Mystery: The Witch of Desire

Bright smiled and stepped forward, embracing Luna Bell's smooth body:

"How could that be? You're my absolute favorite! Tsk, this perfect body is truly captivating. Once you advance to the level of Pleasure, I can't even imagine what kind of stunner you'll become!"

"Don't touch me! I don't have any feelings right now!"

Luna Bell gave a coquettish shove to Brett, got dressed, and prepared to leave.

Bright asked with a grin:

"Aren't you planning to stay here and observe?"

Luna Bell shook her head:

"I'm probably tired, I don't have any thoughts about that kind of thing, you can do it yourself!"

Bright joked with a smile:

"How strange, it's amazing that the witch would one day lose interest in sex!"

Luna Bell ignored her teasing. She raised her hand and wiped her eyes, becoming invisible and leaving the room. Liviel could feel her spiritual energy gradually fading away.

She maintained her blank expression, silently watching Bright's lewd grin.

Bright grinned wickedly, slowly removing his shirt and gradually approaching Livre:

"Don't be so tense. I prefer natural reactions and involuntary moans. I'll let you enjoy the pleasures of being a woman."

Livre's expression revealed a sense of grief and indignation:

She had a general idea of ​​Luna Bell's plan.

The so-called drama is nothing but a facade.

All the actors are sacrifices.

All the spectators are also sacrifices.

They were all contributed to evil as nourishment, and were all sacrifices to Luna Bell's digestion of the potion.

Watching Bright approach step by step.

Livr knelt down, her expression one of piety.

Bright was stunned for a moment, then overjoyed:

"Good, I can see that you are very sensible."

He couldn't wait to take off his pants and enjoy the services of this beautiful young actress.

But at that moment, a hint of compassionate divinity appeared in Livre's eyes.

She placed her hands on her lower abdomen, bowed her head, and murmured spiritual syllables:

"The source of all disasters."

"The witch who rules over chaos."

"A symbol of destruction and the end of the world."

Your lamb beseeches your favor.

We pray that the deeds of your Lamb, under your protection, may not be seen, and that all secrets may be reflected in the mirror.

Before she could finish speaking, and before Brett could even recover from his shock, Livre, who was kneeling on the ground, suddenly sprang up! A large amount of bone-chilling frost surged around her, and countless ice pillars condensed out of thin air, instantly immobilizing Brett so firmly that he couldn't even move his limbs.

Bright struggled desperately in terror, but his mouth and nose were sealed shut by frost, and he couldn't make a sound. He could only watch helplessly as he suffocated, his face quickly turning purple.

His eyes were wide open, filled with extreme fear and disbelief. He never imagined that this woman, whom he had always regarded as a lamb to the slaughter, would possess such terrifying and extraordinary power!

Livre showed no pity. A black flame ignited at her fingertips, and without hesitation, she set it on Bright's body. With a sizzle, the pungent smell of burning flesh instantly filled the air, and thick smoke billowed upwards.

Bright let out a painful groan, his body convulsing violently, his face contorted in agony. His lewd expression had long been replaced by extreme pain. But Livre showed no mercy, precisely controlling the power of the black flames to scorch his skin, causing him unbearable pain without killing him immediately, thus slowly consuming his life force.

In endless pain and fear, Bright's eyes were bloodshot, and his body struggled violently. His thick arms and legs twisted wildly, making the ice pillars that imprisoned him creak and groan, as if they were about to shatter at any moment, but in the end it was all in vain.

His struggles, instead, acted as a catalyst, completely igniting the evil desires within Livre's heart. At this moment, amidst the cruel torture and Bright's terror, she finally truly felt the witch's evil core.

Livre slowly turned around, picked up the fruit knife from the bedside table, her fingertips tracing the cold blade, walked up to Bright, and held the gleaming blade up to his eyes, a sickly smile playing on her lips:

“Mr. Bright, the Lady of Dark Magic taught me to break free from my worldly self and to feel the evil core of the witch. Now, let’s experience the evil core of the witch together.”

Bright's pupils contracted sharply as he stared at the gleaming fruit knife. He vaguely guessed what Livril was about to do, and the fear in his eyes almost overflowed. He made a muffled "hoarse" sound in his throat and shook his head desperately, but he didn't even have a chance to dodge.

A hint of mockery flashed in Livre's eyes. She slightly raised the hand holding the fruit knife and slowly traced it between his legs, the movement slow and cruel. Bright trembled violently, a fear far more intense than the chilling frost or the burning heat of black flames, as if countless ice needles were piercing his nerves.

However, the sword hanging over his head never fell, and this unknown torment was more devastating to him than an immediate death.

"prick--"

A crisp sound of something cutting through the air rang out as the fruit knife pierced his thigh without hesitation. The sharp blade sliced ​​through flesh, and warm blood gushed out instantly, slowly sliding down the icicle and spreading a blinding red across the ground.

Bright let out a heart-wrenching scream of pain. The frost around his mouth and nose cracked, but the suffocating pain and the excruciating pain in his thighs intertwined, almost causing him to faint. The taut string in his heart was violently plucked, and fear overwhelmed him like a tidal wave, but the sword hanging over his head still did not fall.

"prick--"

With another slash, Livre slightly raised her wrist, and the blade precisely sliced ​​through his other leg. Flesh and blood gushed out, and Bright's screams grew more piercing, his body convulsed more violently, and the pain and fear in his eyes were beyond measure.

