Mystery: The Witch of Desire

"This seems like a good outcome. It erases the gaze of that evil god while retaining the power He bestowed upon us. Although the essence of the power He bestowed is ultimately corruption, it is still a relatively good result."

Sensing the increasing ethereal nature of her body, she quickly continued to ask:

"I often feel that I act impulsively and without considering the consequences, and I have a certain self-destructive tendency. What causes this?"

At this moment, the etherealization of her body seemed to have reached its limit. She felt her body becoming more and more ethereal, as if it were about to dissipate.

With her last breath, she asked:

Why have you bestowed this gift of fate upon me? What do I need to give in return?

Chick smiled, parted his lips slightly, and uttered a few syllables:

“XXXX, XXXX”

His voice was ethereal and elusive; Liviel could only sense that He was speaking, but she could no longer hear the voice.

The next second, everything returned to nothingness.

……

Chapter 103 The Backlund Incident (Revised)

Spring came later than usual in 1349.

March in Backlund was still a bit chilly, but that couldn't dampen people's enthusiasm for outings. Many couldn't wait to say goodbye to the long, harsh winter and feel the breath of early spring.

Northwestern outskirts of Backlund lies the vast Dreyer Forest, one of the few remaining undeveloped natural landscapes near Backlund. Every spring, many people come to the edge of the forest for picnics and camping, enjoying the beautiful scenery.

On this day, Downton Abbey near Dreyer Wood welcomed a dozen or so refined guests, all members of the Backlund Writers' Guild, including renowned authors such as Leon Marshall, author of *On War*, Lawrence Henderson, author of *A God Within*, and Luna Bell, author of *The Long Night*.

Of course, this also includes up-and-coming writers like Fors Wall.

The group sat on the lawn outside the manor, picnic blankets spread out on the ground, enjoying delicate pastries and slightly tipsy drinks while engaging in lively conversation. Topics ranged from current political events to romantic anecdotes, from creative materials to the exchange of ideas, sparking numerous intellectual insights in their lively exchange.

Among these "sparks," Mrs. Luna Bell, surrounded by several men fawning over her, was particularly eye-catching.

She is known for her straightforward and intense descriptions of eroticism in her writing. Her work, "The Long Night of Desire," has even been jokingly referred to as "the best flirting reading for lovers' nights." She herself is a recognized beauty in high society, and rumors about her often circulate.

Mrs. Luna Bell seemed unconcerned about this, and even openly laughed about it:

"Romantic encounters are the best source of inspiration for writers."

Fors Wall observed this scene of fawning attention from the sidelines, both as accumulating writing material and as a source of inspiration for his own writing.

"I wonder if Mr. Bell minds the color of his hair?"

Just then, she felt a bulging sensation in her lower abdomen, which was very urgent, and she unconsciously squeezed her legs together.

Fors muttered to himself:

"It must be because he drank too much ginger beer..."

This place is quite a distance from Downton Abbey. If you were a very respectable lady or wife, you might force yourself to walk back to Downton Abbey and take care of your personal needs in a clean and enclosed bathroom.

But Fors was just too lazy. Making her walk such a long distance was even more painful than making her write an extra 2,000 words at midnight!

So she decided to take this opportunity to get closer to nature, which is actually a very normal thing to do during a spring outing.

Fors made an excuse to go out for a walk and left the picnic area with a slightly embarrassed air amidst the knowing smiles of the ladies.

After walking for a while, she came to a bush.

"This is perfect spot; the view is nice, and it also provides some shade."

Fors looked around with satisfaction, then confidently lifted her skirt and squatted down. Before long, she was immersed in the bliss of release.

At that moment, a strange fluctuation suddenly came from ahead.

Fors looked up in surprise and saw that the space not far away seemed to have frozen, gradually transforming into a faintly glowing "mirror." Then, a figure stepped out from it—it was a completely naked woman!

She was extremely beautiful, with fair skin, delicate features, and a curvaceous figure. Her full breasts led to a flat stomach without an ounce of fat, and her slender waist connected to her long, snow-white legs, displaying her perfect figure in the spring light. The alluring palace-shaped pattern on her lower abdomen added a touch of seductive charm.

However, her expression was slightly blank, as if she felt unfamiliar with the world before her.

Fors was stunned for a moment, somewhat unable to believe what he was seeing:

"What a nice view……"

She remained squatting there, her eyes meeting the beautiful woman's blank stare, momentarily forgetting that she herself was in a very indecent position.

At that moment, a glimmer of clarity appeared in the woman's watery eyes.

Her gaze fell upon the dew-covered jungle above Fors, and she looked on in astonishment.

Then, her gaze fell upon her naked, snow-white body.

Her beautiful cheeks flushed instantly, and she hurriedly covered her face, turning and fleeing into the nearby bushes.

Fors recovered from her shock and quickly lifted her skirt, staring blankly at the bushes, but the woman was nowhere to be seen.

After a long while, she finally came to her senses, her mind filled with the woman's beautiful figure:

"My God, she's so beautiful... A naked woman outside Backlund? That's a good piece of writing material, but I don't know if it will pass the legality review."

At this time, the literary world in Backlund was unaware that a new writing trend was about to spring up like mushrooms after rain.

……

At that moment, not far from the bushes.

Liviel remained invisible, breathing heavily, her face flushed with shame and indignation.

"That guy, Chick! Why did he throw me out here without any clothes on?!"

She muttered to herself, somewhat annoyed, but was then captivated by the vibrant spring scenery around her, and couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement:

"I spent a really long time in the mirror world... Although I was basically in a state of confusion during that time, I still instinctively felt the passage of time... Fortunately, Chick was always by my side, occasionally whispering some useful knowledge in my ear, otherwise, I would have been bored to death."

Livre thought with some gratitude that her resentment towards Chick for not dressing her had dissipated. Thanks to Chick, her knowledge of occultism was now much richer than before.

"I wonder what year and month it is, and where I am?"

Livre looked around and observed. Her immediate priority was to find herself a suitable outfit and then blend into society from an unnoticed corner, inquiring about the current time, location, social situation, and so on.

Having figured out everything, she hopes to return to Tingen and avenge her parents and brother Jason.

“Dunne Smith, Night Watchers of Tingen, I will kill you all!”

Livre gritted her teeth, the last images of her body before it was destroyed flashing through her mind again:

He and his parents and brother, a family of four, were surrounded by night watchmen from Tingen.

He risked everything to thwart the Rose School's conspiracy, but instead of gratitude from the Night Watchers, he was met with fear and slaughter.

They unleashed a torrent of extraordinary bullets and spells, riddling Jason with bullets. He lay there before them, blood gushing from his chest, his eyes wide open in death.

In his madness, he transformed back into the monster's form and embraced his parents, but they still couldn't withstand the Night Watcher's attack, and his parents died one after the other before his eyes.

Finally, at the moment when he was about to lose his life, the great primordial witch Chik appeared and took him to the world of the mirror.

Livre snapped out of her reverie and let out a slow sigh:

"From then on, there were only three things left in my life: first, to repay Cheek's kindness; second, to take revenge on the Night Watchmen."

Liviel felt the soft, bright spring sunshine, stretched her alluring body, and her eyes shimmered like water:

"The third thing is to experience the world with a brand new body."

Livre cautiously emerged from the bushes and saw the group of writers camping ahead, and the manor in the distance.

Although she is currently invisible, passing by a group of people naked is still a very embarrassing thing.

Liviel plucked some tender green leaves to cover her private parts and nervously sneaked away to the manor.

As she passed the group of writers, she wondered if it was just her imagination, but she noticed a beautiful woman in the crowd giving her a subtle, probing glance.

"I've already turned invisible, will she still be able to see me?"

Liviel couldn't help but feel a little nervous and prepared for battle.

At this point, Lawrence Henderson, the author of *The God of All Time*, curiously asked Luna Bell:

"Mrs. Bell, what are you looking at? There doesn't seem to be anything over there."

Luna Bell glanced at him with a smile, then stopped looking in Livre's direction.

Liviel breathed a sigh of relief and quickly made her way through the crowd to the outskirts of the manor.

She was lucky; in a corner of the manor courtyard, she found a large amount of clothes drying in the sun. Several of them seemed to belong to high-class maids and looked to fit them fairly well.

