T/N: “Daughter of Death” (死亡之女 – Sǐwáng zhī nǚ) and ” Silk Stocking Woman” or “Stocking Woman” (丝袜之女 – Sīwà zhī nǚ) sound similar.
Chapter 210: The Stocking Woman (5)
The Stocking Woman…
No, the Daughter of Death!
Qin Chu’s eyes widened.
He had heard this name from Shaye more than once.
Of the thirteen remaining Witches, the Stocking Woman… no, the Daughter of Death, was the most mysterious.
He always seemed to get her name wrong.
Shaye was known as the strongest Dark Witch, but even she wasn’t confident she could defeat the mysterious Daughter of Death.
Because the Daughter of Death was incredibly elusive, she almost never appeared before anyone, be it Demon Beast or human.
So why had this powerful and mysterious Witch suddenly appeared here?
The carnage surrounding him, the burning flames, the pervasive stench of death, provided the answer.
It seemed the Daughter of Death was absorbing the souls of the fallen soldiers?
But Qin Chu quickly realized that wasn’t the case. The souls were drawn towards her, but not consumed. They passed through her like a filter, cleansed of all impurities, transforming into pure motes of light, like fireflies.
Countless lights flickered above, illuminating the battlefield. They hovered for a moment, as if bidding farewell, then faded away.
A fleeting beauty, blooming and then vanishing.
The giant phantom disappeared as well, as if it had never existed.
The Daughter of Death had left without interacting with Qin Chu, or with the other Witches, Shaye, Violet, or even Gaia.
Just like the rumors, she came and went like a phantom, shrouded in mystery.
Qin Chu had been worried about a confrontation.
She seemed to wield the authority of death and souls, fulfilling her duty, unlike Violet, who had been driven mad by such power.
When Qin Chu came to his senses, everything had returned to normal. The soldiers still looked at him with reverence, O’Niens still glared at him with jealousy and hatred, and Carol remained silent, lost in thought.
It seemed that apart from himself, Violet, and Shaye, no one had noticed the Daughter of Death’s presence.
One couldn’t wallow in grief forever.
After mourning their fallen comrades, the soldiers began to relax, gathering around the approachable Hero.
Men together inevitably talked about women.
Naturally, the conversation turned to the beauties around Qin Chu: Angelica and Anastasia.
“A hero and beauties, a match made in heaven,” Barnal said, his face flushed, his breath reeking of alcohol. “With those two beauties, the Hero’s life must be very comfortable.”
“Boss, don’t forget Miss Norma. She seems gentler. And she’s so strong! She smashed several trolls with one punch!”
“But conquering Miss Violet is more impressive. She’s so tall! Not every man can handle her.”
“No, subduing the Crimson Valkyrie is more impressive. Miss Violet is gentle. The Crimson Valkyrie is a true wildcat…”
“Taming that proud elf is the most impressive… She’s an elf, after all!”
Their banter elicited laughter.
The names of the women close to Qin Chu were mentioned: Angelica, Anastasia, Norma, Violet… even Ekaterina, Sylph, and Athena. But not Loseweisse.
Jealousy gnawed at her. These bitches had stolen her glory. Her plan to use the Hero to elevate her status had failed.
She lowered her head, concealing her resentment, but her clenched fists betrayed her true feelings. She wanted to record these dark thoughts, like she used to when Sylph or Athena got close to Jie Luo. But her diaries were gone, stolen by Augustus.
She didn’t dare to keep a diary anymore. She had to find another way to vent her dark emotions.
The conversation continued, eventually turning to…intimate matters.
Qin Chu, pressured by the soldiers, finally relented. “About an hour,” he said.
Hiss!
The soldiers were shocked and praised his prowess.
An hour was truly impressive. Qin Chu had downplayed it.
Even O’Niens’s eyelids twitched. An hour? How is that possible? he wondered. The nuns said men only last a few seconds, a minute at most. He felt a strange sense of shame.
The soldiers eagerly asked for advice, and O’Niens, despite his disdain, couldn’t help but eavesdrop.
“Moonflowers… I hear they’re quite effective.”
Qin Chu returned to his tent.
The soldiers, still wanting to celebrate with the Hero, brought him several bottles of fine wine. But they were stopped by Violet and Norma.
“The Hero is touched by your enthusiasm, but he’s currently resting with Angelica and Miss Anastasia,” Violet explained with a smile.
The soldiers exchanged shocked glances. They admired the Hero’s stamina.
An hour at a time… he needs two women…
They wouldn’t disturb him and left with awkward smiles. They didn’t sense the Mana fluctuations from within the tent.
Even with the barrier, the spatial teleportation formation emitted a strong magical signature, which Loseweisse, Athena, and the others sensed. But seeing Violet guarding the entrance, they suppressed their curiosity.
They knew they couldn’t get past her.
…
Meanwhile, in the dark Pipes Forest.
The night was silent. Lomond’s powerful aura silenced all creatures.
There were three figures here… or four, if the broken form on the ground could still be considered a person.
Lomond, his confidant Dolgo, and Candice, the intermediary.
Ronald lay sprawled on the ground, unconscious, seemingly tormented by nightmares, his body twitching occasionally.
He had been tortured beyond recognition, his once delicate skin now rough and pale, covered in wounds. Even after being washed, the stench of filth clung to him.
Lomond and Dolgo were getting impatient.
They had been here since nightfall, but the mysterious informant hadn’t appeared.
“Candice, is he really coming?” Lomond asked, his lowered voice still a boom.
“Your Highness, don’t worry, he will definitely come,” Candice assured him.
Lomond felt slightly relieved.
He glanced at the “gift” he had prepared for the informant. He was satisfied with Ronald’s current state. Thousands of Demon Beasts had been “entertaining” him for days.
He must have had a very… enjoyable… time, Lomond thought. As expected of the Hero Squad, their endurance is extraordinary.
Suddenly, Dolgo sniffed the air, his eyes gleaming. His gaze turned ferocious, his body tensing as he stared into the distance. He had caught the scent of a human.
But none of them noticed the slender figure perched on a tree branch not far behind them.
Her black hair fluttered in the night wind.
Her slender body was clad in a black lace dress, her legs and feet encased in black stockings that accentuated their curves.
She wasn’t wearing shoes, and the outlines of her delicate toes could be seen beneath the stockings. Under the moonlight, the black stockings shimmered.
She looked stunning in stockings, the embodiment of the Stocking Woman!
Even her hands were covered in black lace gloves.
Her entire being blended seamlessly with the darkness.
She was waiting patiently for death to arrive, then she would reap a powerful, tainted soul.
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