Watching his miserable struggle, Livre felt an indescribable excitement, so much so that her eyes welled up with tears, and the witch's potion in her body also showed subtle fluctuations, indicating that it was being digested.

She seemed to enjoy the process as she pointed the fruit knife at the center of Bright's legs.

Thrust! Another precise stab!

Bright was stunned, then felt the most excruciating pain of his life. His wail pierced the ice and echoed in the room like a roar from hell.

Livre held the three-inch thing up to his face and laughed wildly with ecstasy:

"Look, you've been promoted to Sequence 7 too!"

She felt a barrier within her body being breached, and the witch's potion was being digested much more effectively.

"So, this is the core of evil..."

She was deeply intoxicated by this feeling, yet it was unsatisfying. She wanted to continue killing, to continue torturing, and to see the fear on the faces of others.

She even imagined people she wanted to torture:

“Luna Bell, Fors, Ms. B, tie them to the bed…”

Suddenly, she shuddered, the knife in her hand fell to the ground, and she stared blankly at everything before her:

"What did I do? What was I thinking? Why did I become like this..."

Looking at Brett's horrific state, Livre asked herself, although she would not hesitate to kill such a villain, she could not bring herself to commit such a cruel act.

Could it be that I have truly been influenced by the witch's evil core?

She quickly suppressed the thoughts in her mind, breathing rapidly, her head throbbing slightly.

Livre suddenly remembered what Ms. B had once said:

"Distinguishing between role-playing and self, and avoiding complete immersion in the role and loss of self—this is the core trigger for losing control."

You must always remember: you are just playing a role.

"I must remember that I am just playing a role. Even if I show the evil side of the role and use cruel methods to frighten others, I must remember that I am just playing a witch. I cannot be really evil."

"You must remember, I'm just playing a role..."

Livre murmured the same phrase over and over until the malice in her heart gradually subsided.

She began to psychic-talk Bright's body.

Reflected in the magic mirror, a phantom figure rose from Bright's corpse, its expression blank.

Livre quickly asked:

"Luna Bell's..."

However, before she could finish speaking, Bright's spirit twisted in pain, howled, and vanished into gusts of eerie wind.

Is this a backup plan to prevent psychic communication?

Livre was somewhat disappointed, but she quickly rallied and began ransacking Bright's office.

After searching for a while, she found quite a lot:

There were £232.70 in cash alone, plus a pile of gold and silver jewelry, which could probably fetch a good price. However, there was no information whatsoever about Luna Bell's plan. It's clear that Bright was extremely cautious, burning any paper documents after reading them.

In addition, there was a small packet of silvery-white powder.

These powders were kept together with Bright's aphrodisiacs in a safe. Livre almost threw them away as trash, but luckily she sensed the spiritual energy emanating from the powders in time. Upon closer inspection, she was pleasantly surprised to find that it was a packet of powder made from spiritually rich materials, which could be used as a medium for prayer and spellcasting.

For example, when casting invisibility, using a small amount of spiritual powder as a medium can greatly improve the effect.

Livre put away her spoils with satisfaction and began to deal with Bright's body.

……

……

Outside of Paria.

Luna Bell, who had already disappeared into the shadows, vaguely sensed some strange spiritual fluctuations.

Considering the sudden waning of her desire earlier, she suddenly had a bad feeling.

With the performance just around the corner, she felt she needed to be cautious.

After a moment's thought, she took out a mirror and performed a divination:

"I will be promoted to Pleasure."

The mirror surface was as calm and still as a gentle sea.

Luna Bell smiled smugly. Now that she had successfully advanced, nothing else mattered.

In a good mood, she boarded a horse-drawn carriage and returned home.

She also has an important guest tonight.

……

Several hours later.

A sign has been hung outside the Brave Ones bar that says they are buying Indis wine.

As soon as the sign was hung up, a man with an extremely ordinary appearance and build walked in, causing the tavern waiter to be taken aback, as if this man had been waiting for him to hang up the sign.

The man walked to the bar, took out six pennies, and calmly said:

"A cup of fiery broth."

The bartender didn't take the money and said coldly:

"A cup of Lie Lang Qi requires seven coins."

The ordinary-looking man revealed a somewhat strange smile:

"What if we add a bottle of Indis wine?"

The bartender was taken aback, looked at the middle-aged man with a strange expression.

He had expected the beautiful young lady to arrive, but instead, a strange middle-aged man had appeared. What was his relationship with the lady? Could he be her lover? No way, he looked so ordinary…

After gossiping for a few seconds, the bartender finally opened the passage and let the middle-aged man in.

"Redbeard is in the room on the second floor."

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man went upstairs without looking back. As if he knew the way well, he arrived at the door and his figure changed, revealing Liviel's slender figure.

Livre knocked softly on the door, pushed open the door, and found only the man with malicious eyes and his zombies at the large poker table; Redbeard was nowhere to be seen. One of the zombies was dealing cards, but hadn't finished yet. The chips in front of each player were neatly arranged, indicating they had just started their first game of Texas Hold'em.

The malicious man looked at Livre, who had barged in, and showed a somewhat surprised expression:

"So fast?"

Livre laughed:

"I can't wait to see those amazing items."

As she spoke, she noticed an empty seat on the card table and went over to sit down, but before she even got close, she felt a chilling aura.

"Wait, that's not your seat."

The malicious man spoke up to stop Livre, then gestured for a zombie to stand up and offer Livre his seat.

Livre felt a little strange. Did that empty seat belong to Redbeard?