunshots rang out from outside the door, drawing everyone's attention.

Emily turned to look out the window, but when she turned back, she was surprised to find that the witch had vanished.

A little while later, quick footsteps sounded outside the door, and Leonard pushed the door open and walked in, followed by a solemn-looking Klein.

Klein looked around as soon as he entered, and only breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Dunn and Emily were unharmed.

But where did Miss Lover go?

“Captain,” Leonard said with a hint of excitement, “we’ve caught Triss. She just jumped out of the window, and Klein and I managed to stop her and hold her off until the Punisher and the Machine Heart arrived, at which point we managed to capture her.”

Then he saw Mrs. Sharon lying on the ground, and raised an eyebrow with pleasure:

"It seems your operation on this side has also been very successful."

Dunn and Emily, however, were not happy and remained silent.

Leonard seemed a little confused, but he said in an encouraging tone:

"What's wrong, everyone? This is a victory to be celebrated! We have driven out the evil witch and once again defended Tingen."

"Victory... yes, we did win, but it might not be our victory."

Klein muttered to himself, and judging from Dunn and Emily's reactions, he had already guessed what had just happened.

Before entering the three-story house, Miss Lover divined Triss's escape route and instructed him to guide the reinforcements to ambush her. Miss Lover then transformed into Klein's own appearance and entered the house.

Predictably, what happened inside was an infighting led by the witches, which is why the Night Watchers, who should have been celebrating their victory, were somber and lost their sense of honor.

However, regardless of the circumstances, the mission exceeded its objectives. Not only was Triss successfully captured, but Mrs. Sharon was also killed. It must be said, Miss Lover is truly formidable...

Klein, in a good mood, stepped forward to help Dunn and Emily up, telling a lame Intis joke to soothe their wounded hearts.

……

As Livre stealthily made her way out of the West End, she sensed a spiritual fluctuation.

Looking to the side, Ms. B's figure came into view. She was wearing a black hooded robe and looked very tired, as if just standing there had taken a lot of energy. Her hands hung quietly at her sides, with dark blood dripping from her fingertips.

Livre asked with some doubt:

Where did you go?

Ms. B gave a bleak smile:

“Those stupid substitutes alone can’t catch Triss.”

Livre raised an eyebrow, surprised that Ms. B had actually gone to the scene.

She said:

"Since that's the case, you should already know that Lady Sharon is dead. Now can you tell me about Rowling's whereabouts and the truth about Earl Mason Deercha's betrayal?"

Ms. B nodded and said apologetically:

"I will tell you everything I know, but it may not satisfy you, because both of these issues are beyond my control."

Livre frowned, and said calmly:

"Tell me what you know first."

Ms. B said slowly:

"I can say with certainty that my master, Earl Johnson Augustus, is innocent. As for Earl Mason Deercha, I believe he is most likely innocent as well; they were framed. The reason, Earl Johnson once mentioned to me, is that they inadvertently learned of the royal family's cooperation with the Witch Cult, which is probably why they were silenced..."

Liviel's expression darkened. Sure enough, there was some kind of discord between the royal family and the witch cult...

Ms. B continued calmly:

"Although I have no evidence to prove their innocence, the current Chief of the Royal Guard, Viscount Stratford, was one of the main perpetrators of the incident back then. If we could interrogate him, we could probably get direct evidence. However, he was a judge with an arbitral pathway sequence of 6 seven years ago, and he is also a nobleman in an important position. He is not so easy to deal with."

Liviel nodded slightly. In any case, at least there was a direction for the investigation.

"What about Rowling?"

Livre asked impatiently, more concerned about Rowling's whereabouts than the royal family's discord.

Ms. B pondered for a moment, then slowly said:

“Lorraine and I had agreed that if something happened to me, she would flee to the Southern Continent.”

Livre paused for a moment:

Why the Southern Continent?

Ms. B gazed at the southern night sky, a complex expression on her face:

"The kingdom has many colonies in the southern continent, and the people of those colonies are rebelling against the kingdom's rule. Within them lies the key that can ignite a fire..."

As she spoke, a slightly self-deprecating expression appeared on her face:

"These are all unrealistic fantasies. The fundamental reason is that the civilized world's power in the Southern Continent is weak. Otherwise, why do you think those criminals like to migrate to the Southern Continent?"

Upon hearing this, Livre was speechless:

"So, you actually don't know exactly where Rowling is?"

Ms. B nodded slightly: