Category: Dear, it’s time for your medicine!

  • Dear, it’s time for your medicine! 234

    Chapter 234: Hands Off My Woman!

    At that moment, the situation within the mountain was incredibly dangerous.

    In the sky, the Flame Witch, transformed into a firebird, raged.

    Eight powerful Demon Beasts struggled to hold her back, buying time for Diabolique to consume her core and claim her power.

    And Diabolique was desperately trying to absorb the Divine Authority.

    But it wasn’t so easily consumed.

    In a way, the Divine Authority possessed a will of its own.

    Unless recognized by the deity, anyone who tried to devour it would face its fierce resistance.

    Diabolique didn’t understand what he was dealing with. He thought it was simply the core of the Flame Witch’s power, but it was something far greater.

    Even if he could consume it, his power would indeed surge in the short term.

    But even Witches, chosen by the deities, were driven mad by the Divine Authority’s corruption. Diabolique’s fate would be far worse.

    A Witch could endure for centuries, even millennia. Diabolique might only last a few decades before succumbing to madness.

    And even if that weren’t the case, Qin Chu wouldn’t allow him to consume the Divine Authority.

    Diabolique, his focus entirely on the task at hand, was oblivious to his surroundings.

    It was the perfect opportunity for a sneak attack.

    The bowstring was drawn taut.

    Even the spear conjured by Anthea couldn’t withstand Qin Chu’s full power.

    To ensure a one-hit kill, he activated Rage Explosion, his strength surging.

    Cracks even appeared on the incredibly hard spear, its tip humming.

    Finally, when his power reached its peak, he released the bowstring.

    The spear shot out like a streak of white light across the sun.

    Carrying a world-shattering force, it tore through the air with a piercing shriek, leaving a dark void in its wake.

    Even the powerful Demon Beasts present couldn’t react in time to intercept it. They could only watch helplessly as the spear, a silver blur, flew straight towards Diabolique’s back.

    Diabolique sensed the attack, the terrifying power behind it, but he wouldn’t give up.

    His right hand twisted into an unnatural position, his palm transforming into a claw wreathed in darkness, reaching for the attacker behind him.

    The moment his claw made contact with the spear, the dark energy dissipated.

    Then, with a bang, Diabolique’s entire arm exploded in a spray of blood.

    He didn’t even have time to scream as the spear continued its trajectory, though slightly deflected by the impact.

    It pierced through his right chest, the force behind it tearing his body apart, flesh and bone scattering, pulverized by the shockwave.

    The spear’s momentum continued, impaling a tentacled Demon Beast with a head like an octopus, pinning it to the wall.

    Almost simultaneously, a bright light erupted from the Divine Authority that Diabolique’s tentacles had almost captured.

    Hum…

    It was the Divine Authority’s counterattack.

    A wave of terrifying energy rippled outwards, a raging inferno consuming everything.

    Diabolique’s tentacles were instantly vaporized, his body torn to shreds.

    But Qin Chu knew he wasn’t dead.

    Even reduced to mincemeat, he wouldn’t die… not yet.

    In the first playthrough, Qin Chu had fought Diabolique. This guy had an ability similar to the human Rebirth ability.

    A one-time resurrection.

    He effectively had two lives.

    Rumble…

    The violent shockwave shook the entire mountain.

    Heloise, the Snow Woman, injured and unable to dodge in time, was sent flying, crashing against the cavern wall with a pained cry.

    Even she, a powerful being, couldn’t withstand such force.

    She was swept away by the shockwave, her body tumbling helplessly through the air, then, strangely, she flew towards Qin Chu, landing in his arms.

    Instinctively, he caught her.

    The Snow Woman has a nice figure, he thought.

    The raging energy within the mountain gradually subsided.

    The cavern was a mess. Six of the eleven Demon Beasts were severely injured, their bodies mangled. The other five were even worse, barely clinging to life.

    High above, the giant firebird, like a burning sun, radiated intense heat.

    And this heat was still intensifying.

    Only Diabolique seemed to have recovered, but his face was ashen.

    His one-time resurrection was gone.

    The sneak attack had effectively cost him a life. He had intended to save it for a more crucial moment, like when he overthrew his father…

    He had even planned it meticulously. He wasn’t as strong as his father.

    But after absorbing the Flame Witch’s power, he would be able to challenge him, perhaps even wound him severely. Then, he would use his Rebirth ability and, at full strength, launch a sneak attack, finishing him off.

    Then, he would ascend the throne.

    After all, he had been the First Prince for decades…

    But this perfect plan had been ruined by a sneak attack.

    Now, his path to the throne was far more difficult.

    Damn it, damn it, damn it…

    Even with his usually calm demeanor, the shattering of his long-held plan made him growl in frustration.

    He hadn’t anticipated the sneak attack, nor the sudden eruption of power from the Flame Witch’s core.

    His eyes, cold and venomous, searched for the bastard who had attacked him from behind.

    And the target wasn’t hard to find.

    He saw two figures at the entrance.

    One was a petite woman, strange chains wrapped around her body.

    The other was a man.

    And seeing this man, Diabolique shuddered.

    The Second Hero, Qin Chu?

    Diabolique was far more capable than Eldritch. He had multiple channels for obtaining information about the human world. Qin Chu’s image had been delivered to him the moment he was summoned.

    But now, Diabolique’s rage wasn’t because Qin Chu had attacked him.

    It was because… this damned bastard was holding Heloise, his childhood friend, the Snow Woman who was destined to be his consort.

    And what was even more unbearable was that Qin Chu’s arm was around her shoulders, his hand on her thigh.

    A place he himself had never touched.

    Diabolique, obsessed with the Demon King’s throne, had devoted all his attention to cultivation, his mind focused on increasing his strength.

    Although he had two beautiful women by his side, Heloise and Iyeta, he had never touched them.

    He was afraid that once he tasted that pleasure, he would become lost in lust, hindering his cultivation.

    But now, the place he had never touched had been claimed by Qin Chu.

    And what was even more unacceptable was that Heloise was leaning against Qin Chu, seemingly oblivious to his embrace.

    Her arm was even around his neck, a faint blush on her cheeks…

    Diabolique was blinded by rage. Heloise had been thrown into his arms by the force of the explosion, the blush a result of the heat. And her arm around his neck was an instinctive reaction to her sudden, uncontrolled flight.

    But in Diabolique’s eyes, it looked like betrayal.

    He felt as if he was wearing a green hat.

    He couldn’t hold back any longer and roared, “Heloise! You seem to be enjoying yourself!”

    “Damn bastard! Let go of my woman!”

    Qin Chu seemed to just realize the situation, glancing at the delicate face in his arms. Although she was a Snow Woman, he had to admit that her beauty rivaled any human woman.

    Her skin was as smooth as ice, her icy blue eyes meeting his.

    After a few seconds, both Qin Chu and Heloise seemed to realize what had happened.

    She let out a small cry and jumped from his arms, quickly putting some distance between them, her face and ears flushing crimson.

    The Snow Woman’s body was cold, quite comfortable to hold, actually. What a pity.

    As for Qin Chu, he straightened his clothes, then, like a gentleman, apologized to the enraged Diabolique:

    “Your Highness,” he said, “I apologize, Your Highness. I didn’t mean to touch your… girlfriend…”

  • Dear, it’s time for your medicine! 233

    Chapter 233: Divine Authority

    Ashes rained down from the sky like snowflakes.

    Qin Chu and Anthea watched the battle from the entrance, their auras concealed. The twelve powerful Demon Beasts, focused entirely on the Flame Witch, hadn’t noticed them.

    Qin Chu wasn’t foolish enough to directly confront the enraged Flame Witch.

    He would wait until both sides were exhausted, then emerge to claim the spoils.

    The Witch was his target, but the others were also valuable experience packs. Having tasted the power of a War God level experience pack, he now found these smaller ones less appealing.

    He still regretted Eldritch’s death. If he had known that the Evil God’s threads were deadly poison to Demon Beasts, he wouldn’t have wasted such a valuable source of experience.

    Diabolique was indeed far stronger than Eldritch.

    He seamlessly blended the powers of storms and darkness, creating a devastating combination. Razor-sharp whirlwinds carved deep fissures into the mountain walls, and the darkness corroded the stone, turning it into black grit.

    A single touch of this power could be fatal to a human, the corruption spreading rapidly unless treated with Holy Light or the affected flesh excised.

    Diabolique’s power was insidious and deadly, far more dangerous than Eldritch’s brute force.

    And the other Demon Beasts around him were also powerful elites.

    Among Demon Beasts, there were three races renowned for their beauty:

    Succubi, Snow Women, and Blood Elves.

    Diabolique had two of them by his side.

    Winged Demons and Dire Wolves were also formidable.

    And the other grotesque creatures also possessed terrifying power.

    The Flame Witch’s only response was fire, fire, and more fire…

    An endless inferno, melting stone into lava.

    Despite being besieged by twelve powerful Demon Beasts, she held her own.

    But she was mad, her power uncontrolled and wasteful. She couldn’t maintain this for long.

    As Qin Chu had predicted, after the twelve lava serpents struck down two of the Demon Beasts, the Snow Woman, Heloise, froze the entire cavern in ice.

    The scorching heat was instantly replaced by a bone-chilling cold.

    The Flame Witch’s flames flickered and diminished, her Mana depleted.

    Even now, Qin Chu didn’t intervene. He knew that even weakened, a Witch was still dangerous. She still had power left.

    Diabolique, incredibly fast, his movements a blur, appeared before the suppressed flames.

    His hands, wreathed in darkness, transformed into claws, tearing through the inferno.

    With a strange, ripping sound, he parted the flames, revealing a small, crimson object at their core.

    It looked like a ruby, or a flickering flame.

    Or perhaps just an illusion, not a tangible object at all.

    Diabolique’s eyes lit up.

    This was the Flame Witch’s core, her spirit. If he could seal it within himself, he would gain control over her power.

    But seeing this object made Qin Chu’s heart tremble.

    Shaye emerged from his body, perching on his shoulder.

    “That thing… I sense a similar aura to Violet, Gaia, and Ireta,” she said, her voice grim, “That’s not something from this world.”

    It was…

    Divine Authority!

    The source of the Flame Witch’s power.

    And the cause of her madness.

    Whoever possessed it would wield the power of a god.

    Diabolique’s body trembled with excitement, sensing the immense energy within this small object.

    His breath came in ragged gasps.

    The next second, he opened his mouth.

    And then, a terrifying, grotesque transformation began.

    His mouth widened, his lips splitting, almost tearing his face in two.

    His already plain features became monstrous.

    Black, thread-like tentacles, like miniature versions of the Evil God’s threads, extended from his mouth, writhing and reaching for the Divine Authority.

    Hiss…

    The moment the black tentacles touched it, a strange sound echoed, like ice meeting lava, black mist billowing.

    Countless tentacles disintegrated into dust.

    This seemed to cause Diabolique great pain, his body convulsing, his forehead covered in sweat.

    But more tentacles continued to extend from his mouth, wrapping around the Divine Authority, tightening their grip, pulling it towards him.

    The scene was eerie and unsettling.

    The Flame Witch’s form, dispersed by the ice, began to coalesce again. Her physical body had long since been destroyed, and now, the flames themselves were her form.

    She didn’t understand what the Divine Authority was anymore, but she instinctively knew that it was something incredibly important to her, something she couldn’t let this Demon Beast take.

    She let out a shrill scream, seemingly unleashing all her power. A pair of giant, fiery wings emerged from the flames behind her.

    Like a phoenix reborn from the ashes, she spread her wings and soared to the highest point of the cavern, then, with a world-shattering force, she plummeted towards Diabolique.

    The nine remaining Demon Beasts, seeing their master about to succeed, were filled with excitement.

    Especially Heloise, the Snow Woman, and Iyeta, the Blood Elf.

    These two beautiful Demon Beasts’ cheeks flushed with a strange excitement.

    How could they allow the Flame Witch to interfere at such a crucial moment?

    “Ice…”

    Heloise, her slender arms like sculpted ice, spread her wide sleeves and looked up at the sky. Layers of solid ice appeared above Diabolique.

    Clang! Clang! Clang!

    Thirteen layers of ice shields formed in an instant.

    Rumble…

    Almost at the same time, the giant firebird descended, the impact, in Qin Chu’s eyes, even greater than a ballistic missile.

    A deafening roar echoed through the cavern, almost shattering their eardrums.

    The earth trembled violently, cracks spreading across the ground, the entire mountain seemingly on the verge of collapse.

    The ice shields shattered one after another, ice shards flying everywhere.

    Even Heloise, the Snow Woman, couldn’t withstand the impact at such close range. Ash stained her white dress, her face turning pale, and she spat out a mouthful of blood, staining her pristine garments.

    She was severely injured, but she didn’t regret it.

    She glanced at the ring on her finger.

    She had made a pact with Diabolique. He was her master, her destined husband.

    She was waiting for the day he ascended the throne, when he would marry her and Iyeta. They would become his brides, offering him everything, their bodies, even their souls.

    Unfortunately, this poor Snow Woman didn’t notice the figure standing up in the shadows near the entrance.

    His hands opened, and a silver-white longbow appeared.

    A spear, the sharpest and hardest, materialized in Anthea’s hand.

    She nocked the spear, its tip aimed at Diabolique’s back, her Battle Qi and Mana surging.

    The energy on the spear almost liquefied, flowing and swirling.

    This was their chance!

    “Pseudo-Spiral Sword!”

  • Dear, it’s time for your medicine! 232

    Chapter 232: Anthea’s Allure

    Looking at the crimson sky in the distance, Qin Chu knew that this opponent was on a completely different level from Eldritch. Even he couldn’t afford to underestimate him.

    This was the First Demon Beast Prince. Although also at level 90, he had reached that level earlier than Eldritch and possessed far more experience and combat awareness.

    And according to Ireta, the First Prince also had more elite troops under his command.

    Taking the Flame Witch from him wouldn’t be easy, especially since the Flame Witch herself might be an enemy. After all, this powerful Witch had lost control and would attack anyone who approached her.

    He had barely taken two steps when he felt a hand grasp his.

    He looked down and saw Anthea.

    Her small face, as always, was expressionless, her delicate fingers holding his rough hand.

    Her touch was smooth and cool.

    Anthea’s action puzzled him.

    This ghostly girl usually just stayed by his side, silently protecting him, rarely initiating contact.

    Seemingly sensing his gaze, a faint flicker of emotion appeared in Anthea’s deep blue eyes, disturbing the usual stillness within them.

    She seemed…nervous.

    But her voice was as calm as ever, “What? Do you dislike me holding your hand?”

    Qin Chu came to his senses and smiled gently, “Of course not.”

    “That’s good…”

    Her voice was soft, and she didn’t even notice the slight curve of her own lips.

    He looked at her as she walked ahead, her small yet perfectly formed figure, her athletic curves, her long golden hair flowing behind her in the desert wind.

    There was a captivating beauty about her.

    Perhaps he had become accustomed to her presence within him, to waking up with Shaye nestled against his chest and Anthea curled up in his abdomen.

    Amidst the swirling sand and dust, Qin Chu noticed, for the first time, how truly beautiful Anthea was, her presence radiating a unique, intoxicating allure.

    Rumble!

    A terrifying energy erupted from within Flame Mountain.

    The entire mountain range trembled, cracks appearing on its smooth surface, as if it might collapse at any moment.

    The scorching heat, accompanied by a powerful shockwave, formed a ring in the air, the clouds above billowing into a giant mushroom shape.

    Flames soared into the sky, dyeing it a deep crimson.

    Inside the mountain, a middle-aged man stood tall and straight.

    But his breath came in ragged gasps, and beads of sweat dotted his forehead.

    A pair of black wings extended from his back, indicating his Winged race heritage.

    The Winged race was also a powerful race among Demon Beasts, born to soar through the skies with incredible speed. They possessed sharp claws, even sharper than an eagle’s, and could control the power of storms.

    The current Winged Queen was Demon King Nagath’s first wife.

    And this man was the first son of the Demon King and the Winged Queen, the eldest prince.

    Diabolique!

    He wasn’t handsome, far less so than his younger brother, Eldritch. His features were ordinary, even plain.

    He wasn’t particularly tall either. At 1.8 meters, if not for his wings, no one in a human city would mistake him for a Demon Beast.

    But height and appearance were meaningless among Demon Beasts.

    Strength was everything.

    Diabolique had broken through the level 90 barrier decades ago, even before the Demon Beast invasion of the Heavenly Continent.

    The Demon Beasts hadn’t appeared suddenly. Their history was far longer than humans realized.

    Having inherited both Winged and Demon King bloodlines, Diabolique could freely manipulate the powers of storms and darkness. Coupled with his powerful physique, he was not only the strongest among Demon King Nagath’s children, but he could even rival the Seventeen Abyssal Demon Generals and the Four Heavenly Kings.

    And his personality was sinister and ruthless. Unlike the flamboyant Eldritch and Lomond, he preferred to keep his true strength hidden.

    It was rumored that he had come here to seal the Flame Witch and obtain her power because he felt threatened by Lomond’s sudden rise.

    But in reality, he had never taken Lomond, or even Eldritch, seriously.

    These younger brothers weren’t even worthy of being his rivals. His goal wasn’t to be the next Demon King, but… the true Demon King.

    It was said that their father was testing his many children, choosing the most outstanding one to inherit the throne. But in Diabolique’s eyes, their father had no intention of abdicating at all.

    Since he wouldn’t leave willingly, Diabolique would use his own strength to overthrow him.

    He had sat on that throne for far too long.

    It was time for a change.

    Of course, Diabolique also understood the vast difference in strength between himself and his father.

    His father’s power was astonishing, a level he had always strived for but could never reach, especially after his duel with the First Hero. The gap between them seemed to be growing wider and wider.

    If he cultivated normally, it would be almost impossible for him to catch up, let alone surpass his father.

    So, Diabolique could only take a risk.

    Sealing a Witch’s power within himself to become stronger.

    His original target had been Shub-Niggurath, the Dark Witch, but she was too powerful, almost on par with his father.

    Later, he had set his sights on Ireta, the Daughter of Death, but she was too elusive.

    Now, he had found the perfect target: the mad Flame Witch.

    Around him were eleven of his most trusted subordinates.

    Four elite Winged warriors, two powerful Dire Wolves, two monstrous Tentacle Demons, and a powerful Centipede Demon.

    And his two childhood friends:

    Heloise, the Snow Woman!

    Iyeta, the Blood Elf!

    Heloise and Iyeta had trained and grown up with him. Diabolique, obsessed with the Demon King’s throne, focused all his attention on cultivation and didn’t intend to marry before becoming the Demon King. He didn’t want anything to hinder his path.

    But among the Demon Beasts, everyone knew that Heloise and Iyeta were practically Diabolique’s consorts.

    These eleven Demon Beasts were all elites among elites.

    Each of them possessed combat power comparable to a human War God or Grand Mage.

    With Diabolique, a level 90+ expert, leading them, they had thought capturing the Flame Witch would be easy. But they quickly discovered that her power, amplified by her madness, was terrifying.

    She unleashed her flames with reckless abandon, not caring about the consequences, the raging inferno preventing them from approaching.

    Even the tips of Diabolique’s black wings were scorched.

    The twelve powerful Demon Beasts, including Diabolique, hovered in the air, the hard rock beneath them melting into lava. They formed a circle around a fiery red figure, its flames dancing like crimson hair.

    That was the Flame Witch.

    “Yaaaaah…”

    Suddenly, the Flame Witch let out a shrill scream and flailed her arms wildly. The lava beneath them churned, and twelve fiery serpents of molten rock erupted, lunging towards the twelve Demon Beasts.

    A Dire Wolf and a Winged warrior couldn’t dodge in time.

    Their bodies and wings were pierced by the lava serpents, the stench of burning flesh filling the air.

    With pained roars, they were sent flying.

    “Ice!”

    Heloise, the Snow Woman, slammed her small, white hand downwards.

    With a crackling sound, a cloud of white mist filled the air, and the lava serpent beneath her instantly froze.

    And that wasn’t all. Heloise’s body danced in the air, her skirt fluttering.

    A chilling aura radiated from her, spreading rapidly.

    Wherever it touched, the lava froze into solid rock.

    Heloise was crucial to this mission. Her ice magic was the Flame Witch’s natural counter.

    The temperature within the mountain dropped sharply, frost covering the rock walls, the chilling cold closing in on the Flame Witch.

    The flames around her flickered and diminished.

    Now’s our chance!

    Diabolique’s eyes narrowed, and he shot towards the Flame Witch like a streak of light.

    “Should we intervene?” Anthea asked in a low voice from a dark corner near the entrance of the mountain.

    Beside her was Qin Chu, his gaze fixed on the battle.

  • Dear, it’s time for your medicine! 231

    Chapter 231: Jie Luo Will Be So Happy

    The former Hero Squad members formed a rescue team for Ronald. Eileen and Airi, the Twin Thieves, were experts in stealth, infiltration, assassination, and disabling traps. Sylph, the Ghost Archer, had exceptional senses and magical talent, capable of deciphering magical barriers and detecting traps. Though not as magically powerful as Athena, she was better suited for this mission.

    They knew it was a trap. Logically, they should abandon Ronald. The Hero Squad had already suffered too many losses.

    But Jie Luo’s soul fragment might be with him. This made him too valuable to lose. Besides, he was their comrade. They had to save him.

    Could Ronald have anticipated this, deliberately not giving the soul fragment to Eileen so they would come for him? It was possible; he was cunning and wouldn’t have forgotten something so important.

    Of course, they didn’t know he was already dead.

    Loseweisse, with her impassioned speech about loyalty and the importance of the soul fragment, rallied the team. They seemed hopeful, their true intentions masked.

    Then there was Muse.

    “Muse has found the location, but a powerful magic seal is blocking her. She’s a berserker, knows nothing about magic. She’s worried about damaging Jie Luo’s soul fragment if it’s inside,” Loseweisse explained.

    “We need a magic expert to support her.”

    She looked at Athena. Ekaterina knew nothing about magic. And Loseweisse, as the self-proclaimed leader, wasn’t going on this mission.

    Athena, seeing through her scheme, agreed readily, already plotting how to obtain the soul fragment for herself. Lord Jie Luo will be so happy, she thought.

    Loseweisse smirked, pleased that they still followed her lead.

    Ekaterina remained silent, her role as a spy to observe and report.

    The meeting ended, each with their own hidden agendas.

    In the next tent, O’Niens tearfully recounted his humiliation to his mother, exaggerating every detail. He was certain she would avenge him.

    He heard her angry cries from the other end of the communication and smiled smugly. Qin Chu, Violet, you damned bastards, just wait…

    He didn’t know that Inas was eavesdropping outside. She frowned at his childish behavior, running to his mother after such a minor setback. She felt a flicker of disdain, but quickly suppressed it.

    Meanwhile, Ireta, the agent of Death, was busy. Life ended every moment in this world, and dealing with the souls of the dead was her duty.

    Perhaps because the death aura within her had been cleansed, she seemed slightly more…alive.

    “If you need me,” she told Qin Chu, “just call my name.” Then, she vanished.

    Qin Chu didn’t return to camp immediately. As Ireta had warned, he wasn’t sure how effective his power would be against the Flame Witch, a raging spirit of fire. He might even become a target.

    But he had to go to Flame Mountain. He had to try to save her, or at least disrupt the First Prince’s plan to control her.

    Using a spatial teleportation scroll, he vanished, reappearing in a desolate wasteland.

    Spatial teleportation was truly convenient.

    Anthea emerged from his body, her small feet leaving no footprints in the sand. She held her spear, black chains wrapped around her. She usually stayed within him, only appearing when they faced a powerful enemy…

    But Qin Chu saw no immediate danger. A sandstorm raged, the sky a swirling mass of yellow dust, the ground an endless expanse of desert, the air shimmering with heat.

    The temperature was scorching, but Qin Chu felt no discomfort.

    He was puzzled by Anthea’s appearance.

    She frowned, her small hand resting on her chin, and glanced at him.

    “Perhaps,” she murmured, “I should get a body too?”

    She hadn’t cared before, but now, seeing Anastasia, Norma, and Ireta around Qin Chu… she felt a strange unease, intensified by Ireta’s presence.

    Shaye, noticing her discomfort, had suggested an alliance against the other women.

    And her first suggestion was for Anthea to appear before Qin Chu more often.

    Her murmur, however, was lost in the wind.

    “Anthea, what did you just say?” Qin Chu asked, leaning closer.

    Startled, she let out a small cry and jumped back. Seeing it was Qin Chu, she calmed herself and shook her head. “No, I didn’t say anything.”

    Then she looked at him with surprise. “You seem…better looking… than before.”

    Qin Chu blushed slightly and looked away, towards the crimson glow in the distance, the dancing flames of Flame Mountain, the Flame Witch’s territory.

  • Dear, it’s time for your medicine! 230

    Chapter 230: The Hero’s Suicide Squad

    Qin Chu felt a bit helpless.

    What did she mean by “collect all the Witches”? Was he that greedy? Besides, he wasn’t doing this for himself, but for the sake of all living beings, to save the goddess trapped in the Void. And Ireta was a Witch herself, suffering from the torment of Divine Authority. He was just trying to ease their pain.

    So please don’t look at him like he was some kind of pervert. It was disrespectful to his noble cause!

    He protested Ireta’s insinuation, but she didn’t seem to care. Perhaps because her heart was beating again, and the death aura within her had lessened, she seemed more lively.

    “My dear Hero,” she teased, “you can’t be too greedy…”

    “How could I? I’m not that kind of person,” Qin Chu denied, shaking his head. “I just think it would be troublesome if the Flame Witch is controlled by the First Demon Beast Prince.”

    “Is that so? But even if you have other intentions, it’s useless.”

    Ireta’s voice turned sad. “The Flame Witch has already gone completely mad. She can’t control her flames, even her own body has been consumed. She’s just a raging spirit of fire, attacking all life indiscriminately. Perhaps, in a few decades, even her soul will be consumed by the flames, and then she’ll finally be free.”

    If her own death aura continued to spread, she might end up the same way one day. She was lucky to have met him before that happened.

    “The First Demon Beast Prince knows this and wants to seal this spirit of fire within himself, to gain her power.”

    “But sealing her won’t be easy. Although she’s mad, her power hasn’t diminished.”

    “You have a special power. It can cleanse the death aura on me, but I’m not sure if it can restore the Flame Witch’s sanity.”

    “In any case, if you’re going there, please be careful.”

    Meanwhile, at the camp, a slender, petite figure appeared.

    It was Eileen, one of the Twin Thieves.

    After escaping the Demon Beast territory, she had followed Loseweisse’s coordinates, dodging pursuers and rushing here as fast as possible. She had to inform her companions of the situation.

    Inside Loseweisse’s tent.

    Ekaterina, Athena, Loseweisse, Eileen, Airi, and Sylph. All the remaining members of the original Hero Squad, except for Muse the Mad, were present.

    Eileen drained her teacup in one gulp. The journey had exhausted her.

    Loseweisse, after expressing her concern, finally asked, “Eileen, what happened?”

    Eileen took a deep breath. “Just as I told you, that idiot Lomond has somehow become smart. He launched a large-scale attack, burning down the entire forest where we were hiding.”

    The women’s faces darkened. There was nowhere to hide from such an attack.

    “Ronald and I were separated, our invisibility broken.”

    “Lomond and his forces attacked. Ronald knew we were no match for them, so he told me to escape and he would hold them back.”

    “He said the Hero Squad had already suffered too many losses.”

    Eileen recounted their ordeal, her voice filled with self-blame.

    The others’ faces were grim.

    This was terrible news.

    Loseweisse, however, cared only about the soul fragment.

    “Eileen, don’t blame yourself. Did Ronald give you anything before you separated… like, Jie Luo’s soul fragment?”

    Eileen shook her head blankly. In the chaos, she had forgotten.

    Loseweisse’s face hardened, and she cursed Ronald inwardly for his foolishness. And Eileen, you idiot! Couldn’t you tell what was most important?

    Why were her teammates such idiots?

    She couldn’t rely on them. The plan to resurrect Jie Luo still depended on her. She feigned sadness, tears welling up in her eyes, “And Ronald… is he…?”

    She had to know where the soul fragment was.

    “No,” Eileen said, “I overheard some Demon Beasts talking. It seems Ronald was captured alive by Lomond and is being held prisoner. That bastard wants to interrogate him.”

    “He might be tortured. We have to save him!”

    Eileen felt guilty for abandoning him.

    The others exchanged glances.

    “Eileen, it’s a trap,” Athena said calmly, “Lomond is using him as bait.”

    “His territory is filled with traps. If we go there, we’ll be…”

    She didn’t finish, but the implication was clear.

    They couldn’t save Ronald.

    Eileen’s face darkened, but Loseweisse spoke, “No, we have to save him.”

    Athena looked at her in shock, unable to believe that she couldn’t see through such an obvious trap.

    “He’s our comrade! And think about it, how many of us are left? Eight. If Ronald dies, there will be only seven. There are eight new members! We’ll lose our influence in the Hero Squad! Our plan to resurrect Jie Luo will be ruined!”

    “And Jie Luo’s soul fragment might still be with him!”

    Loseweisse’s passionate plea, appealing to both loyalty and self-preservation, swayed the others.

    Damn it… she thought. She still hadn’t found any soul fragments. She couldn’t give up.

    “I know it’s a trap, but we have to do it.”

    “And there’s trouble with Muse. We have to send someone to help her. If both missions are successful, we’ll have two soul fragments!”

    “We’re doing this for Lord Jie Luo! It will be worth it!”

    Tears glistened in her eyes.

    The others sighed, seemingly convinced.

    “But how do we arrange this? We can’t all go,” Sylph frowned.

    “We’re just rescuing someone, not fighting a war,” Loseweisse said, “We need stealth and skill with traps and barriers.”

    Her gaze fell on the Twin Thieves. “Eileen, Airi, and Sylph, can I entrust this to you three?”

    Eileen agreed immediately, and after a moment, Airi nodded as well.

    Sylph hesitated. She was more concerned about the Evil God’s thread within her, but this was for Lord Jie Luo.

    She finally agreed.

    The rescue team was formed.

    A suicide squad, in Qin Chu’s eyes.

  • Dear, it’s time for your medicine! 229

    Chapter 229: You Don’t Intend to Collect All the Witches, Do You?

    A deathly silence filled the air.

    Violet had long been dissatisfied with the current Hero Squad.

    The new members, Angelica and Anastasia, although lacking in strength, were completely devoted to Qin Chu.

    Natia and Norma were also alright.

    But Princess Carol, Shirley, the Saintess candidate of the Holy See, and this Inas, all had their own agendas. Carol and Shirley were still fine, at least they hadn’t done anything outrageous on the surface.

    But Inas’s every move irritated Violet.

    This woman didn’t even bother to hide her disdain for Qin Chu, not even cooperating with him during battle, always staying by O’Niens’s side.

    Did someone like this deserve to be a member of the Hero Squad?

    Although Qin Chu didn’t seem to care, Violet couldn’t tolerate it. Since he wasn’t here, she would take it upon herself to discipline these Hero Squad members.

    This was also a warning to Carol and Shirley.

    She didn’t care about their status. Since they were members of this squad, they had to act accordingly, not just pursue their own selfish agendas.

    Their status and position were worthless in the face of absolute power.

    The silence lingered.

    Then, a wave of applause erupted.

    It came from the soldiers.

    This was what a member of the Hero Squad should be like.

    Big Sister was amazing.

    Mr. Qin was truly different from the First Hero, whose squad members, although strong, were all arrogant and aloof, looking down on them.

    Inas trembled, her eyes reddening.

    Perhaps because she had never suffered such humiliation before, while O’Niens was filled with resentment and anger, Inas felt a deep sense of grievance, tears welling up in her eyes.

    But tears were useless against Violet.

    She had experienced far too much for Inas’s little tantrum to matter.

    “After we return to the Imperial City, I will suggest to Qin Chu that he inform Saint Monique and have you removed from the Hero Squad…” Violet said with a smile, “Consider it an honor. You’re the second member to be removed. The first was Karsus.”

    She casually tossed Inas to the ground.

    Her gaze swept over the other clerics, and she frowned. “Confiscate their weapons and equipment,” she ordered.

    “Otherwise, I’m worried these esteemed clerics might cause more trouble.”

    With Violet backing them, the soldiers’ courage surged. They swarmed forward, stripping the clerics of their weapons and armor, items they desperately needed.

    Although the clerics felt deeply humiliated, with Violet present, no one dared to protest.

    Violet yawned lazily, her demeanor shifting back to her usual gentle calmness, the transformation so complete that it was hard to believe she was the same woman who had just unleashed such power.

    After dealing with this matter, Violet returned to the tents, glancing at Inas…

    What a pitiful creature, she thought, bound by such heavy shackles.

    She would leave it to Qin Chu to decide what to do with this woman. She couldn’t be bothered.

    It felt good to stretch her muscles a bit. Quite enjoyable.

    Meanwhile.

    Qin Chu finally disengaged.

    Ireta’s slender body leaned against his chest, strands of her black hair brushing against his face, tickling him slightly. She seemed to be savoring the afterglow.

    For the first time in a thousand years, she had experienced something other than pain.

    And she didn’t dislike it, she even liked it.

    She liked the feeling of her cheek against his chest, listening to his heartbeat, a sound absent from her own lifeless body.

    For a few hours, she had even forgotten the torment of the death aura.

    The only thing that bothered her was the small tear in her favorite stockings.

    Qin Chu looked down at Ireta. Apart from the lack of a heartbeat and breath, she was no different from a normal girl, her skin soft and delicate.

    And to his surprise, a faint blush colored her cheeks.

    This was the first time he had seen any color on her face, usually as pale as snow. Now, with this hint of pink, she looked even more beautiful.

    “Ireta, are you blushing?” Qin Chu asked, surprised.

    Ireta rolled her eyes. “How is that possible?” she retorted. “My body is dead, my heart no longer beats, how could I… Huh?”

    As she spoke, she felt a slight flutter in her chest.

    She thought it was her imagination and placed her hand over her heart, sensing carefully. After about half a minute, she felt it again.

    Her heart was beating.

    Her heart, silent for a thousand years, had come back to life.

    Ireta couldn’t comprehend this feeling. She didn’t even know what she was feeling: happiness or shock?

    Was she dreaming, or was this real?

    For a moment, she was at a loss, her expression strange, which aroused Qin Chu’s curiosity. “What’s wrong?” he asked.

    “I… I don’t know…” The usually calm and composed Daughter of Death stammered, “My heart… it seems… it seems to be beating again.”

    She couldn’t help but take his hand and place it on her chest.

    She was afraid it was just her imagination and wanted him to confirm it.

    Qin Chu was happy to oblige.

    Beneath his palm was her soft skin, and he could feel a faint warmth, no longer the coldness of death.

    After a while, he let out a long breath, a gentle smile on his face. “Congratulations, Ireta,” he said, “your heart is beating again.”

    Although the rhythm was very slow, it was a good sign.

    “By the way, you said before that the death aura causes you great pain. Do you still feel it?” Qin Chu suddenly remembered and asked.

    Ireta seemed to have just realized it as well. Because of Qin Chu’s presence, the death aura had been suppressed, the pain no longer as intense, so she had almost forgotten about it.

    Now, reminded by him, she carefully examined her condition, her face filling with surprise and joy.

    The death aura had been greatly reduced.

    Not suppressed, but cleansed.

    Now that she thought about it, it seemed to have happened the moment the Holy Light bloomed within her body. The dense death aura surrounding her had instantly dissipated.

    The remaining death aura was now at a level she could endure.

    Even if she approached other living beings, although there might be some effects, it wouldn’t kill them directly.

    She couldn’t describe her feelings. Her heart, still for a thousand years, now rippled with emotion.

    Now, she could finally walk in this world like a normal human, taste delicious food and drinks, talk to others, and touch those fluffy little animals…

    She wanted to laugh.

    But it had been too long, and she had forgotten how. Her lips, slightly less pale, trembled slightly.

    And all of this was because of the man before her. It was Qin Chu who had freed her from her agonizing prison.

    She didn’t know how to express her gratitude, so she threw herself at him, her lips pressing against his.

    This was the only way she could express her feelings.

    She knew that as long as she continued to act as the agent of Death, the death aura would accumulate again. This freedom was only temporary, but it was still enough to make her grateful.

    And Ireta’s action rekindled the fire within Qin Chu.

    It wasn’t until near noon that they finally calmed down.

    This time, Ireta felt it clearly. When the Holy Light bloomed again, the death aura within her, already greatly reduced, was further cleansed.

    At this rate, perhaps after a few hundred more times, she would be completely healed.

    “Ireta,” Qin Chu said, looking at her as she tidied her black dress, “why don’t you come back to the Auville Imperial City with me?”

    It was rare to encounter a Witch, so it was better to keep her close.

    Ireta tilted her head, puzzled, “Why?”

    “The death aura on you has been greatly reduced. Even if you appear in the city, it shouldn’t have any effect, right?”

    “And the death aura will continue to accumulate. It would be easier to deal with if you stay by my side,” Qin Chu searched for excuses.

    This was purely to help Ireta, definitely not because he craved her body or anything like that.

    But Ireta shook her head, “I’m sorry, although I appreciate your invitation, I can’t stay in one place. People die every moment in this world, and I can’t let their souls linger.”

    She walked up to him and kissed him lightly on the cheek, “Of course, if the death aura accumulates again, I’ll come to you for help.”

    “And if you find any more soul fragments that need deciphering, you can also call me. Just call my name, and I’ll appear by your side as soon as possible.”

    Seeing that she seemed to be about to leave, although Qin Chu felt a little disappointed, he didn’t try to stop her. Everyone had their own choices, and he respected her decision.

    “Before you go, I have one more question. How much do you know about the Flame Witch?”

    “The Flame Witch?” Ireta’s expression seemed a bit reproachful, “Having just tasted the Daughter of Death, you want to taste the Flame Witch as well?”

    “You don’t intend to collect all the Witches, do you?”

    “But you might be disappointed. She’s completely mad.”

  • Dear, it’s time for your medicine! 228

    Chapter 228: Big Sister is So Cool

    This conflict originally had nothing to do with Violet.

    But she harbored a deep resentment towards both the Holy See and the Church of the Earth Mother Goddess. After all, it was the Holy See that had destroyed the Church of the Storm Lord, and the Church of the Earth Mother Goddess were the traitors who had betrayed them.

    Only because Qin Chu had instructed her not to act rashly against the Church without a good reason had she been holding back.

    But now, wasn’t this the perfect opportunity?

    She was merely intervening to prevent a large-scale conflict between humans, a noble and selfless act.

    What a perfect excuse.

    Although her methods were a bit crude, Violet believed that in this tense situation, only decisive action could prevent things from escalating.

    So, just like Karsus before him, O’Niens found himself beneath Violet’s foot.

    Literally.

    After slamming him to the ground, she placed her delicate foot on the back of his head.

    O’Niens’s face was pressed against the earth, perhaps the most intimate contact he had ever had with it.

    Dirt and grit filled his eyes, nose, and mouth, the sharp particles cutting into his delicate skin.

    But the physical pain was nothing compared to the mental anguish.

    He was the Saint Son! When had he ever been so humiliated, his head trampled beneath the foot of some unknown woman?

    And this damned bitch even called him dog shit!

    This was an unprecedented humiliation, far worse than death itself.

    He writhed on the ground like a worm, guttural growls escaping his throat, his limbs flailing uselessly.

    Even Karsus, the Death Knight, had been helpless beneath her foot. What made O’Niens think he could resist?

    Karsus was a true Titled Knight. O’Niens, at level 79, although only one level away, was still vastly inferior.

    Even with the Evil God’s thread amplifying his power and making him more aggressive, he hadn’t undergone a significant transformation like Karsus. Escaping from Violet’s foot was impossible.

    The surrounding clerics exchanged uneasy glances, no one daring to interfere.

    Carol frowned.

    Loseweisse glared at Violet with hatred and resentment.

    She had intended to be the mediator, to gain the soldiers’ support and expand her influence, but Violet had stolen her thunder.

    That damned bitch, she cursed inwardly.

    Qin Chu and those around him always seemed to be deliberately thwarting her plans.

    The soldiers, however, looked at Violet with gratitude.

    When they had been humiliated, they had been prepared to fight to the death.

    Although they were numerous, they were mostly untrained commoners, armed with rusty weapons and fueled only by their courage and experience against the Demon Beasts.

    And their opponents were trained clerics.

    But even if it meant death, they would defend their dignity. This was the first time they had even considered the concept of dignity, the first time they wanted to live like human beings.

    The members of the royal family and the Holy See just watched, only the Hero’s companions willing to stand up for them.

    They would remember this gratitude.

    The soldiers’ gazes made Loseweisse even more uncomfortable. This was the adoration she should have been receiving… However, if Violet’s humiliation of the Saint Son caused a rift between Qin Chu and the Church of the Earth Mother Goddess, that wouldn’t be so bad.

    Violet looked down at the struggling O’Niens, a mocking smile on her lips. “Saint Son,” she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm, “is that what a Saint Son looks like? Groveling in the dirt?”

    “I thought the Saint Son of the Church of the Earth Mother Goddess would be more impressive. But you’re so weak.”

    “How can you even call yourself a Saint Son? You’ve enjoyed endless resources and the best training since birth. Even a pig could become a Titled Knight with such advantages.”

    “But you, O’Niens, son of the former Holy Maiden, at your age, you’re only level 79…”

    “And you still think you’re something special? You dare to act so arrogantly, to look down on others?”

    “You’re not even as good as a pig. Where do you get your courage?”

    Who would have thought that the usually gentle and smiling Violet could be so vicious with her words?

    Her words stripped away O’Niens’s arrogant facade, forcing him to confront the brutal truth.

    He thought he was a genius, but he was just an idiot.

    He thought he was powerful, but compared to true strength, he was no better than an ant.

    “If it weren’t for your mother, the former Holy Maiden… you’re nothing.”

    “You’re worse than dog shit. At least I wouldn’t step on dog shit.”

    Violet’s humiliation of O’Niens was a balm to the souls of the surrounding soldiers, who had long despised him.

    He deserved it.

    This arrogant Saint Son would never have imagined that he would suffer such humiliation.

    Boom… Crack!

    The most brutal reality crashed down on him.

    O’Niens froze.

    Everything he had, his strength, his status, the respect and admiration of others, was only because of his mother, not because of anything he had achieved himself?

    For the proud O’Niens, this was the most unbearable truth.

    No… This isn’t true, this can’t be true.

    He struggled desperately, like a madman, and actually managed to lift his head slightly, his bloodshot eyes glaring at Violet, his bloody face contorted.

    “Shut up, you bitch!”

    “Did Qin Chu tell you to do this?”

    “Bastard, I won’t let you go! I won’t let him go!”

    “I am the Saint Son of the Church of the Earth Mother Goddess! The Church won’t let you go! My mother won’t forgive you! Just you wait…!”

    O’Niens was completely enraged, his words becoming incoherent.

    But Violet didn’t care. A mocking smile played on her lips. “It’s okay,” she said, “Bring your mother, bring Saint Monique, I’ll take you all on.”

    Then she pressed her foot down harder.

    Bang!

    She ground his face into the dirt.

    At this moment, Inas, hearing the commotion, stopped her cultivation and emerged from her tent. She saw O’Niens being trampled underfoot.

    Her body trembled violently.

    Obey him, protect him, follow his will.

    A voice echoed in the depths of her mind.

    The next second, she lunged towards Violet like a hunting leopard, screaming, “Let go of the Saint Son!”

    Inas was much stronger than O’Niens.

    She was a true dual expert, both a Grand Mage and a Titled Knight.

    She appeared behind Violet in a flash, her fingers transformed into sharp claws, aiming for her heart.

    Unfortunately, although Inas was a dual expert, she had only just reached that level. Her strength, while considerable, was still limited.

    And Violet didn’t even bother turning her head. Before Inas could even react, her wrist was caught in Violet’s grip, her struggles useless.

    The next second, with a whoosh, Inas was thrown like a rag doll, her body crashing to the ground with a thud, creating a small crater.

    The impact sent the surrounding clerics and soldiers stumbling backwards.

    Inas felt as if her bones were shattered, her body writhing in pain, blood trickling from her lips.

    She finally realized that this seemingly gentle woman, who rarely spoke, was far more terrifying than Ekaterina, Sylph, and the other notoriously powerful and violent members of the former Hero Squad.

    Violet finally removed her foot from O’Niens’s head.

    He struggled to his feet, glaring at Violet with hatred as she walked towards Inas. He wanted to tear her apart.

    But he didn’t dare.

    This woman was too powerful.

    Violet didn’t make any grand gestures, but her aura intensified, a storm gathering around her.

    The tents of the Church of the Earth Mother Goddess were ripped from the ground, sand and dust filling the air.

    Some even felt as if they would be blown away.

    It was a power that could shake heaven and earth.

    Everyone, including Carol, Morton, Loseweisse, Ekaterina… felt a deep, oppressive pressure, a primal fear.

    They knew Violet was strong, but they hadn’t realized she was this strong.

    A power that rivaled Augustus, Saint Monique, and Wadsworth, the three strongest in the Heavenly Continent.

    And such a powerful being was just a member of the Hero Squad, a subordinate of the Hero.

    The Second Hero was truly terrifying.

    Inas, having just gotten up, bore the brunt of Violet’s aura. She swayed, her legs weakening, almost falling to her knees.

    But her pride as a Saintess kept her standing.

    She trembled like a candle in the wind, her fists clenched, her chest heaving, her bloodshot eyes fixed on Violet.

    With every step Violet took, the pressure intensified.

    Every tap of her foot on the ground sent tremors through Inas’s body.

    Finally, as Violet’s foot landed again, Inas could no longer endure it.

    A sharp pain pierced her chest, and she spat out a mouthful of blood, staining the sand, trickling down her chin.

    This was the difference in their strength.

    They weren’t on the same level at all.

    The surrounding soldiers watched with excitement and admiration.

    Big sister is so cool!

    From this moment on, with every step Violet took, Inas spat out another mouthful of blood.

    By the time Violet finally reached her, the ground before Inas was stained crimson, her face pale and bloodless.

    She truly understood how powerful Violet was.

    But even so, Inas’s face remained defiant.

    Hmph…

    That proud, unyielding expression made Violet smile. She raised her hand…

    Slap!

    A crisp sound echoed through the air.

    Violet slapped Inas across the face.

    Five bright red finger marks appeared on her delicate cheek, her eyes filled with humiliation and rage.

    Before thousands of onlookers, the Saint Son was trampled underfoot, and the Saintess was slapped.

    The Church of the Earth Mother Goddess had lost all face today.

