"But before you go toward your next location, I want to tell you sothing, Leon," Agneis said.
Her voice broke through the quiet air with a softness that I honestly wasn’t expecting from her at all. For soone who acted like she always had everything under control—soone who strutted around like nothing in the world could faze her—hearing her speak like that made stop for a mont. I actually blinked. I wasn’t sure whether I even heard her correctly.
She wanted to give parting words?
Well, that was sothing I never would’ve expected in a hundred years. Not from her. If anything, I thought she’d just wave off with that smug grin of hers, maybe tease a bit, then disappear and blueballed like she always did. But... here she was, stopping before I could go, sounding way too sincere for soone like her.
I didn’t even understand what she was trying to do. And with her, that was always the most confusing thing—she could be unpredictable in a way that made feel like I should be keeping my guard up, yet here she was, acting strangely sentintal.
"What is it?" I asked, trying to sound casual even though I was fully thrown off.
"Oh nothing. Just a piece of advice. Honestly, I don’t even feel like you need this, but... I think it’s only right for to say sothing like this to you." She gave a smile—not her smirk, not her teasing grin, but an actual gentle smile. "I am giving you good luck with what you are doing, and with what you’re going to set out to do. You have my full support."
Her words hit harder than I thought they would. They lingered in my chest in a way that made feel weirdly warm and awkward at the sa ti. This was seriously not what I expected to hear from her mouth. If soone told yesterday that Agneis would be the one giving genuinely heartfelt words, I would’ve laughed. I didn’t even think she had that mode. But here she was, proving completely wrong.
I wasn’t prepared for that. Not even close. I was caught so off guard that my mind almost went blank. I didn’t know how to respond properly, because honestly... how do you respond when soone you least expect suddenly shows emotional sincerity?
"That really is an appreciative thing of you to say," I managed to say, even though my voice ca out slightly stiff.
"Well, you should appreciate more." Her smile shifted into sothing lighter, a bit playful. "You’re not going to forget while you’re trying to conquer the rest of the world, are you?"
"I can’t even do that even if I try," I replied.
And that wasn’t an exaggeration. She carved a place in my mind whether she ant to or not. She had left an impression that wasn’t going to disappear anyti soon. Forgetting her would be like trying to forget a slap to the face—impossible and honestly kind of stupid to even attempt.
"Well," she continued, tilting her head ever so slightly, "if you want to co back here, I’d show you sothing that I haven’t even showed you during the two days session we’ve been together."
Then she gave this flirtatious smile, the kind that always carried trouble behind it—trouble and heat. She slowly spread her legs in front of , revealing her bare pussy, completely exposed. She wasn’t even wearing panties. At all. Not even the slightest attempt at modesty.
That was bold. Even for her. And that’s saying sothing.
While I was still trying to process what the hell she was doing...
"You seem to have gotten close to this person, Agneis."
A voice suddenly travelled through the hall, but it wasn’t a normal kind of voice. It didn’t sound like it ca from anywhere in the room. It felt like it slipped right into my mind, crawling through my thoughts like soone was whispering inside my skull. I instinctively looked around, but nothing in the hall moved—not even the air.
"You certainly appear when it suits you," Agneis responded, completely unfazed despite the eerie nature of the voice. "You’ve been watching us for a while, haven’t you?"
Right after she said that, sothing dropped from above—or maybe from nowhere at all—and landed lightly on my shoulder. I straightened up, my instincts kicking in, but when I turned my head, I found myself staring at a small black cat perched there like it owned the spot.
This cat... I’ve seen it before.
Not once. Not twice. Many tis. Always sowhere on the edges of my vision. Sotis sitting quietly. Sotis staring. Sotis disappearing the mont soone else entered the area. I always thought it was weird, but I brushed it off because, well, what was I supposed to think? That a cat was stalking ?
Apparently... yeah.
"Well, I was only observing at first because I wanted to know more about this thing you have in your kingdom," the black cat said, its tiny mouth moving like it was the most normal thing in the world.
The cat talked.
The cat just fucking talked!
My brain montarily short-circuited. I could handle monsters, witches, curses—sure. But a random cat just casually chatting in my ear? That was an entirely new battlefield.
The cat looked directly at , and its mouth curved upward into what I could only describe as a smug smile. A smile. From a cat.
"Hello there," it said. "I haven’t introduced myself, have I? Even though we have t already for a lot of ti already."
Right. I had t her before. Or at least... seen her. Over and over. But talking? Never. Not once. This was the first ti hearing her voice, and it honestly made too much sense now. The disappearing act, the way she always stared straight at —like she knew sothing no one else did.
She wasn’t just a cat. Not even close.
"I am Luna Riofia," she said.
Then, without any warning whatsoever, her entire body was swallowed by a burst of light. It wasn’t a gentle shimr either—it was a bright, engulfing radiance that wrapped around her like a cocoon. She lifted off my shoulder, floating lightly in the air as the glow intensified.
Her small form stretched, expanded, reshaped. It was like watching the air fold and twist around her as her silhouette grew larger and more defined, shifting from feline to humanoid.
Within monts, the light faded—and standing there was a full-grown woman.
"I am the Dark Witch," she said.
"Dark Witch?"
My thoughts scrambled. What was the difference between her and Dorothea? Dorothea was the Black Witch, Luna was the Dark Witch... Was there so sort of witch color ranking system I wasn’t aware of? Because at this point, the naming sche felt like it needed a manual.
While I was busy ntally tripping over my own confusion, her transformation finished fully. Luna now stood there with a body that looked soft and dangerous at the sa ti—large breasts, curves that looked sculpted on purpose, and clothes so barely-there they looked like they were hanging on out of pure stubbornness.
"Yup. The Dark Witch," she said with a casual tone that didn’t match her dramatic transformation at all. "I am the witch who roams this Great Forest. Nice to et you, Lilith’s offspring."
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