Mystery: The Witch of Desire

After much deliberation, Livre took a small amount of her menstrual blood from the previous month. This viscous, dark red liquid was not only rich in spirituality but also easy to ingest. Furthermore, for the Storm Church, which was known for its misogyny, it was inherently blasphemous.

After making preparations, Livre and Elaine disembarked in a small boat. Before parting, she gave Elaine 50 gold pounds to buy boat tickets and cover living expenses in the southern continent.

Elaine took the money tremblingly, pursed her lips, and said with slightly reddened eyes:

"If we meet again someday, I will definitely repay you."

Liviel smiled slightly, not expecting Elaine to repay her, after all, she was just a weak Sequence 9.

"The world is vast, madam; we probably won't see each other again."

After saying that, she turned and left, heading towards the Denap Harbor district.

"Wait, wait a minute!"

After hesitating for a few seconds, Elaine grabbed the hem of her clothes and called out to Livre.

"May I know your name?"

Chapter 203 The Man Wearing a Monocle

Livre didn't turn around, she just waved her hand:

"You can call me Marilyn Monroe."

……

After leaving the private port, Livre took a taxi to the city. The city of Denap Island was not large, with only a few streets running from north to south, and the entire island had a population of only tens of thousands.

Located on a central street in the city, the Storm Church is one of the tallest buildings on the island, its soaring spire a testament to the Storm Church's dominance over the sea.

However, in stark contrast to its magnificent appearance, the church's interior is home to only a small, understaffed squad of Punishers. The total number of Punishers and Extraordinary beings within the church does not exceed ten. The squad leader is only a Sequence 7 level individual and also serves as the church's bishop.

This is why Livre dared to commit blasphemy in this church. She wouldn't have dared to do such a thing in the core church of Bayam, since it's said that 'Sea King' Yann Courtman's lightning is very painful.

Liviel alighted from the carriage, glanced at the Storm Church from a distance, and slowly approached it.

She originally wanted to change her appearance to that of a man, but considering that doing such a thing with a female appearance would be even more blasphemous, she only slightly altered her appearance to make herself look like a devout and holy lady.

Then, she entered the church with a solemn expression.

The male believers who were praying and the priest standing to the side all looked at them with surprise. To them, female believers were even rarer than pirates.

The stern-faced priest stepped forward and spoke in as gentle a tone as possible, yet still sounding somewhat firm:

"Madam, is there anything I can help you with?"

Livre bowed slightly and spoke in her melodious voice:

“I am a devout follower of my Lord, and I come to offer my humble respect.”

As she spoke, she stepped forward and dropped a five-pound note into the offering box.

"The storm is above."

As the banknotes hit the ground, Livre straightened her back, stood upright, and slammed her left fist firmly into her full, soft right breast, leaving the young priest stunned.

After a long while, the young priest finally came to his senses and quickly returned the gesture by punching his chest.

"Storm above!"

He lowered his right hand and said excitedly:

"It's been a long time since I've seen such a devout female believer as you. Is there anything I can do for you?"

In the priest's gaze, Livr's beautiful face seemed to be veiled in a holy glow, and her melodious voice was as beautiful as a sea singer's:

"I want to make a confession and pour out my heart to the Lord."

"Confession? No problem!"

The priest readily agreed and led Livia into the confessional next to the main hall.

Upon entering the closed confessional and closing the door, the priest suddenly had a strange feeling.

He had never confessed to a woman, nor had he ever been alone in a room with a woman other than his partner. However, within the Church of the Goddess of Night, these were actually quite normal occurrences…

The priest took a slow breath, walked to the confessional, and sat down with Livre across a partition that blocked their view. Both sides of the partition were engraved with the same Storm Church emblem, symbolizing divine solemnity and power.

This design aims to reduce the psychological pressure on believers making confessions, allowing them to freely express their inner sins.

After being seated, the priest spoke softly in as gentle a tone as possible:

"Confess to the Lord the sins in your heart. There is no need to worry or be lost. He will forgive all your sins."

Livre's lips curved into a slight smile as she spoke in a affected, sorrowful tone:

"I...I'm so sorry to my husband..."

!! ?

The young priest was stunned. He hadn't expected that his first confession to a woman would start with such provocative content.

He composed himself and tried to comfort her gently:

“Lost sheep, Lord forgive you…repent your sins fully to the Lord.”

“My husband’s name is Morivan, and he is a devout believer in storms.”

As Livre spoke, she pulled the bottle containing menstrual blood from her pocket.

“I am a private tutor. Recently, behind my husband's back, I took in a male student. I even signed a contract with my student, agreeing to share the debts, completely trust each other, and treat each other with tenderness…”

The priest, disregarding the rules of confession, asked in astonishment:

"Why sign this kind of contract with students? It's like a marriage between husband and wife!"

Livre smiled with a hint of mockery, feigning a pained expression:

"I don't know either. Maybe it's because I want my husband to suffer, and seeing his pained expression would satisfy my morbid desires..."

At that moment, Livre felt the priest on the other side of the partition trembling slightly. He must have been torn between listening to the confession of a believer as a clergyman and condemning a harlot as a man.

The time was ripe, and Livre opened the bottle containing menstrual blood, immediately releasing a rich, fragrant aroma.

