Chapter 71 - 1

Witch 71: 1.

Witch The sea breeze made its way up the slope, mingling with the scent of lavender to create an exceptionally comforting lullaby.

Fischer felt as though he had been asleep in this tranquil place for a long time.

When he groggily opened his eyes, the first thing he noticed was that his head was resting on something soft.

His vision was still unfocused, engulfing his sight in a blur.

However, after a few flutters of his nose, he caught the faint fragrance of a woman and the strands of black curly hair cascading down.

As his gaze gradually cleared, he saw a beautiful and elegant young woman in front of him, her skin fair and soft.

She had lightly dabbed her lips with a lipstick favored by Nali ladies, endowing her demeanor with a charming, tempting allure.

Yet, what left the deepest impression were those deep purple eyes of hers, profound as the starry heavens.

At that moment, her eyes seemed to hold a tinge of sadness as she gazed down at Fischer’s body.

It was only now that Fischer realized his clothes had been removed, revealing the bandages underneath that were stained red.

“Renie…”

Fischer rubbed his temples, realizing that he was lying on her soft thigh.

An elusive scent made him uneasily lift his head, and the lady beside him, Renie, didn’t stop his movement.

The sadness in her eyes slowly receded and was gradually replaced by playful teasing, intoxicating like Black Mamba Wine.

“Good morning, Fischer.”

“How did you get here?

Weren’t you sending Hart to tell me you had continued southward to Kado?”

Around the lavender field, purple-feathered larks had unknowingly gathered, one after another.

Further, at the edge of the forest under the azure sky, larks bobbed their heads, all fixated on Fischer as he awoke.

“Ah, my dear, I don’t even know how I suddenly appeared here.

Could it be because I missed you so much that the Mother Goddess answered my prayers?

Praise the Mother Goddess.”

She brought her palms together in front of her body, cloaked in a loose black dress, and mockingly made an informal prayer gesture with a mischievous smile.

Winking with one eye, while the other remained open, she glanced at the speechless Fischer before her.

She knew well that such a tall tale couldn’t fool Fischer, so her praying hands quickly formed a victory sign in front of her eyes, attempting to charm him with her beauty.

“Are you tracking me?”

Facing Fischer’s expressionless face, Renie cried foul,

“I just happened to have Hart deliver a message and didn’t expect to find you fallen on the ground, so I came to find you…

Please, I flew over half a continent and an ocean to get here, and instead of being grateful Mr.

Fischer even suspects me…”

She weakly covered her face with her hand, feigning sobs,

“Wuu, I’m so sad, so sad.

I need a kiss from Fischer to feel better…”

Fischer paid her no mind, turning his head to look southwards across the wilderness, as if he could see a carriage fading into the distance.

No doubt, a red dragon-man girl would be sitting in it.

Renie’s fingers spread apart slightly as she covered her face, and with a side glance, she saw Fischer ignoring her.

Her beautiful face, which looked similar to Fischer’s elder sister’s, puffed her cheeks childishly.

Then, she effortlessly floated up and wrapped her arms around the front of Fischer, her intoxicating purple star-like eyes gazing southward with him.

“Do you want me to retrieve the carriage?

My clothes are still on it, I can feel it…”

Fischer extended his hand to push the witch a little further away, appearing somewhat vexed by Renie.

Her personality was definitely the most troublesome he had ever encountered; troublesome and shameless, no matter what was said.

You talk, I lost.

“Forget it, let her go.

I failed…

Let’s go, I’m ready to take a ship back to Saint Nali.”

“Oh ho, is it a failure?” Renie, pushed away by Fischer, wasn’t annoyed at all and tapped her red lips with a finger.

She tilted her head in innocent confusion and said, “Isn’t it that you intentionally let the kid go?”

“…No.”

Fischer fastened the buttons of his shirt only to find that his wounds were enveloped in a layer of faint purple light.

The blood had also ceased seeping out under the glow and was heading toward healing.

Renie had tended to his wounds.

