Chapter 10: A Night in the Witches’ Dormitory
Yoleya, Qinna, and a few others happened to be walking towards them, carrying towels, alchemical lotions, and other items. They bowed upon seeing Diluowei.
“Qinna, Lusha, please find Miss Diye a bed for the night,” Diluowei instructed.
The girls exchanged glances. Qinna spoke up first, “She can sleep below me.”
“Hmm?” Lusha and Philine looked slightly surprised.
“The bottom bunk below me happens to be empty,” Qinna explained.
“Alright, then I’ll leave her to you,” Diluowei said casually.
Diye wanted to say something, but their natural exchange left no room for interruption.
“Miss Diye, come with us,” Qinna said, naturally taking Diye’s arm, just as she had when they first rescued her. Yoleya also happily took her other arm, leading her to the innermost part of the second-floor corridor.
“Here, you can sleep here,” Qinna pointed to the bottom bunk of a bunk bed. The bed was covered with a slightly worn but clean sheet.
“Ah… I… oh…” Diye didn’t know what to say, unable to voice her true concerns.
“By the way, Miss Diye, would you like to join us for a bath?” Yoleya suggested.
“Eh?” Diye quickly shook her head. “No, thank you.”
Although she had experienced much today, the thought of bathing with a group of girls, both facing them and facing herself in that state, was too overwhelming. She couldn’t muster the courage.
After seeing that Qinna and the others had settled Diye in, Diluowei opened the small door at the end of the corridor and entered her private room.
The girls had all gone to bathe, leaving Diye alone in the corner with the bunk beds.
She took a deep breath and sat down on the edge of the bed.
Overnight, she had become as if she were sitting amidst a thousand fragrant flowers. Who would have thought?
She inadvertently noticed the colorful and alluring lingerie hanging between the rows of simple wooden bunk beds, like floral decorations in the witches’ slumbering forest.
Diye turned her head away, embarrassed, but then saw Qinna’s small pink panties and camisole hanging from the head of the top bunk.
A Temple Knight who had sworn off women, not only had fallen in love with her female knight student, who had taken the same vow of abstinence, but would now, for a considerable amount of time, be living in a dormitory full of girls.
Perhaps she had already lost her faith and discipline long ago?
The witches returned from their baths, most of them changed into thin nightgowns, making Diye even more unsure where to look.
Soon, Qinna, Yoleya, and the others returned, also dressed in various nightgowns.
Diye felt a little lost.
As Qinna casually stepped onto the edge of her bed to climb to the top bunk, Diye caught a glimpse of something short and blue beneath her nightgown, besides her slightly tanned legs.
Everywhere around her were flowing nightgowns, glimpses of bare legs…
While feeling out of place, Diye suddenly realized a fact she had been desperately trying to ignore.
At this very moment, wasn’t she also wearing women’s underwear? And it was black lace…
The succubus had chosen it for her! It couldn’t be anything decent.
Thankfully, she hadn’t gone to bathe. What would the other witches think if they saw it?
Perhaps they wouldn’t think much of it, but what about herself?
Wearing such alluring underwear, with a figure so suited to it, being seen by everyone… what a humiliating public trial that would be.
She had no choice but to sleep in her clothes.
The night deepened…
Most of the witches had fallen asleep, the cathedral bathed in a dim blue light.
Only Diye remained awake.
Lusha, the beautiful, martial witch in the bottom bunk next to her, slept so casually and freely, her fair legs spread open.
Yoleya was in the top bunk.
She slept soundly, letting out a contented moan as she turned over. The blanket slipped from her body, and just as Diye was about to avert her gaze, she saw a dark brown scar on Yoleya’s inner thigh, a scar that wrapped around her leg like a thorny vine. Above the scar, there was a brand.
It was… the mark of guilt, burned into her flesh with a red-hot iron during a witch trial.
For a moment, Diye couldn’t reconcile this brand with Yoleya’s cheerful demeanor. It was as if this seemingly romantic and cozy witch dormitory, layered like a mirage, wasn’t as it appeared on the surface.
They were different from her. They must harbor fear towards fighting, towards seeking revenge against the Empire. They chose to train here, none of them escaping, not even showing fear, perhaps having accepted an inescapable fate.
How many months were left? The witch selection was still uncertain.
She had to be chosen. Otherwise, what? Would she let a young witch like Yoleya face the Imperial army?
Based on the current situation, Diye’s martial skills shouldn’t be a problem. She would intensify her training in the coming months, adapting to her female body and modifying her swordsmanship accordingly.
As for magic, although she had excellent elemental affinity, her elemental perception seemed average.
The witch selection would likely prioritize magic over swordsmanship.
This worried Diye. After all, she had started learning magic much later than the other witches, and her perception seemed ordinary…
Gradually, a slight pressure in her lower abdomen interrupted her worries.
She realized a problem.
While bathing could be postponed, this issue couldn’t be avoided.
What was it?
Just relieving herself.
The First Knight, who wasn’t afraid of the tide of demons from the lower planes, was she afraid of squatting like a woman to… relieve herself?
Inwardly resolute and confident, Diye blushed in the darkness, and quite intensely.
Diye quietly got up. She had heard the other girls mention the location of the restroom, next to the bathing area. She had a general idea.
She quietly left the sleeping quarters, descended the stairs, passed through the small wooden door, and walked alone through the dark tunnel.
It was said that monsters once roamed here.
However, for Diye, who had just been imprisoned by a great demon and transformed into a woman, there was nothing left to fear.
Ahead, in the darkness, a pair of gleaming eyes seemed to be watching her.
“Hmm?”
The eyes moved beneath a bonfire. It was a black cat.
Diye felt like she had seen this cat before.
But as she approached, the cat darted into a side passage and disappeared.
Diye walked to the passage. A large wooden door, studded with old iron nails, stood there. Approaching it, she saw a bronze plaque depicting a witch’s hat and a towel in the candlelight.
This must be the witches’ bathroom.
Diye looked towards the end of the dimly lit corridor. Another small, dilapidated wooden door stood there. That must be the restroom.
Drip… drip…
The sound of dripping water echoed from the damp floor as she walked closer.
Reaching the end of the corridor, she pushed open the even older square wooden door.
Inside, it was very dark, like a small maze of thick, broken stone archways and wooden stalls, somewhat resembling the restrooms in a castle, but lacking the convenient facilities Diye was accustomed to.
Diye, for the first time, entered a women’s restroom.
Thankfully, no one was around. She couldn’t worry about it too much. Maintaining her vigilance, she opened a wooden door, stepped onto the stone platform, and entered.
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