Mystery: The Witch of Desire

"Mother, save me!"

Livre and Edwina instinctively took a step back, their expressions extremely solemn. They both clearly sensed just how powerful this White Witch was.

However, to their surprise, the White Witch did not launch an immediate attack. Instead, she looked at the sapphire ring on Livre's finger and spoke softly:

"Why did you try to assassinate Tracy? She was my youngest child, and the one I cared about most."

Chapter 175 Mother's Atonement

Her voice carried a mature charm, yet also a touch of girlish sweetness, perfectly showcasing the allure of women at different stages of life. Combined with her beautiful face and elegant figure, it instantly captured Liviel's heart, making her feel as if she were immersed in the sweetness of love.

Livre quickly shook her head vigorously, using her ability to suppress her and Edwina's desires to the minimum, thus resisting the intense allure.

She composed herself and carefully chose her words:

"Tracy captured this lady's crew member and abused him. We were forced to find Tracy's mistress and exchange her for the crew member. However, I couldn't bear to send an innocent lady back into the arms of pirates, so I had to come here in person to settle this score."

Liviel didn't expect her words to sway the White Witch. After all, even a saint would favor their own child, let alone a high-ranking member of a witch's cult.

She simply wanted to buy more time to find an opportunity to activate the mirror markers and escape. Currently, she had left mirror markers in Tingen, Damir Island, and on the Golden Dream. However, the mirror markers were still abilities left to her by the White Witch, and Liviel lacked confidence in whether she could activate them and escape in front of her.

At this moment, the alluring and captivating White Witch spoke:

"So that's how it is..."

She slowly stepped forward and bowed deeply to Livre and Edwina:

"I'm sorry, as a mother, for what I did for my child. I sincerely apologize to you..."

Livre and Edwina were taken aback, exchanging a disbelieving glance, unable to understand why the White Witch, whose strength far surpassed theirs, would do such a thing.

Could she really be a saint who believes in reason?

Tracy was also taken aback. After a long pause, she asked, somewhat indignantly:

"Mother, why are you apologizing to them? With your abilities..."

"Stop talking, child."

The White Witch spoke calmly, stopping Tracy from continuing. Then, with her watery eyes fixed on Livre, she continued:

"However, no mother is willing to watch her child lose their life, even if the child has committed a sin..."

A hint of sorrow appeared in her eyes, and she said in a desolate tone:

"So, I beg you, please forgive my child?"

Livre was even more puzzled, but she dared not easily let go of Tracy. Once she was certain her child was safe, the White Witch might abandon her facade and turn on her and Edwina...

Just as Liviel hesitated, the White Witch spoke softly again:

“I know that a few words of apology are not enough to earn your forgiveness. How about this, could you please let Ms. ‘Iceberg General’ leave first? I will express my apology with my actions.”

Edwina was taken aback, then looked at Livre and gently shook her head.

Liviel also felt a sense of unease. The White Witch's actions were likely aimed at sowing discord between her and Edwina. Was she trying to defeat them one by one?

Perhaps the White Witch who arrived was only an avatar or an illusion, lacking sufficient strength, which is why she resorted to this roundabout tactic...

Edwina clearly shared the same view, calmly stating:

“I will not leave. I will stay with her until we are both safe.”

The White Witch smiled slightly. The smile was sweet and playful, like that of a teenage girl who had not yet reached adulthood, but it unexpectedly matched her mature and voluptuous temperament, without any sense of incongruity of a mature woman trying to look young.

She slowly raised her finger and touched Edwina's forehead:

"You should go back. I won't hurt her. I just want to atone for the sins my child committed. Please understand a mother's pain."

The White Witch's instigation stirred Edwina's inner desire for life. Her expression became blank, she picked up a teleportation talisman, activated her spiritual power, and her figure slowly dissipated from the spot.

In the last instant before her snow-white cheeks disappeared, she seemed to regain her senses, but it was too late. She could only look regretfully at Livia, who was left all alone, her light blue eyes filled with worry.

A storm raged within Livre's heart, and she dared not harbor any more illusions.

Without a doubt, this White Witch was the real person. She was an extremely powerful demigod-level witch who easily instigated a pirate general.

Now, he would have to face this demigod alone.

Livre gripped the puppet tightly, exerting all her strength to manipulate the spiritual threads and barely managing to control Tracy. Faced with such a powerful enemy, the hostage was her only trump card.

The White Witch smiled faintly, her eyes sparkling, and spoke like a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl:

"Now, let me atone for the sins my child committed..."

She slowly walked towards Livre, her bare white feet making a soft sound on the floor, yet it resonated in Livre's heart like an earthquake.

Finally, the two were less than two or three meters apart. Livre's heart was pounding with tension.

Before Liviel could figure out what the White Witch wanted to do, she removed her white robe, revealing her perfect, work-of-art body to Liviel.

"Alright, you can release that puppet now. The current level of control is enough to prevent Tracy from doing anything."

The White Witch spoke softly in her beautiful, song-like voice, her watery eyes filled with a lingering, ambiguous allure.

"Mother!"

When Tracy saw her mother acting this way in front of Livre, she cried out in anguish.

Why did you do this! Why! Why!

“My child…” the White Witch said with deep sorrow, “I am cleansing your sins. Only in this way can I make amends to her and make her forgive you.”

Liviel swallowed hard, forcing herself not to look at the White Witch, and said in a deep voice:

What exactly do you want to do?