“Yes, yes, yes, if teacher Fischer says so, how could I, the student, argue?” Renie patted her head, muttering softly, “It’s just a shame that all your belongings were on that carriage.

There’s hardly anything left at your Saint Nali house, right?

You used it all to buy supplies and weapons.

To just give it away to that dragon-man girl like that, if you ever become so generous with me, I’ll marry you, how about that?”

“Thank heaven, let’s not…

Aren’t you going straight back to the Western Continent?”

“Oh my, I’m out of magic power and can’t cast the spell to return to the Western Continent anymore.

Looks like I can only go back with you, what a pity, what a pity, to have to sit on such a long boat ride.”

Fisher walked on ahead, and Renie just followed behind him with her hands clasped.

But on closer inspection, her pale feet were bare, not even touching the ground, floating mid-air as she leisurely followed Fisher.

Witches, these kinds of demi-humans, have very peculiar traits and, because their numbers are exceedingly rare, humans have very little understanding of them.

The only thing that is well known is that they are all female, have great magic power and natural talent for magic, and each witch has a unique “trait.”

Renie’s trait was simple; her Magic Circuit was in a state of perpetual growth.

Although easily described in a single sentence, its existence in reality was quite fantastical.

Her Magic Circuit was so complex that virtually her entire body was filled to the brim with it.

Only after replenishing his knowledge from the Soul Completion Manual did Fisher discover this caused the boundaries between her body and soul to become very blurred.

Her physical body even began to exhibit characteristics of her soul, which is why she could now float.

Sometimes she could also virtualize to a certain extent, reducing physical contact depending on whether she wished to be touched or not.

Even though she was filled with a Magic Circuit far exceeding that of any human by many multiples, it was still not enough.

All those larks were formed from the Magic Circuit emanating from her body, and each had its simple consciousness.

Their names were given by Fisher, all uniformly called Hart.

Previously, Fisher had wanted to study the nature of Hart because, being emanations of Renie’s Magic Circuit, there might be a possibility for her to transfer her consciousness into these birds.

However, this conjecture was denied by Renie, who said she couldn’t do it, so Fisher had to let it go.

Usually, these birds always followed Renie, capable of both engraving magic and casting it, making them very powerful partners.

Now, the Harts appearing around them were less than one-tenth of the total; he wondered where she had sent the other Harts.

“Fisher, I’m so tired, how about you carry me?”

Renie floated over after a while.

That face, which normally carried a mature air, always deliberately uttered such young and cute phrases.

But don’t be deceived by her appearance; her true thoughts could be seen in those deep, playful purple eyes filled with mischief.

“When you go to buy the tickets later, don’t float around erratically.

If you’re discovered and can’t board the ship, you’ll have to fly back on your own.”

“If you don’t answer me, I’ll take it as a yes.”

Renie didn’t pay any attention to Fisher’s words, simply placing her hands on his shoulders and floating as if being carried by him, without Fisher feeling any weight at all.

Fisher sighed, no longer bothered by the mischief-making Renie behind him.

It was indeed the right decision to send her away when he was back on the Western Continent; after not seeing her for a long time, there should be at least a hint of missing her.

Yet, within minutes, the scarce missing feeling had been dissipated by her teasing.

As they walked down the slope, many more larks rose into the air and followed their lead.

“You’re too heavy, get down.”

“That’s a lie, I haven’t added any weight to you.”

“If you haven’t added any weight to me, why should I carry you?”

Just as Fisher finished his question, Renie didn’t answer, but somehow produced a redwood inlaid with silver Handcane, topped with a griffin, and placed it before Fisher, cutting off his remaining words.

“A parting gift~”

She smirked, sizing up Fisher’s expression.

She enjoyed seeing the frugal Fisher speechless before her expensive gifts.

After a second of silence, Fisher reached out and took the Handcane, which was more exquisitely crafted and lighter than his previous one—no doubt it was pricey.

“….Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

Renie yawned, then placed her hands on his shoulders and floated up, both tacitly avoiding the topic of her coming down from his shoulders.