Andny thought to herself that even standing still, she could hear everything her worms perceived. But now was not the ti to defy her Master’s will. With a slight bow, she acknowledged the order and departed.
Charles surveyed the remaining four witches, considering what tasks to assign them—until his gaze landed on Sephera. His expression stiffened.
He could clearly see the weakness in her face and eyes. Even her magic power had noticeably diminished.
A mory surfaced—her lips pressed against his as she poured sothing primordial into him during his unconsciousness. Her sacrifice had saved his life, granting him that crucial mont of clarity to command the clinic for treatnt.
Now, understanding dawned. That had been a witch’s Essence—their most fundantal being.
A surge of gratitude welled within him.
"Thank you," he said softly.
The once-malicious, selfish witch rely smiled. "This was my atonent. Master nearly died purifying . Had I not been so arrogant, you’d never have been endangered. Giving my Essence was the least I could do."
Her remorse moved him deeply. He knew Hattie, Ruth, and the others would have done the sa without hesitation. In fact, long ago, when his constitution was frail, Hattie and Ruth had offered to share their Essence to strengthen him.
He’d refused outright.
To a mundane being like him, Essence was rely a potent tonic. But for witches, it was their very foundation. Even a slight loss could cripple them for years without proper treatnt.
His constitution could recover naturally. He’d never let them harm themselves for his sake.
This made Sephera’s sacrifice all the more touching.
"There’s no need for guilt, Sephera," he said softly. "Every witch held the sa beliefs before being purified."
As he spoke, Hattie pressed her lips together to suppress a smile, while Ruth’s expression turned slightly awkward. Only Ekta remained impassive—after all, she’d been too weak to pose any threat to Charles before her purification.
"And I’ve never blad any of you," Charles continued, his gaze sweeping across the witches before settling back on Sephera. "Every witch I’ve purified stands equal in my favor—you’re all my most trusted companions!"
Tears glistened in Sephera’s eyes. "Master..."
Charles opened his arms, and she imdiately threw herself against him, clinging tightly. "Master, I swear—even with my diminished strength, I’ll serve you until my last breath!"
With a gentle smile, Charles removed her nun’s wimple, running his fingers through her pink long hair. "Then I promise you this—soon, I’ll find a way to restore your Essence and return you to your full strength."
Though a witch’s Essence was difficult to replenish, as a veteran player, he knew of one thod to help them recover.
For now, however, he wasn’t strong enough to obtain it.
Sephera nestled against him contentedly. Charles settled her on his lap, arms wrapped around her slender fra, then raised a fingertip to summon his system interface:
Host: Charles
Gender: Male
Race: Human Subspecies (Silver Kin)
Age: 15
Height: 1.7m
Weight: 57kg
Attributes:
Strength: 8
Agility: 9
Constitution: 9
Intelligence: 13
Perception: 12
Charisma: 20
Class: Warlock (Level 3)
Supernatural Gift: Toxin Immunity
Class Abilities: Pact Magic, Eldritch Invocations, Pact of the Blade
Remaining Spell Slots: 14/14
Highest Spell Slot Level: 2nd
Eldritch Invocations:
Eyes of the Rune Keeper
Eldritch Mind
Pact Weapon: None
Feats: None
Spells:
Cantrips: Blade Ward, Eldritch Blast, Light, Shocking Grasp
1st-Level: Create/Destroy Water, Mage Armor, Shield, Absorb Elents, False Life, Sleep
2nd-Level: Gust of Wind
Spellbooks:
Lorehold Prir · Burning Hands
Prismari Prir · Armor of Agathys
Quandrix Prir · Thunderwave
Silverquill Prir · Longstrider
Witherbloom Prir · Cure Wounds
Remaining Purification Points: 3,679
Seeing his Constitution attribute, he let out a quiet sigh of relief.
Good, good. Though the poisoning had been severe, the purification had been tily enough. His body still felt weak, but his Constitution attribute remained unhard.
Since his last attribute improvent, nearly a month of careful recuperation had brought noticeable growth—his height and weight had increased, and his Constitution had risen to 9, saving him another 100 Purification Points in expenses.
The number filled Charles with quiet delight. At this rate, in two more months, his Constitution should reach 10—the average for a healthy adult in this world.
As for that Supernatural Gift... there was no doubt. Sephera had poured her very Essence into granting him this boon.
Its effect? Near-total immunity—over ninety percent resistance to toxin damage and their debilitating effects.
For soone like Charles, who’d had zero natural resistance to poisons before, this was an invaluable advantage.
Yet, looking at Sephera’s weakened state, he couldn’t help but sigh inwardly.
This trade was absolutely not worth it!!
Toxin immunity, while tricky to obtain early on, beca commonplace later—spells like Feast, anti-venom amulets, high-level class abilities...
To sacrifice precious Essence for this...
But then again, in that desperate mont, what choice had there been?
Ah... fate could be cruel indeed.
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