    Violet’s slender fingers traced the finger marks on Inas’s face, then tightened around her slender neck.

    She lifted Inas into the air, her struggles useless.

    “Inas, listen to me,” she said, her voice cold and hard.

    “I don’t care about your status, but from the moment you joined the Hero Squad, the Hero’s well-being is your top priority, not that useless Saint Son.”

    “You joined the Hero Squad to protect and assist the Hero in fighting the Demon Beasts, not to whine and complain about your foolish, good-for-nothing lover.”

    “If you don’t want to be a member of this squad, then get out!”

    “The Hero Squad doesn’t need trash like you!”

    She spoke with the authority of the Hero Squad’s leader.

    Loseweisse clenched her fists. She knew that her position as the core of the Hero Squad had been usurped by Violet.

  • Dear, it’s time for your medicine! 227

    Chapter 227: What Kind of Shit is a Saint Son?

    These common soldiers wouldn’t normally dare to commit such a disrespectful act.

    But now, a phrase was spreading among them:

    “Are kings, dukes, generals, and ministers born or made?”

    Why were those people born as nobles, as clerics, while they were lowly commoners, subjected to their whims?

    Why did they have to fight and die on the front lines, enduring poverty and hardship, while those in power enjoyed a life of comfort and privilege in the Imperial City?

    Why weren’t they the ones in power?

    Resentment had been brewing silently.

    All it needed was a spark.

    The performance of those high-ranking officials from the Imperial City, their cowardice during the battle and their eagerness to claim credit afterwards, disgusted these battle-hardened soldiers. Their brothers’ sacrifices were treated as mere trifles.

    And O’Niens’s speech had only fueled their anger.

    The conflict between them was escalating rapidly, violence simmering just beneath the surface.

    The Royal Guards, however, were kept in check by the more level-headed Morton and Carol, who ordered them not to provoke the soldiers, fearing a mutiny.

    The Holy See also had Loseweisse and an Archbishop working to maintain order. Although Loseweisse was insidious, she was also perceptive and sensed the simmering discontent.

    Only the Church of the Earth Mother Goddess was led by the arrogant and incompetent O’Niens and the blindly obedient Inas. The knights, priests, and nuns of the Church, having inherited O’Niens’s personality, treated the soldiers like slaves, their arrogance fueling the soldiers’ resentment even more than the other two factions.

    In fact, their anger towards the Church of the Earth Mother Goddess was even greater than their resentment towards the Empire, despite the Emperor’s execution of the seventy-six nobles.

    So, when these soldiers passed by the Church’s camp, seeing their arrogance and their displays of power, their anger erupted, and one of them spat on the ground.

    For a Holy Knight of the Church of the Earth Mother Goddess, such an act of disrespect from a lowly commoner was punishable by death, no trial needed.

    In the Heavenly Continent, the power of the upper class, whether royal or religious, was absolute.

    They had the power of life and death over the commoners. They were accustomed to this power, to their superior status. Even with the Demon Beast invasion and the increased reliance on common soldiers, their ingrained mindset hadn’t changed.

    Spitting was an act of blasphemy.

    A blasphemer.

    Must be killed!

    Seeing the incoming spear, Barnal’s face changed drastically.

    As a commoner, Barnal’s rise to the rank of chiliarch, the highest position attainable by someone of his birth, was a testament to his abilities.

    He had some basic training in Battle Qi.

    And his years of fighting Demon Beasts had given him far more combat experience than those pampered knights of the Church of the Earth Mother Goddess.

    The moment he saw the knight’s expression, Barnal knew something was wrong. He shoved his comrade aside and raised his shield just as the spear arrived.

    Bang… Clang!

    Sparks flew as the spear struck the metal shield, the impact sending Barnal stumbling backwards.

    His bearded face contorted in a grimace, his muscles bulging, grunts escaping his throat as he struggled to maintain his footing.

    His arm was numb from the impact. As expected of a cleric, their strength was far greater than these self-taught soldiers.

    A sharp pain pierced his chest, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. The sight enraged his comrades, their fists clenching, their teeth gritted.

    But Barnal, a true warrior, ignored his injury, wiping the blood from his beard and straightening up.

    He glared at the knight. “Sir Knight,” he said, “you’re going to kill him just for spitting? Isn’t that a bit much?”

    “Spitting might not be a death sentence, but it depends on where he spat. Spitting in front of the Church of the Earth Mother Goddess’s camp is disrespecting the goddess. He deserves to die!”

    The knight didn’t see anything wrong with his actions. He even grinned cruelly, his eyes gleaming with malice as he looked at Barnal. “Barnal,” he sneered, “you dare to protect a blasphemer? You… will also die.”

    As he spoke, more knights emerged from the camp, their faces twisted into similar grins, eager to prove their worth by slaughtering a few commoners.

    Dozens, then hundreds, of knights gathered, whispering amongst themselves, seemingly deciding who to target first.

    Even some of the seemingly benevolent priests joined them.

    Protecting the honor of the Earth Mother Goddess was every believer’s sacred duty.

    Against Demon Beasts, they were cowardly. Against commoners, they were ruthless.

    These arrogant clerics didn’t take these commoners seriously. They were like insignificant ants, easily crushed.

    They weren’t afraid of a mutiny. They were just commoners, domesticated pigs. There had never been a commoner rebellion in the Heavenly Continent. They didn’t have the guts.

    Barnal was so angry that he felt a strange sense of calm.

    This was the true face of the Empire’s upper class.

    He wasn’t afraid, just staring at them with cold indifference.

    The lack of fear in the commoners’ eyes was seen as a provocation, another act of blasphemy. They didn’t even beg for forgiveness, they dared to glare back!

    They were truly hateful creatures, deserving of the cruelest punishment.

    They were about to attack.

    But suddenly, they heard a faint sound coming from all around them.

    They looked around and saw a large number of soldiers putting down their work, picking up their rusty weapons, even those made from the claws and teeth of Demon Beasts, forming ranks and approaching from all directions.

    Thump… Thump… Thump…

    Their synchronized footsteps merged into a thunderous roar, the earth trembling beneath their feet.

    Every soldier’s face was grim, their eyes burning with anger.

    Dust and sand swirled around them, the wind whistling in their ears.

    The clerics of the Church of the Earth Mother Goddess paled.

    Seven thousand!

    It wasn’t a huge number.

    But seven thousand soldiers, marching towards them in perfect formation, their eyes filled with rage, was a terrifying sight.

    An indescribable pressure weighed down on them, their faces turning pale, fear gripping their hearts. Although the soldiers were just walking, their heads held high, the clerics instinctively shrank back.

    They huddled together, their throats dry, their hands trembling as they gripped their weapons, their foreheads slick with sweat.

    “What… what are you doing?! Stop!”

    A knight screamed, “In the name of the Church of the Earth Mother Goddess, I order you to stop! Get out of here!”

    “You damned heretics! I’ll have you all burned at the stake!”

    His angry roar was carried away by the wind, revealing the fear beneath his bluster.

    They couldn’t understand. They were just going to execute a few lowly commoners, why had it provoked such a reaction? When had these commoners become so united?

    And they hadn’t expected such a powerful, oppressive presence from a mere group of commoners.

    The encirclement tightened.

    The clerics’ faces were filled with terror, as if they were facing not a group of soldiers, but the most ferocious beasts of the jungle.

    The commotion finally attracted the attention of Saint Son O’Niens.

    He emerged from his tent, his brow furrowed as he surveyed the scene. A cleric whispered in his ear, explaining what had happened.

    O’Niens’s face turned cold as he glanced at the surrounding soldiers. He waved his hand, his voice echoing in the wind, “Leave the soldier who spat behind. The rest of you are pardoned. Now scram!”

    O’Niens still had a shred of rationality.

    Seven thousand survivors out of a hundred thousand. Killing them all would have disastrous consequences, although in O’Niens’s eyes, their lives, even the lives of the ninety-three thousand who had already died, were worthless.

    He could spare these seven thousand soldiers, but the one who spat had to die.

    The glory of the Earth Mother Goddess couldn’t be tarnished.

    In O’Niens’s mind, this was already incredibly magnanimous. These commoners should be kneeling, praising his mercy.

    But to his surprise, the soldiers didn’t move, as if they hadn’t heard him at all.

    Instead, without any orders, they all raised their weapons simultaneously.

    Swish!

    A perfectly synchronized movement, the sound unified.

    Broken swords, rusty spears, claws and teeth of Demon Beasts, bows and crossbows smeared with Demon Beast venom…

    All pointed at the hundreds of clerics, even at O’Niens, the Saint Son.

    Although their weapons were crude and even laughable, the sight was terrifying, sending a chill down the clerics’ spines, their bodies drenched in sweat.

    O’Niens’s face turned livid. How dare these commoners?!

    His orders were ignored. These fools, instead of being grateful for his mercy, dared to point their weapons at him?

    Blasphemy! Unforgivable!

    His body trembled, his face twisting in rage.

    “I, O’Niens, Saint Son of the Church of the Earth Mother Goddess!” he roared, his voice cold and menacing, “You dare to raise your weapons against the great Saint Son?!”

    “In the name of the Saint Son, I order you all to kneel!”

    A deathly silence fell.

    Then, a voice echoed in the wind, “Saint Son? What kind of shit is a Saint Son?”

    Hiss…

    O’Niens’s handsome face twisted into a grotesque mask, uglier than any Demon Beast. His body trembled violently.

    He had given them a chance to kneel and atone, but these foolish commoners, not only didn’t appreciate it, but they even dared to insult him, the Saint Son.