Before the priest could realize something was wrong, Livre picked up the bottle and poured the brownish-red liquid onto the Storm Emblem in front of her.

In that instant, Livre felt a strong sense of blasphemy.

It was a mysterious pleasure, a blasphemous pleasure, that filled her mind, making every cell in her body tremble uncontrollably.

"Storm above!"

Unable to contain her excitement, she let out a soft cry and slammed her left fist hard into her soft, yielding breasts, feeling the pleasure emanating from them.

The priest opposite noticed the unusual smell and atmosphere and asked with some confusion:

"Madam, what's wrong? Are you alright?"

Liviel didn't reply. She dipped a piece of paper into the bloodstains spilled on the Storm Emblem, then stood up, ready to run away.

The priest was silent for a few seconds, then suddenly stood up, strode to Livre's side, and saw the filthy black and red stain on the Storm Emblem.

His expression instantly changed from surprise to fury, and he clenched his fists and roared:

"You bastard! You filthy woman, what have you done to the Lord!"

Livr smiled charmingly:

"I'm adding more femininity to the Church of Storms."

Having said that, she was about to slip away when she suddenly saw the young priest tremble and then lower his head.

Liviel was stunned for a moment. Just a instant ago, she felt that the priest's aura had become unfamiliar and profound, as if he were a high-sequence extraordinary being whose depths she could not fathom.

She cautiously took a step back, put on the writhing hunger ring on her left hand, and gripped the sapphire ring tightly in her other hand.

At this moment, the young priest raised his head, a faint smile playing on his lips:

“Not bad, miss, even I can’t help but applaud you.”

As he spoke, he pulled a crystal monocle from his pocket, put it on his right eye, and said in a mocking tone:

“I admit, you have a real talent for blasphemy.”

Who is this person? He has been secretly observing me for a long time, but I didn't even notice his presence!

Without further hesitation, Livre immediately activated her mirror-travel ability and returned to the Treasure Ship.

Inside the confessional, the priest transformed into a young man. He wore a black classical robe and a matching pointed soft cap, with a crystal monocle over his right eye. He had slightly wavy black hair, a broad forehead, and a thin face. His deep black eyes held a faint smile, giving him a refined and composed air.

He raised his hand to adjust his monocle, and muttered to himself with a hint of regret:

"What a pity, this clone is only at Sequence 4 strength, otherwise, I could have tracked down that beautiful lady and had a good chat about blasphemy..."

On the Treasure, a shaken Livre gasped for breath. She quickly transformed into Pratt's appearance and ordered the boatswain to set sail immediately.

After a flurry of preparations, the Treasure was ready to set sail, except for a small boat to ferry the crew back to port.

"Let's not wait for it, let's set off immediately..."

Just as Livre was about to give such an order, she saw a small black dot in the distance grow larger and larger; it was the small boat returning.

Strangely, there seemed to be a woman's figure on that small boat.

Elaine?!

Why is she back?

Livre watched with a somewhat gloomy expression as the small boat gradually approached, and watched as the red-haired Elaine shakily boarded the boat.

Upon seeing Livre, who was disguised as Pratt, her expression became hesitant and nervous. Only after Livre led her to the bedroom and revealed her true identity did she let out a long sigh of relief and say with some helplessness:

"Denap Port Ticketing Company says that due to the recent maritime situation, routes to the southern mainland no longer stop at Denap Island."

Livre replied in a cold tone:

"So why don't you go back to Bayam and then travel from Bayam to the Southern Continent?"

Elaine hesitated for a moment before speaking:

"I... I ran into the pirates from this ship at a restaurant. They recognized me and told me that your ship's destination is actually the Southern Continent?"

As she spoke, she looked at Livre with a questioning gaze, a look that held both inquiry and pleading.

Which bastard has so many mouths...

Livre thought to herself, then said with a straight face:

"So what if I am? I have no obligation to send you to the Southern Continent."

Upon hearing this, Elaine's eyes immediately reddened. She walked up to Livre and said in an almost pleading tone:

"Please, give me a ride. I... I'll do anything..."

"Oh? Does that include offering your body?"

Livre raised an eyebrow and deliberately used a mocking tone to humiliate Elaine, hoping that she would leave on her own out of shame and indignation.

Upon hearing this, Elaine's eyes immediately filled with panic, her hands gripped the hem of her skirt tightly, and her body trembled uncontrollably.

To Livre's surprise, she did not choose to leave, but instead nodded slightly, almost imperceptibly.

"As long as I can reach the Southern Continent, I'm willing to repay you with my body..."

This woman is such a hassle...

With a hint of helplessness, Liviel made a mocking expression and gestured with her chin towards the door:

“I don’t care about your appearance. What I mean is, let those pirates outside have a good time with your body.”

Elaine looked up in alarm and quickly covered her chest:

"No, no, I'd rather die!"

Tears welled up in her eyes, and her slightly reddened eyes were filled with desperate struggle, which finally softened Livre's heart.

Anyway, the divination has already been done, and Elaine's fate wasn't influenced by any extraordinary factors; it was simply due to her misfortune...

Livre sighed helplessly:

"Alright, I can take you to the Southern Continent, but once you arrive, you must leave immediately. I will not travel with you anymore."

"Ok, no problem!"

Elaine's eyes lit up with excitement, and she readily agreed.

Tracy, why should I be the one to take care of your mistress...?