The Lustful Demoness nad Celia is an adult woman with red hair cascading over her shoulders and a shapely figure, as if ti has never taken its toll on her.
She looked at Olivia with undisguised disgust.
Celia, with a cold face, looked at Olivia and said:
"Will you choose to give up if I oppose this?"
The Black Swan shook her head.
What she wants to do, she will not turn back even if she hits a wall.
The Lustful Demoness said:
"Are you so sure that I’m willing to support you? Don’t forget, we are enemies."
Olivia said with a mischievous smile:
"No, no, you’re not really my enemy."
Her smile carried an undeniable malice:
"How could you be an enemy when you aren’t truly lustful?"
Celia’s expression changed slightly, and after a mont, there was a slight change in her complexion.
Seeing the change in Celia’s expression, Olivia finally revealed an unabashed smile:
"What’s wrong, not pretending anymore? Want to seize sothing that isn’t yours? Do you think you can escape consequences by deceiving everyone?"
A group of witches instinctively lowered their heads.
The Affectionate Witch.
The Thorn Witch.
The Lustful Demoness.
These are the top-tier powers among the witch gatherings.
In short, the reason witches can live carefree in this little cabin, without being easily exploited by external forces, is because of those more powerful witches.
Especially the Lustful Demoness.
This witch’s title cos from a past generation of the Great Sin of Lust.
That witch was born naturally with magical abilities and developed a large system of sin powers utilizing her skills.
She even deeply fused witch powers with the Great Sin.
This enabled her to draw upon part of the Sin powers using witch strength.
Later on, that witch died.
She was eaten alive by over two thousand n who loved her.
Yes.
Literally.
The witch was devoured completely, without even her bones being left behind by the n who went mad for her.
Witches are less of a profession and more akin to a species.
Population-wise, the majority of witches can trace their origins back to specific historic witches.
Only one witch per generation can master a particular form of authority.
Celia’s predecessor had been dead for many years, but her lingering influence still entangled with the authority of Sin.
For this reason, Celia could tap into the power of Sin to an extent.
Or rather... it’s more of a misappropriation.
But now, her face was showing signs of unease and even fear:
"Sloth, what the hell have you done!"
Her expression gradually turned to madness as if she wanted to tear Olivia apart.
Olivia said playfully:
"Do you think the power of the Great Sin is so easy to steal? Why did you think your predecessor t her end?"
"Fool, you aren’t the rightful owner of the Great Sin and yet you try to claim its authority, are you not afraid of the backlash!"
The Black Swan suddenly understood and smiled:
"Ah, I forgot to remind you."
With a pure smile, she said smilingly:
"Miss Celia, thank you for nurturing it all these years, but now when I tell you this, you probably can’t hear it anymore."
In the stunned gaze of the witches, Celia’s body was suddenly covered in countless cracks.
Even though it was flesh, it seed to have turned to glass at this mont, shattering at a touch.
With a clap of Olivia’s hands, Celia instantly turned into a pile of dust.
She cradled her face, saying:
"What a pity, although I understand your desire for the power of the Lustful Demoness’s position, you were ultimately not the chosen one."
"Trying to claim what belongs to others, when the rightful owner awakens, retaliation is inevitable."
She walked over and picked up a thin shard from a bloody ss:
"I’ll be claiming her fragnt, if that’s okay."
The room fell silent.
The Affectionate Witch sighed and snapped her fingers, and a larger shard flew into Olivia’s hand.
The Thorn Witch did not say a word; she had given all she could offer.
Witch Fragnts.
This is the formal na for what the three witches have offered.
Every witch has their own witch fragnt.
The fragnt holds part of the witch’s power.
Although it’s a very small part, the power it can wield is too minimal to be of much use for an ordinary witch.
However, if the quantity is sufficient, that’s another story.
Olivia turned to look at the other witches and calmly said:
"And you? I don’t like to use force, so I hope you can voluntarily comply."
So witches frowned but still handed over their fragnts in fear.
So, amused by the situation, gave up their fragnts willingly.
So witches with strong ties to the Affectionate and Thorn Witches, after a mont of thought, decided to offer their support.
In the end, only a very few witches remained inactive.
But seeing that the majority had chosen to surrender, realizing the futility of resistance, they reluctantly handed over their fragnts.
Olivia glanced at the witches, integrating all the fragnts into her body.
Nurous chaotic forces twisted within her, as if ready to explode at any mont.
But a stagnant force joined the power of the witch fragnts.
Acting like a stabilizer, it instantly organized the chaotic forces within her.
It was the power of the Great Sin of Sloth.
These power fragnts rapidly fused within Olivia, eventually forming a small crown atop her head.
The Affectionate Witch said with a gentle smile:
"Congratulations, the Witch Queen of the new millennium."
Yes, the witch fragnts have only one use.
In the process of mutual reorganization and fusion, different forces mix and clash.
If one can endure this phase, these congruent witch powers will converge into a new entity within the witch’s body.
It is an existence exceeding the status of the Great Witch.
In most instances, witch history records such chaotic phenona as a special witch called—
The Queen of Witches.
But unfortunately, this seemingly mass-producible thod for creating the Witch Queen has a nearly zero success rate.
As beings of "species" rather than "profession," there isn’t much historical accumulation to draw from.
The ergence of a Witch Queen is like a mythical legend.
Just like everyone knows that above giant slis, there exists the Kingdom Sli, but no one has ever witnessed the natural birth of a Kingdom Sli.
In fact, no one has seen such high-risk creatures for many years.
The Witch Queen is in a similar situation.
Yet, this also ans that once soone formally ascends to this position...
The witches who once dared et Olivia’s gaze all lowered their heads one by one:
"Greetings to the Queen of Witches."
— Yes, even without conflict, other witches would choose to surrender.
Olivia clenched her palm, feeling the power spreading within her body, and a smile curled at her lips.
The power lost because of Louis was not only fully replenished but also took a crucial step forward.
The Black Swan has officially ascended to Demigodhood.
Now, it’s ti for her to see how to deal with that guy.
"Wrath... and the hidden hand behind it, I look forward to our confrontation."
But after a while, her expression turned awkward.
"Is this guy a bull? Why isn’t it over yet?"
Her icy expression frightened so witches.
No one expected that once she obtained the power of the Queen of Witches, she would directly ascend to Demigodhood.
Especially the Prophetic Witch, whose face was now turning green.
When the Black Swan’s intimidating gaze turned to her, she instantly bristled:
"You promised not to force to make a prophecy!"
The Black Swan said with a sweet smile:
"Of course, I keep my word, but if you willingly offer your help, that’s a different matter."
Evelyn: ???
Tears burst forth.
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