    O’Niens couldn’t take it anymore. He raised his hand, ready to order his clerics to kill these soldiers. He would bear all the consequences.

    Carol’s face changed slightly, and she was about to rush over and stop him.

    Loseweisse, seeing this, also prepared to intervene. After all, she hadn’t been able to gain any fame by Qin Chu’s side, which displeased her. If she could act as a mediator between the Church of the Earth Mother Goddess and the army, she might gain the soldiers’ favor and increase her prestige.

    But before they could move, O’Niens’s hand slammed down, his voice cold and hard:

    “In the name of the Saint Son, I sentence you to death.”

    “Kill!”

    Whoosh…

    Before the clerics around O’Niens could react, a gust of wind swept through the crowd.

    Sand and dust filled the air.

    A disdainful voice echoed in the wind:

    “Saint Son?”

    “Who? Who’s speaking?” O’Niens’s face twisted further, his voice sharp with rage.

    The next instant, a whirlwind erupted before him.

    The raging storm formed the silhouette of a tall woman.

    It was Violet.

    Her hand reached out from the wind, and O’Niens’s face changed slightly. He tried to dodge, but it was too late. He found his limbs entangled by whirlwinds, his body immobilized.

    He could only watch helplessly as Violet’s hand gripped his head.

    Then, his body was lifted off the ground.

    The next second…

    Bang!

    Violet slammed O’Niens’s face into the ground.

    “Saint Son? Hah! More like dog shit!”

  • Dear, it’s time for your medicine! 226

    Chapter 226: The Hero’s Stamina Is Amazing

    Looking at the innocent Ireta before him, Qin Chu felt a headache coming on.

    Her eyes were so pure, like black gems, devoid of any lust or impurity. She had simply uttered those words calmly, seemingly oblivious to their implications.

    “Damn… vixen.”

    “Shameless woman…”

    Shaye was fuming in his mind, stomping her feet and gnashing her teeth.

    That hateful woman, she’s seducing Qin Chu, isn’t she? How shameless! What kind of woman would say such a thing? Qin Chu, you idiot, don’t fall for it! There’s something wrong with this woman!

    Wake up!

    Shaye screamed in his mind, but Qin Chu ignored her completely.

    He took a deep breath and looked into Ireta’s innocent eyes. “Miss Ireta,” he asked, “do you understand the meaning of what you just said?”

    Ireta seemed a little displeased by his reaction. “Hero,” she said, “although I’ve never experienced such a thing, and I left the world of the living soon after inheriting the authority of Death, it doesn’t mean I know nothing. I learned quite a bit while purifying those souls.”

    “Then you should also know that this kind of thing isn’t something you can do casually, right?” Qin Chu said.

    “Eh? It can’t be done casually?”

    Ireta looked puzzled. “Why? Among the souls I purified… especially the souls of the nobles of the Auville Empire, this kind of thing is very common. Basically, as long as there’s mutual attraction, or some kind of exchange of benefits, or even just pure desire, they can just go to a hotel and get a room.”

    Qin Chu was speechless. The Auville Empire’s decadent culture had corrupted even such a pure girl as Ireta. It was truly a sin.

    He could be unscrupulous with Ekaterina, Athena, and Sylph, but facing such a pure girl as Ireta, he hesitated. He felt that it would be like violating her, and a strong sense of guilt would weigh on his conscience.

    It felt like… sacrilege.

    Because he knew how filthy and sinful he truly was.

    He rubbed his forehead in frustration. “Ireta, things might be a little different from what you think. This kind of thing is only for people who love each other…”

    Although these words coming from his mouth lacked any credibility.

    “Do you love me?”

    Ireta pondered for a few seconds, then shook her head.

    Well, they had only just met, but her straightforward answer still made Qin Chu feel a little hurt. He was a man, after all, and to be loved by such a pure and beautiful girl would greatly satisfy his vanity.

    He spread his hands. “See?”

    “But I don’t dislike you,” Ireta continued.

    She tilted her head thoughtfully, “Being around you makes me feel comfortable.”

    “The pain from the death aura also disappears. But if I leave your side, the pain returns, as if my body is rotting, as if a knife is piercing my heart, as if I’m being burned by fire, as if I’m being frozen by ice…”

    Her tone was calm, but her words sent a chill down Qin Chu’s spine.

    He had been with Ireta for a while now, and this was the first time he realized that she had been enduring such torment.

    This poor Witch seemed to have become accustomed to the constant pain…

    How much suffering had she endured for over a thousand years to become accustomed to it?

    Qin Chu shuddered.

    Divine Authority, for those girls a thousand years ago, was both a gift and a curse.

    “When I received my Divine Authority, I also received an oracle,” Ireta continued.

    It had been too long, and she couldn’t remember some things clearly. Unlike Violet, who had recorded everything in her diary before she went mad, Ireta, with her indifferent nature, hadn’t even been a believer of Death, and she didn’t understand why she had inherited its authority. She hadn’t cared much about these things.

    So, even the oracle had become blurry in her memory.

    After a long while, she seemed to recall something and said hesitantly, “The oracle seemed to say that if I meet someone who makes me feel comfortable…”

    “And if he tastes you, your pain will disappear?”

    Beads of sweat appeared on Qin Chu’s forehead.

    The original oracle definitely didn’t say that. If it did, then the so-called Death God wasn’t a serious god at all.

    But Qin Chu basically understood what Ireta meant.

    Was this also the effect of the Seed of Life and the Seed of Light?

    Just like Violet and Anthea before, they instinctively sought the power of life and light.

    So, this wasn’t defilement, but salvation?

    Qin Chu took a deep breath. “Ireta,” he asked, “are you ready?”

    If this could save Ireta, free her from a thousand years of torment, then he was willing to do it…

    These words seemed a bit shameless.

    “Of course,” Ireta said, a faint smile appearing on her lips, “And I’m also curious about that feeling. I want to know what it’s like…”

    Ireta had seen countless souls consumed by lust, powerful Sages, handsome and elegant knights, invincible warriors, noble lords, even clerics…

    This made her curious.

    What was lust?

    What kind of feeling could make so many powerful and influential people lose themselves?

    She wanted to experience something other than pain.

    And Qin Chu was the only man she could be with.

    Whether she loved him or not, this was her only choice. Besides, she didn’t dislike him.

    After a moment of thought, Ireta’s slender fingers reached for the black ribbon on her shoulder.

    Her lace dress slid down her fair, smooth body.

    Meanwhile, at the front lines.

    The atmosphere was still heavy.

    Some soldiers were repairing the defenses. Although less than seven thousand remained, they hadn’t received orders to retreat. It was said that the Empire would soon send reinforcements to maintain this line of defense.

    Of course, this was the work of ordinary soldiers. The clerics and knights from the Imperial City would never do such menial labor.

    Angelica sighed and left the tent with Anastasia, looking at Violet and Norma outside, “Master just sent a message.”

    “He has some urgent matters to attend to and can’t come back for now.”

    “We have to hold the fort for another day and maintain the illusion that he’s still here.”

    They all knew that Qin Chu was dealing with something important, and their task was to create the illusion that he was still in the tent.

    But maintaining this illusion wasn’t easy.

    Perhaps because of Qin Chu’s unconventional behavior and his willingness to fight alongside them, he was very popular among the surviving soldiers. Many came to visit him every hour.

    And the new members of the Hero Squad also wanted to get closer to him. There was a constant stream of visitors outside the tent.

    Norma stuck out her tongue slightly, “Mr. Qin has been gone for a long time. Could it be that he’s… involved with another girl?”

    She didn’t say the rest: Just like me.

    There seemed to be a special charm about Mr. Qin that always attracted… unusual women.

    Her words made Anastasia, Angelica, and even Violet’s expressions turn strange… To get involved with a girl every time he went out seemed a bit far-fetched, but if it was Qin Chu, it wasn’t impossible.

    After a few seconds of awkward silence, Angelica forced a laugh, “That… that can’t be possible, right? Even Master can’t be that… active. He must have encountered some difficult problem.”

    After a pause, she continued, “Miss Norma, could you please go into the tent for a moment?”

    “I apologize, this might damage your reputation.”

    Norma quickly waved her hand, saying she didn’t mind.

    As expected, not long after Norma entered the tent, Barnal approached with a few soldiers, a smile on his face, waving at Violet and the others from afar. He knew that although these women were powerful and held high statuses, they weren’t arrogant like the clerics from the Church of the Earth Mother Goddess and the Holy See, or the Royal Knights.

    “Miss Violet… and Miss Anastasia, Miss Angelica, you’re finally out…”

    The slight blush on their faces indicated that the Hero had kept them quite… satisfied… last night.

    “By the way, where’s Miss Norma, and where’s the Hero?” Barnal, his bearded face beaming, was very talkative, “My men hunted some game and wanted to treat Mr. Qin…”

    Angelica’s cheeks were still slightly flushed, and she seemed embarrassed. She curtsied, “General Barnal, I apologize, but my master is exhausted after last night and is still resting. Norma is taking care of him…”

    Well, after working hard all night, he deserves some rest… But was the Hero really resting inside?

    Could he possibly rest with Norma in the tent?

    Barnal and his men exchanged glances, a shared look of awe in their eyes. They all thought the same thing:

    The Hero’s stamina is amazing.

    Since the Hero was resting, Barnal naturally wouldn’t disturb him. With knowing smiles, the soldiers left.

    As they passed by the camps of the Church of the Earth Mother Goddess, the royal family, and the Holy See, their eyes were filled with disdain.

