The Witch’s Convent

Yuta had regained her senses; it would be foolish not to run now.

She clearly understood that the white-haired human man possessed the ability to alter a witch's consciousness, and that Heidi had likely fallen victim to him without realizing it!

Now that she was extremely weak and unable to fight, her only choice was to escape quickly!

She needed to flee to a safe place, hide, wait for Witch's Night to pass, restore her strength, and then return to settle the score with him!

Yuta vowed that when the time came, she would make him experience the most painful and terrifying death imaginable!

With this thought in mind, her enormous form sprinted away. Behind her, Hawthorne stood in shock, but then he quickly responded, deciding to pursue her.

However, just as he took a step forward, the intense pain from his leg injury caused him to stumble, and he couldn't help but mutter a curse under his breath: "Damn!"

But he had no choice; he pulled out his spellbook, attempting to cast Cure Wounds on his injury to enable him to run again.

Damn it, my Mana hasn't replenished yet!

After trying two or three times, he was unable to cast the spell. He cursed again and then sat back down, avoiding any strenuous movement that might aggravate his wound while he waited for his Mana to recover slowly.

No rush, just two minutes at most. She can't run too far in two minutes…

He gritted his teeth, anxiously waiting. Meanwhile, overhead, the two tall figures in trench coats exclaimed in surprise: "How is he… Could it be that I misjudged? This person is actually a high-level Spellcaster, but he has never learned a second-level spell or above, making him a specialist?"

Having been observing the scene from above for quite some time, he hadn't precisely counted, but even by estimation, this boy had used at least seven or eight first-level spells.

Even if he possessed some treasures, his Mana must be drained by now, right?

How could he still have Mana to cast so many protective spells?

"Incredible," the other remarked in astonishment. "What kind of power is this? I never expected that he not only hasn't lost both legs but has actually scared that magical creature away!"

Originally, their plan was for Hawthorne to be tripped up by their minor spell, rendering him unable to protect himself, only to be overpowered by that magical creature, bleeding out and nearing death.

Then, they would step in, subdue the magical creature, and extend an olive branch to him. In this way, the desperate human would inevitably agree to sign a pact with them.

Even if later on, Hawthorne managed to block the magical creature's first attack, it didn't matter to the two Demon Spawns. This boy's leg was already injured, and he couldn't run; the next time, he would surely falter.

However, what they never expected was that, with the aid of that wondrous milky white energy, this human would achieve an incredible counterattack!

Now, it was he chasing after the magical creature!

This was truly... unbelievable!

Watching below, a revived Hawthorne began pursuing the magical creature, and one of the tall figures said slowly, "So, Rigorath, do we continue?"

The other Demon Spawn paused for a moment, then nodded. "Yes! You go subdue that magical creature, and I'll persuade him to sign a pact with us. Even if the pact doesn't go through, capturing the magical creature will definitely please Lord Mephistopheles..."

"Alright!"

The two then set out, following Yuta into the distance.

On the ground, two minutes had passed. Hawthorne cast Cure Wounds on himself, healing his injury, and then started his pursuit.

He was faster than Yuta at this point; he just had to carefully observe the traces she left behind while running, navigating the twists and turns to avoid mistakenly following the wrong path and losing her altogether.

He should be getting close; Yuta was very weak now, so she wouldn't be able to run far...

With this thought in mind, he turned a corner and was pleasantly surprised to see Yuta's massive form slowly squirming in the distance. Clearly, she had little strength left to continue running!

Great, finally, you're mine!

With this thought in mind, he continued to move forward. But then, a voice echoed from the sky chanting an incantation: "Hold Monster—!"

In an instant, Yuta's massive form was frozen in place, no longer moving.

Hawthorne was taken aback, and then a tall, thin figure in a black trench coat descended from above, landing beside him. "Phew—thank goodness I made it in time!"

He then turned to Hawthorne, offering a gentle smile: "You've done well, young man, managing to hold off this one for so long!"

"You've protected the residents of Liberl Port; you are a hero of the city! I truly admire this sense of justice. Young man, what is your name?"

The flood of compliments left Hawthorne utterly astonished.

From his tone, he certainly sounded like a high-ranking figure from the port, didn't he?

Why were the law enforcement officers of Liberl Port so efficient today? Usually, they were slow to arrive after the dust had settled.

Could it be that tonight's turmoil was so significant that even the guild had to rush over quickly?

Hiss... How am I going to subdue Yuta now?

He speculated wildly in his mind, remaining vigilant, and slightly bowed in respect: "I am Nigel Hawthorne. May I ask who you are?"

The tall, thin figure before him continued in a gentle tone: "I am Rigorath, a Mage from the Black Staff Tower. Don't be afraid; I am here specifically to handle this situation."

As he spoke, he pointed to the emblem stitched on his trench coat, attempting to reassure Hawthorne with his words.

The Black Staff Tower is the organization of Mage strategists responsible for guarding the entire Liberl Port. They typically do not take direct action, only managing large public crises and external invasions.

No one knows their exact number, but it's said there are only five hundred members, each one a formidable Mage mastering at least third-level spells and various advanced magical specializations!

Members of this organization are rarely seen by ordinary people, but there is no doubt that they are a highly respected force in Liberl Port.

In contrast, an ordinary young Mage apprentice would be thrilled upon hearing this. However, when Hawthorne heard the name "Rigorath," his pupils suddenly constricted.

Damn it, it's definitely not genuine. I knew Liberl Port's efficiency in handling public safety incidents couldn't possibly be this high!

Rigorath, the archdevil of the Messenger, is also an apostle of Mephistopheles in the material world, a powerful and extremely nefarious Demon Spawn!

This guy loves to use underhanded tactics to interfere with players' quests, only to suddenly appear and help you out when the situation becomes irreversibly dire, extorting a hefty sum while naïve new players thank him for it!

So, it's obvious that my earlier trip was certainly not an accident; it had to be his doing!

What bad luck, how could I run into this guy!

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