The Witch’s Convent

Hawthorne frantically dashed through alleys and corridors.

Unbeknownst to him, two tall, slender figures wearing black trench coats were hovering mid-air just above the rooftops. Each was holding a book, muttering to themselves as they recorded notes: "It's confirmed that Cassalanter Family's operatives have major conflicts with the Amazons. It is expected that future activities in South Harbor District will face significant obstacles..."

"Cassalanter Family has failed; the Illusionist's Bracers were confirmed lost before reaching the port."

"We need to reconsider the capabilities of Cassalanter Family and evaluate the benefits they can provide us in the future..."

The two swiftly recorded a series of observations, differing in wording but similar in their conclusions.

Having finished their notes, they considered their work complete. They then shifted their focus back to the battlefield below, where Yuta and Hawthorne were engaged.

Seeing him fight desperately and use that milky white glow to purify Yuta, both were incredibly surprised. One even exclaimed, "What is that power?"

"I don’t know, let me take a look," the other said, raising his hand. After making a few simple gestures and chanting some brief incantations, his eyes began to emit a striking blue light.

In fact, if he had been willing to spend more time forming a more complex series of hand signs and chanting longer incantations, he could have effectively reduced Mana consumption.

However, just as Hawthorne was receiving a continuous Mana replenishment this night, these two individuals also had no need to worry about their own expenditure.

Thus, the blue light from his eyes fell upon Hawthorne. Moments later, he murmured, "It seems... like a very unique energy... I can't interpret it; it must be an innate power within his bloodline!"

The other was quite astonished: "Even you can't understand it? It seems this human does indeed have some special lineage..."

With that thought, his curiosity was piqued: "Should we help him? Judging by his condition, he seems to be low on Mana."

This was a reasonable assumption, as they had been observing from above and noticed that Hawthorne had yet to use a second-level spell.

This indicated that his Spellcaster level was likely very low. After going through so much intense fighting, his Mana should be nearly depleted.

After a pause, one of them added, "I think, based on this talent and bloodline, he’s quite suitable to be our collaborator in the material world. What do you think?"

They were messengers from the Eighth Layer of the Nine Hells, two Demon Spawns with noble bloodlines. They had come to the material world to assess the actual capabilities of their old partners while scouting for a new representative.

During a brief encounter in the slum, they had already been drawn to Hawthorne’s remarkable charisma, believing this human had potential. If properly cultivated, he might very well become a strong ally.

However, at that time, they were busy assessing their old allies' capabilities and didn’t pay much attention to him. They hadn’t expected to run into him again today.

"I think he’s excellent," the other one grinned. "Besides, we can also capture such a powerful magical creature; Lord Mephistopheles will surely be very pleased."

“He's reaching his limit. Come on, let’s make our move!”

“The usual method?”

“Yes, the usual method! Hurry up, if we delay any longer, the people from the Black Staff will probably arrive!"

Having reached an agreement, they immediately began to act. One person started performing a series of complicated gestures while reciting a lengthy and obscure incantation.

The other moved directly above Hawthorne, chanting a short incantation—

On the ground, Hawthorne was estimating the time, and just as he finished recasting False Life on himself, he suddenly felt a trip under his feet, and his body uncontrollably toppled forward!

Bang!

His body slammed heavily onto the ground, fortunately, the dirt path wasn’t hard, so the fall didn’t hurt.

However, the consequences of this fall were dire; Yuta was now just a hair's breadth away!

Damn it, how could I be so careless at this moment!

His heart was filled with regret, but it was too late to turn back now; Yuta was right in front of him, and the illusion began to form again, with a massive guillotine blade falling from above!

Hawthorne's heart leaped into his throat as he stumbled backward, quickly chanting the incantation: "Shield!"

Buzz—

Bang—!

Instantly, a protective shield formed, but the guillotine blade also fell at the same time, shattering all of his magical protections. A sharp pain shot through his thigh, forcing a muffled grunt from him: “Ugh—!”

Fortunately, he had delayed long enough; otherwise, had the Shield not been deployed, his legs would have been cleaved off completely!

Yet, even so, the severe pain radiating from his leg made Hawthorne acutely aware of one thing: he could no longer run!

The original plan had completely failed because of this fall; he had lost any qualification to continue dragging things out!

Was he really going to die at Yuta's hands?

No, no way! I absolutely cannot allow this outcome!

I’ll fight back against her!

“Purification!”

He shouted furiously, then reached for the manifested guillotine, and immediately, a strong milky white glow enveloped Yuta's body!

Buzz——————

“Roar—!”

The purifying white light penetrated this massive magical creature, touching her soul. Suddenly, Yuta’s body trembled.

The chaotic Magic Power from beyond the world was rapidly dispelled, and the madness caused by the pollution began to restore her consciousness, akin to just waking up from a deep slumber, confused and disoriented.

I... why am I here?

I... why did I kill so many people...

So empty; I want to fall into the Master’s embrace...

Ah, Master, he's right in front of me...

Wait, no!

As the last trace of chaotic Magic Power’s pollution was cleared away, Yuta’s hazy consciousness abruptly snapped to attention!

Why would I have such thoughts?!

Yes, it's him! He's the one!

He’s altering my consciousness; he wants to turn me into a weak, foolish creature!

Die! You go die!

The guillotine rose again, but Yuta quickly realized in terror that her strength was rapidly fading, reduced to nearly nothing compared to her former power!

This person wasn't just altering my consciousness; he was also stealing my strength?!

Whoosh—

She desperately swung the guillotine down, but even injured, Hawthorne easily rolled out of the way, dodging Yuta's attack with ease!

"Huff—!"

Hawthorne let out a breath, steadying himself, forgetting the pain in his leg as he looked up in astonishment.

Yuta's power was already this weak?

What an opportunity! Now, it was time to purify her completely!

With that thought, he endured the intense pain to stand up and prepared to clash with her once more.

Then, he watched in shock as the witch retreated an inch, then suddenly turned and sprinted away into the distance!

In an instant, Hawthorne was left standing there in disbelief.

No way...

She’s running away?!

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