The White Witch smiled alluringly, her enchanting, dreamlike voice echoing in her ears:

"Let me, the mother, atone for my child's sins..."

"Please forgive my child, take everything I have..."

Livre was completely stunned, hardly believing what she was hearing.

In order to make me spare her child, the White Witch's choice was...

Tracy was also in shock, her body trembling violently, as if in even greater pain than when she was about to be killed.

She cried out in heart-wrenching sobs:

"Mother, I beg you, don't do this! I'd rather die than let you suffer this humiliation because of me!"

A single, slippery tear slid down the corner of the White Witch's eye. With a gentle touch of her slender fingers, a clump of sticky spider silk sealed Tracy's lips, leaving her only able to whimper and unable to utter a single word of protest.

"My child, please forgive your mother. Everything I've done is for you..."

She gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, turned to Livre, and her face still wore a warm and gentle smile like a spring breeze:

Liviel was startled.

No, no, you absolutely mustn't be fooled...

She took a laborious step back, using her remaining sanity to manipulate the puppet and maintain control over Tracy:

"I don't need your compensation. Let me go, and I'll let Tracy go..."

The White Witch smiled lightly, her lips pursed, and said coquettishly like a young girl clinging to her lover:

"Why? Don't you want to digest the pleasure potion?"

Livre, resisting the irresistible temptation, said solemnly:

"Your strength makes me wary."

The White Witch revealed a faint smile:

"So that's how it is."

With a flick of her fair hand, a pair of golden shackles appeared in her palm. These shackles radiated a powerful spiritual energy and were covered with densely packed runes, somewhat similar to the shackles Mrs. Sharon used to imprison Ms. B, but containing an even stronger spiritual energy.

Liviel frowned, thinking that the White Witch was going to force herself on her, and quickly strengthened the control of the spiritual threads over Tracy.

Unexpectedly, the White Witch tossed the golden shackles over, smiling as she said:

"These are shackles made of magic-resistant metal. Even a demigod cannot unleash extraordinary abilities while bound by them..."

Liviel accepted the demon-blocking golden shackles and personally experienced their powerful sealing ability.

Tracy was in immense pain, and two streams of cloudy tears slid down her cheeks...

……

……

Livre took a soft breath, calming her erratic breathing.

She could feel that the heavy threshold had finally been breached.

At this moment, she finally fully absorbed the potion of pleasure.

What a long journey...

Recalling the process of digesting the potion of pleasure, Livre remarked that it was probably the most difficult potion she had ever drunk to digest, and it took her so much effort to finally succeed.

The White Witch seemed to be merely participating in a childish game, her serene smile still lingering on her lips.

This made Liviel wonder, and for some reason, thinking about these things made her feel somewhat lost.

However, the White Witch seemed to see right through Livre's thoughts, gently stroking her hair and softly comforting her.

Liviel looked somewhat embarrassed, but then she realized that now was not the time to think about such things. Tracy, who was being controlled by the spiritual threads, was about to break free. Her originally azure eyes were now bloodshot, and she was staring at Liviel as if she were an enemy.

Livr sighed. Now, she had a permanent grudge against the ailing general.

She desperately wanted to eliminate Tracy now, while the White Witch was bound by the Demon-Blocking Golden Shackles, to prevent any future trouble.

However, she had just demanded so much compensation from the White Witch, and now she was simply incapable of turning on her and killing Therese...

A mother who gave everything for her child, in the end, still couldn't save her child...

Just thinking about this kind of scenario made Liviel feel like she was on the evil side...

Let's leave. The potion of pleasure has been fully digested, and the potion of pain only needs one more ingredient to complete. Now, the first thing to do is to advance.

Livre let out a soft breath, got out of bed, and began to get dressed.

Are you leaving...?

The White Witch lay on her side on the bed, her hands behind her back, like a docile lamb clinging to its master, and asked questions with reluctance.

"Yes."

Liviel was a little embarrassed to look at the White Witch, so she just nodded with her back to her.

Livre quickly finished dressing, carefully cleaning up any hair and bodily fluids she had left in the cabin to prevent Tracy from using them as a medium to curse her.

The White Witch smiled sweetly and gently, like a young girl, and whispered:

"Before you leave."

"Even for me, maintaining this posture for so long is getting a bit tiring."

Livre blushed, remained silent for a few seconds, then took out the key to the shackles, tossed it lightly in front of Tracy.

This provocative action reignited the humiliation in Tracy's heart. She gritted her teeth, letting out an angry whimper like a young animal, desperately trying to break free from the remaining spiritual threads, wishing she could fight Livre to the death right now.

"I'm sorry, but I don't want you to regain your ability to move until I'm safely out of here."

The White Witch smiled slightly, saying nothing, but quietly looking at Livia, her watery eyes filled with tenderness and affection.

Livre avoided eye contact with her, took a soft breath, and used her spiritual power to activate the sapphire ring's teleportation ability, anchoring the destination onto the Golden Dream.

The small occult sailboat had already traveled over a hundred kilometers, but was still within the range of the mirror beacon.

Liviel lightly touched the sapphire ring, and an illusory mirror appeared before her. Under the gentle gaze of the White Witch, she slowly stepped into the mirror.

In the final moment before leaving, she couldn't suppress the pounding in her heart. She met the White Witch's eyes and softly asked:

"May I know your name, ma'am?"

The White Witch smiled sweetly, her voice echoing through the passageway of the mirror world:

“My name is Katarina…”

……

Liviel's figure disappeared, leaving only Tracy and the White Witch Katarina in the room.