Seeing that no one was around, Livre secretly took a set of clothes and put them on.

For hygiene reasons, she did not remove her underwear, since she should not have to worry about being exposed under the elaborate long skirt.

After putting on her clothes, Livr looked herself over and a satisfied expression appeared on her face:

"It's not bad, it's just that my figure is too good now, so this outfit is a little small, but it does have a unique kind of toned beauty."

"I'm sorry, but if we have the chance in the future, I will definitely make it up to you."

Livre offered a heartfelt thank you to the poor maid from afar before leaving Downton Abbey.

This place was clearly on the outskirts of a city; there wasn't a single public carriage in sight, not even a taxi. But this didn't faze Livia at all. She flagged down a carriage heading towards the city and gave the male owner inside a pitiful look:

"Kind sir, I accidentally missed the long-distance carriage. Could you please take me back to the city?"

Livre didn't need to use her persuasive abilities at all; her beauty alone was enough to completely captivate this seemingly wealthy middle-aged gentleman. He hurriedly pushed open the carriage door, jumped down impatiently, and invited Livre inside.

"Beautiful lady, it is my honor!"

Livr got into the car with a smile. The carriage was a standard four-person configuration, with the middle-aged gentleman and his personal attendant in addition to him.

Livre politely declined the middle-aged gentleman's request to sit next to her, and instead enjoyed the seat alone.

The middle-aged gentleman was not discouraged and began to introduce himself enthusiastically:

“My name is Valentine Wright, and I am a mushroom trader. I am here to check on the mushroom harvest near Downton Abbey. My business has spread throughout the Jowood and East End, and many vendors and restaurants get their mushrooms from me.”

“Joewood District, I remember that. It seems to be a district in Backlund. Could it be that I’ve been dumped in Backlund, the so-called capital of all cities?”

Explanation of the latest chapter's plot + Thanks for the monthly tickets

Some readers felt that the protagonist's use of explicit content in the latest chapter was inappropriate. I'd like to share my thoughts:

First of all, for normal female characters like Emily, Daly, and Fors, I definitely won't let them show their bodies.

However, my opinion on witches is to ruthlessly torment them and extract their benefits.

After all, witches are different from normal women, and this twisted lust is also a highlight of witch stories.

It's inevitable that there will be plots where the protagonist uses seduction to gain benefits, since she's a combination of cassava and a witch, her charm is off the charts, and she'll definitely make good use of it.

Of course, the protagonist won't be made into a cheap commodity, but rather a stunningly beautiful socialite who could bring ruin to a nation.

Of course, I will not forget my original intention of turning this article into a lesbian, and if I really want to, I will still go to women.

Finally, I am an author who respects readers' opinions. If most readers feel that the protagonist's use of explicit content is inappropriate, I will revise it. If any problematic parts appear in the book later, please let me know in the comments section so we can discuss them together. Thank you, fellow readers!

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Chapter 103 has been revised; all readers are welcome to reread it.

Many readers have expressed their dislike for public exposure, but well, I quite like it (I'm a pervert).

Chapter 103 has been revised, changing the public exposure scene to Livre and Fors looking at each other. I think this is fine, since they'll become female colleagues later anyway.

Hope everyone likes

Chapter 104 The Aurora Society Declares Responsibility for This

Livre was somewhat surprised, but her most important task at the moment was to create an identity for herself.

“My name is Monroe. I come from the Middle Sea County and hope to study at the art school in Backlund.”

Livre smiled as she introduced her fabricated identity, while subtly testing the waters with a flattering remark:

"Mr. Valentine is a very successful businessman. It seems you will soon become the Mushroom King of Backlund."

Valentine was pleased by Livre's praise, but not completely blinded by it, and said somewhat embarrassedly:

“I’m still far from it. The undisputed Mushroom King of Backlund is Baron Derek. He’s a true nobleman who has amassed a fortune through his vast global business empire and then donated to the royal family to obtain a title. There are many people like him in Backlund, forming the backbone of the New Party. They are the ultimate goal for us businessmen.”

Valentine spoke with a look of longing in his eyes, as if the noble title fascinated him more than a beauty like Livre.