    Just as those clerics and Royal Knights looked down on them, these lowly soldiers also despised those pampered, arrogant fools.

    Especially seeing the disdainful, condescending looks from the priests and Holy Knights inside, they felt even more disgusted, as if their mere presence was a defilement, the air around them tainted.

    This disgust had always been there, but it had never been so openly displayed before.

    “Tch…”

    A soldier spat on the ground, unable to contain his disgust.

    “A bunch of good-for-nothing bastards.”

    This scene was witnessed by a knight from the Church of the Earth Mother Goddess.

    His face instantly twisted with rage. How dare he spit towards their camp?

    “Blasphemer, die!”

    With a roar, he threw his spear, aiming to nail the soldier to the ground.

    No trial needed!

    A blasphemer!

    Must be executed!

  • Dear, it’s time for your medicine! 225

    Chapter 225: How Does Ireta Taste?

    Eldritch, with his one remaining eye, stared at the object in Qin Chu’s hand.

    Terror filled his gaze.

    He didn’t know what that crimson thread was, but it filled him with a primal dread.

    He could sense that it was something incredibly dangerous.

    Especially watching it wriggle…

    “Bastard, what… what are you going to do?” Eldritch shrieked, his voice cracking with fear.

    “Nothing, just giving you a fun little toy,” Qin Chu said with a smile.

    This thread was the one he had painstakingly extracted from Sylph’s body.

    He wanted to see how the Evil God’s corruption would affect a Demon Beast, how long they could resist it.

    After all, humans could be corrupted by the Evil God, but it seemed that it had never happened to Demon Beasts.

    Of course, Qin Chu was prepared.

    Under the Evil God’s influence, rationality would crumble, and the victim would transform into a monstrous creature, their strength increasing, but he and Anthea together were more than enough to handle it.

    He was just using Eldritch as a test subject.

    Ireta had truly misjudged him.

    Qin Chu wasn’t a good person at all.

    He didn’t understand why Ireta, who could see into souls, couldn’t see the darkness within his own.

    He didn’t want to save this world, he only wanted chaos and revenge, against both humans and Demon Beasts.

    Since the Evil God’s display of power in the Imperial City, some humans had begun to speculate that Demon Beasts might be descendants or believers of the Evil God.

    But Qin Chu scoffed at this idea. Demon Beasts had no faith, they never worshipped the beings in the Void. If they did, they would be much stronger.

    If Demon Beasts had any faith at all, it was in the Demon King. Every Demon Beast with some strength aspired to become the Demon King.

    Eldritch’s body writhed. He didn’t know why, but a single crimson thread filled him with a deep, instinctive dread, a fear that resonated in his very core.

    That fear even made him want to abandon his pride and submit to this human he had despised.

    If Eldritch had truly chosen to submit, Qin Chu might have spared him, planting a restriction within him, turning him into another tool, like Lomond.

    But before Eldritch could speak, Ireta’s clear voice rang out:

    “Eldritch, surrender. You’re no match for him.”

    “If you surrender and swear to never bother me again, perhaps Mr. Qin will spare your life.”

    Qin Chu’s heart sank. Ireta, are you sure you’re not just provoking him?

    For Eldritch, nothing could be more insulting than Ireta’s words, urging him to surrender.

    This was truly twisting the knife.

    As expected, the fear in Eldritch’s eyes was replaced by a manic rage. “Surrender?” he roared.

    “This noble prince will never surrender to a lowly human!”

    “I will kill you! Both of you will die!”

    Qin Chu shrugged. Turning Eldritch into a puppet of the Evil God, creating chaos among the Demon Beasts, wasn’t a bad idea.

    He released the Holy Light’s restraint.

    The thread shot out. Its first instinct seemed to be to return to Qin Chu, but it quickly sensed the Holy Light emanating from him.

    Its nemesis.

    So, the thread lunged towards the nearest target, the bloodied Eldritch.

    No…

    Eldritch struggled desperately, trying to stop the strange thing from approaching, but he couldn’t. He could only watch helplessly as the red thread reached his eye and burrowed into his brain.

    The next moment, his body tensed.

    Lumps began to appear on his hard muscles beneath his shattered armor.

    The intense pain made Eldritch scream, his reaction surprising Qin Chu.

    With O’Niens, it had been just a slight sting, the corruption happening silently.

    Qin Chu released his hold on Eldritch, and the Second Prince’s body twitched and convulsed on the ground like a fish out of water.

    Then, he saw the lumps on Eldritch’s skin rupturing and festering, his body covered in a viscous fluid.

    This didn’t look good. It seemed that Eldritch might die at any moment.

    Although Lomond was his main tool, Eldritch couldn’t die yet. If he did, the First Demon Beast Prince could focus all his attention on Lomond.

    This useful tool might be eliminated, which was something Qin Chu didn’t want to see.

    But it was too late. Even Qin Chu couldn’t stop it. He watched as Eldritch’s body convulsed and howled, his strength fading, his movements weakening.

    Until finally, he was still.

    His body, as if doused in acid, dissolved into a puddle of goo, not even a trace of bone remaining.

    Dead?

    The Second Prince of the Demon Beasts, dead just like that.

    The Evil God’s corruption seemed to be a deadly poison to Demon Beasts.

    This was an unexpected discovery. And what surprised Qin Chu even more was that he saw the thread in the puddle of goo.

    It seemed to have lost its vitality, its crimson color fading to a dull gray.

    Like a worm, it wriggled in the goo, seemingly trying to reach the other three Demon Beasts, then became still.

    What was this?

    The Second Prince and the Evil God’s thread, both dead?

    Were they mutually toxic?

    This bizarre scene left Qin Chu no time to consider the consequences of the Second Prince’s death. He instinctively knew that this discovery was crucial.

    Eldritch’s sacrifice had made a significant contribution to his research. Qin Chu mourned for him for three seconds, expressing his respect for his involuntary sacrifice.

    From the fates of Eldritch and the thread, Qin Chu felt that there might truly be a connection between Demon Beasts and the Evil God, but it wasn’t the commonly believed “descendant” or “believer” relationship, but something more complex, more twisted.

    Eldritch’s fear of the thread also bothered him. He was the powerful and proud Second Prince, after all. Although Sylph had also been afraid, her reaction hadn’t been as extreme as Eldritch’s.

    It was a primal, instinctive fear, like encountering a natural predator.

    A single thread had killed a level 90 Demon Beast prince. Could this thread be just a strand of the Evil God’s hair, a single piece of its fur? How many more were there? Thousands? Millions?

    This thing corrupted and transformed humans, but it was a deadly poison to Demon Beasts!

    This was worth investigating further.

    His plan to turn the Second Prince into a puppet of the Evil God, an agent of chaos in the Demon Beast territory, had failed.

    As for Lomond, if it came to that, he could just have Candice tell him to submit to the First Prince, to avoid being targeted too soon. He still wanted to use Lomond for a while longer.

    Of course, if Lomond could quickly find a suitable target to absorb, Qin Chu wouldn’t mind forcefully pushing his strength to level 90, on par with the First Prince.

    Qin Chu stood up.

    The three high-ranking Demon Beasts, trapped by Anthea’s chains and being drained by the Devourer, their bodies already withered, trembled in fear as they saw the Second Prince’s fate.

    This was the Second Prince of the Demon Beasts, one of the most powerful beings besides the Demon King, and he had died so miserably, not even leaving behind any bones.

    Who was this man? Why was he so terrifying?

    And what had the Daughter of Death called him just now?

    Mr. Qin?

    Qin?

    These high-ranking Demon Beasts possessed decent intelligence. They shivered, suddenly realizing that among humans, the most famous person with the surname Qin was…

    The Second Hero, Qin Chu!

    This man was the Hero?

    But why were his methods even more cruel and brutal than the Demon Beasts’? Was this something a Hero would do?

    Unfortunately, they didn’t have time to mourn the Second Prince’s death. The Devourer quickly drained their energy, leaving behind only three twisted, ugly corpses.

    The abundant energy surging into his body gave Qin Chu another significant boost in strength.

    Ireta bit her lip and walked over.

    This outcome was also unexpected to her.

    But she didn’t care. As the Daughter of Death, although she rarely killed directly, she had seen countless deaths.

    “Miss Ireta, now Eldritch will never bother you again.”

    “As your knight, I think I did a decent job, right?” Qin Chu turned to Ireta and asked with a smile.

    Ireta smiled wryly. Dead, indeed, he could no longer bother her.

    After a moment, she looked at Qin Chu again, “You just said… that a Witch’s kiss is quite nice?”

    Pfft…

    Qin Chu almost choked. He had almost forgotten that Ireta had excellent hearing.

    Although he had whispered it, and she had been some distance away, she had still heard it.

    Even with his thick skin, he felt embarrassed.

    He waved his hands frantically, “Miss Ireta, please don’t misunderstand, I wasn’t talking about you…”

    Ireta nodded calmly, “I know, you were talking about Violet, the Storm Witch, right?”

    “And there’s another girl around you who also has a Witch’s remnant soul residing within her.”

    “It’s not surprising that you’ve tasted a Witch’s kiss.”

    Qin Chu was embarrassed, not knowing how to respond, especially facing her innocent eyes.

    At this moment, Ireta suddenly said something that stunned him:

    “Then, Hero, do you want to taste what Ireta is like?”

    Qin Chu froze, staring at her in disbelief.

    Her eyes were still pure and innocent, devoid of any lust or impurity. That gaze even made him feel a little ashamed.

    This Witch probably didn’t even understand what she was saying, right?