socalfunplaces Chapter 12 Standing Up the Witch
Chapter 12 Standing Up the Witch
After exiting the train station, Lorne carried his luggage and boarded a horse-drawn carriage parked by the roadside.
"Sir, are you going to the hotel?" The coachman asked familiarly as he waved the reins, noticing Lorne's large bags.
"Hmm." Lorne nodded without denying it.
"How about we go to 'Red Tail Alley'? Out-of-towners love going there." He used an ambiguous tone that only men would understand.
"No, no..." Lorne, who was on the run, didn't have time to think about these things.
"Take me to a quiet, um... a bit out of the way hotel."
"Slightly to the side?" The coachman was a little puzzled, but he didn't ask any more questions and just waved the reins to get the carriage moving.
As the carriage moved forward, Lorne turned his gaze to the window, trying to ease his tension by looking at the scenery.
About 20 minutes later, the horse-drawn carriage stopped in front of an inn.
"1 Sule".
Lorne handed the coachman a banknote, then picked up his luggage and got off the carriage.
Azure Hotel.
Lorne looked at the sign in front of him, glanced around at the not-so-populated area, and made sure the driver wasn't deliberately taking him to a hotel to rip him off before carrying his suitcase inside.
"Hello, what do you need?" the receptionist asked Lorne, who looked like a traveler.
"A single room, please," Lorne said, glancing at the price list. "Second class, book for a week first."
"Okay, 10 sulphurs."
Lorne handed the other person a 10-sole note.
"The innermost room on the second floor." The receptionist handed Lorne a key.
Lorne carried his luggage up to the second floor, opened the door, and looked around.
"The environment is alright, there's a bed, a cabinet... and a bathroom." Lorne walked into the room, put down his suitcase and bag, and lay down on the bed, sprawling out in a starfish position.
He was exhausted that day, both physically and mentally.
It wasn't a good time to rest, but he was overcome by extreme drowsiness. Lorne hadn't slept all night while waiting for the train.
"Can't sleep..."
cannot…
It should be fine to take a nap, right?
Just a moment
"A little while..."
Feeling the soft bed, Lorne felt his eyelids getting heavier and heavier, and soon the room was filled with the sound of even breathing.
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Backlund.
The silver-haired witch, Irene, was still savoring the afterglow of the potion.
As a newly minted Witch of Pleasure, her experience in these matters was far less than that of the seniors who had brought her into the industry.
The most obvious thing is that she still can't contain the allure and charm she exudes at all times.
She's in a good mood today because a new person is joining them.
He's still a newcomer with fantasies about the path of the "assassin," just like he used to be.
Yes, it was him, not her.
Because "witches" can change gender, even if you are a man, you will become a real witch as long as you drink the potion.
If he had known that the 'Assassin' path's Sequence 7 was the 'Witch' path, he would never have chosen that path, even if it meant his death.
What a cool and alluring name "assassin" is! Who would have thought it could be associated with "witch"?
As a once innocent boy, he was also seduced by her superior, the witch who brought her into the profession, and unknowingly drank the "Assassin" potion, thus embarking on a path of no return.
It was precisely because of this experience that she became very enthusiastic about recruiting promising newcomers for the organization.
Watching them become 'assassins' with great joy, and then advance step by step, and finally... hehe.
As the saying goes, if you've been caught in the rain, you'll want to tear someone else's umbrella off.
If recruiting new talent were a matter of ranking, she would be considered the newly crowned sales champion.
It's 8 PM now, and she's on her way to find that new guy. Irene believes that the boy definitely won't be able to resist the extraordinary temptation, just like she did back then.
"However, he was actually able to resist my temptation to some extent." Recalling Lorne's performance, her smile became even brighter.
"With such talent, promotion should be easy for him."
"Looks like we're going to have another sister soon. I really can't wait to see her expression when she transforms into a 'witch,' it'll be so interesting..."
While pondering a suitable new name for the newlyweds, Irene arrived at the agreed-upon alley.
To her surprise, the alley was deserted.
"Am I early?" Irene took out a delicate ladies' pocket watch and looked at it.
"That's right."
"Could it be that he was so excited about having extraordinary power that he forgot about time?"
"She's a newcomer, or a future sister, which is understandable," Irene muttered to herself as she paced back and forth in the alley.
Another half hour passed, and still no one came.
A gloomy mood gradually settled over Irene's delicate face.
"Haha." If anyone were there, they would have seen that Irene's smile was completely forced, and her anger was written all over her face.
Okay, okay, is this how you play?
Trying to play dirty tricks on me.
"Hmph." She took a strand of hair out of her pocket and smiled again.
When she approached Lorne earlier and gave him the potion, she secretly took a strand of Lorne's hair.
Although she didn't believe she could be wrong, she also anticipated the possibility that the other party might do something unexpected.
Just like now.
"Little brother, you're too naive. Witches aren't so easy to get rid of." Irene sneered.
Her previous sequence was "Witch," and witches are masters of black magic and curses.
"The consequences of standing a girl up are severe~" She stretched out her hand, radiating spiritual energy, intending to directly curse and teach that arrogant brat who dared to freeload her potion a lesson.
However, at that moment a sudden gust of wind blew in, and the flying sand blinded Irene's eyes. She instinctively reached out to cover her eyes, but as soon as she let go, the strand of hair floated into the air with the wind and then disappeared into the night.
"What?" Irene asked, somewhat surprised.
"It's alright, I can't curse them, but I can still do divination without any problem." The witch was also very skilled at divination, and even without the other person's hair, Irene was confident that she could easily divine the other person's fate.
After all, what ability could a novice in occultism possibly have to reverse divination?
She took a small mirror from her bosom and gently wiped it. Then, with a slight narrowing of her eyes, she began to perform a divination using the mirror.
……
"What?!"
Irene was stunned as she stared at the broken mirror.
"The divination failed!"
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Lorne struggled to open his eyelids, which were stuck together, and instinctively tried to turn over, only to find that his entire face was covered by something furry.
Lorne's nerves tightened again when the wet touch suddenly brushed against his cheek.
"oops!"
"What is that?"
Lorne, who stood up directly from the bed, didn't see anything unusual.
"Meow~"
Lorne turned around and saw the orange cat sitting on the crumpled pillow, its flattened face bearing the marks of their recent intimate contact.
"It's you." Lorne looked down at the cat, who was also somewhat bewildered.
"Speaking of which, it's already the second day?" Lorne looked at the mechanical clock in the room and was surprised to find that he had actually slept for more than ten hours.
He rubbed his eyes, opened the window to let in fresh air, and stretched.
"Uh-oh~"
I must say, the scenery around here is quite unique... Lorne stuck his head out of the window and looked around at the scenery.
For example, the building next door has a big red chimney, which makes it very recognizable.