[Crow] "This is a frightening matter. If a black witch lives here, she will surely bring harm to our forest soon." She asked a question. [Roserikta] "Has anything happened before? Anything that might reveal a black witch?" [Crow] "No. Nothing unusual caught our attention. It is possible, perhaps she only arrived here recently." If a black witch used magic to stay young forever, she had to move constantly to avoid suspicion. [Roserikta] "That makes sense. Tell everyone to be c

[Clobell] "These are definitely bones." She wore an expression Roserikta had never seen before—heavy and bitter. [Clobell] "She was just a kitten. Look how small these bones are." The shape differed clearly from human remains. Clobellina stared into the box and reached out a dark paw to touch the tiny, rounded skull. [Roserikta] "Don't, Clobell." She lunged forward and grabbed the cat. [Clobell] "Why not?" [Roserikta] "We don't know what kind of spell she used. Black magic mi

She pointed toward the outside. [Roserikta] "Clobell. Can you jump down from here?" Clobellina hopped onto the terrace railing and peered over the edge. [Clobell] "To that window ledge?" [Roserikta] "Yes." [Clobell] "That is child's play for a cat." [Roserikta] "Then go down and open the window. I hope it isn't locked." [Clobell] "Watch me." She leaped gracefully through the air like a butterfly and landed perfectly on the lower ledge. She used a paw to push and pull at the g

Accessing the secrets of the Gibero family proved difficult. Creak. The moment she carefully opened her door, a figure loomed over her. [Eaton] "Where are you going?" [Roserikta] "Oh! You startled me." She stumbled back. Eaton, the Captain of the Royal Guard, stood before her. His massive frame, nearly as tall as Kalart's, blocked her path like a stone wall. [Roserikta] "I... I have something to tell His Highness." She hadn't expected a guard, so her excuse sounded weak. Stil

Who is this woman? Instinct screamed. This beauty didn't belong to a human. It was too absurd, too impossible. Logic failed. Reality crumbled. Is she a witch? That was the problem. Roserikta detected no lunar energy from the beautiful Countess. Every witch carried the moon's essence—the source of their power—regardless of whether they were born under its direct light. A witch without lunar energy? No, that is impossible. She stared at Countess Gibero as she descended the stai

Reality rushed back. Roserikta whipped her head around and glared at Clobellina. The attempt failed to intimidate; her face burned red as a ripe apple, and her eyes remained dazed. [Roserikta] "Clobell. Why are you...... being so loud? It is rude to His Highness." [Clobell] "Rude? Please. Does he even care about me? His love is light as a feather. It already drifted away." [Roserikta] "Clobell. Stop being mean." [Clobell] "Good grief, I'm just stating the obvious. Just kiss h

[Clobell] "My mood is sour. This tastes like betrayal." The return trip carried the same passengers: one human and two cats. The white cat remained silent inside its lidded basket, just as it had during the arrival. However, the moment the carriage door clicked shut, Clobell spoke up to seize the initiative. [Clobell] "Isn't this ridiculous? The roles of host and guest have flipped entirely." [Roserikta] "What has?" Roserikta settled into her seat, smoothing the fabric of her

How dare she... she never even died! How dare she pretend to be resurrected! Another believer recited the following verse. Charlotte scanned her surroundings. It wasn’t just the pilgrims; every person present shuddered at the spectacle. [Believer] "The Gods genuinely intend to save Barzeha." The resurrection and return of the Savior prophesied in the Book of Revelation. The crowd buzzed with the thrill of witnessing a miracle. Several people even sobbed. No one noticed Charlo

But... how? Whether the river or the sea... only the miracle of awakening should make the waves glow. She had studied every facet of the Purifiers. Beyond the moment of awakening, they lacked any power to make water shine. Where is Odette? She scanned the surroundings. Conviction gripped her; Odette had to be watching this scene from nearby. Is she hiding among the believers? Or on the cathedral roof? An uneasy intuition warned her to find the girl before the scheme unfolded.

He raised his palm, slowly wiping his face as if he finally understood her urgent state. [Zion] "I was wrong. I was wrong, Odette." His sudden apology made little sense. His voice, now raspy and hollow, sounded as though he had endured bitter torture at her hands. However, the only thing that mattered to Odette was that he no longer appeared willing to block her path. She sidestepped him. In that fleeting moment, his wrists caught her attention—specifically the skin revealed

What kind of insane question is that? Why would I be curious about such a thing? Whether you're ruined or not, what does that have to do with me? Furthermore, Zion didn't look particularly ruined to her. While his face appeared thinner and somewhat haggard, he still wore terrifyingly exquisite, high-end attire. From head to toe, he presented the flawless, immaculate image of a high-ranking noble. His movements remained as elegant and dignified as ever. Therefore, wasn't label

I usually wake up from the hallucinations right around now...... He knew perfectly well that his mind was deteriorating. He also knew the hallucinations consuming him grew more severe with each passing day. Lately, he always awoke to find himself half-submerged in the freezing ocean. Recently, he had even begun speaking to the phantom Odette in front of others. He had happily chased after her illusion while in the middle of crucial discussions with the Pope or the Emperor. Th

Rolf finally grasped Count Albrecht's desperation. He understood the Count's absolute mandate to pour money into their only viable option, regardless of the abysmal odds. The Albrecht house absolutely must recruit Charlotte to our side. He entirely agreed with the Count's ultimate objective to adopt the new Purifier. * * * [Charlotte] "After orchestrating the miracle, the volume of water in my dream decreased drastically. Now...... it is steadily rising once more." Priest Rap

She possessed zero reason to fear the consequences of her lies. She knew exactly how to siphon another Purifier's energy, and as long as Odette remained alive, there was an abundance of power to steal. [Raphael] "Hmm. Saintess. That is a difficult story to believe." As anticipated, he countered her claim immediately. Though his tone remained characteristically gentle and warm, stripping away any aggressive edge, it was an undeniable rebuttal. [Raphael] "A Purifier's rank is d

Charlotte burst into a hollow laugh as Odette walked away. The entire encounter felt utterly absurd. Platinum-blonde hair practically glowing under the orange hue of the setting sun, sparkling teal eyes. She presented a stark contrast to the pathetic, wretched figure trembling behind bars in her past life. How dare she act like this? However, Odette's behavior was the most infuriating aspect of all. Unbelievable. How dare you pat my cheek? She treating her like a joke? Charlo

Odette swallowed a laugh. Charlotte wore an expression she knew all too well. The exact look of someone blindsided by a person they deemed utterly beneath them. It was the identical, infuriated scowl Han Songyi had directed at Han Suwan the day she received her university acceptance letter. To witness that expression—she had seen only once in her past life—before their battle had even officially begun. Absolute joy and exhilaration flooded her chest. ***** Charlotte couldn't