VIP Chapter 164 Her Plan (3k)
It was the second evening since arriving here.
The moon outside the window was full tonight. It hung precisely in the center of the window frame of the most luxurious suite in the meticulously designed high-end hotel, like a pearl suspended in the center of the frame.
But…
In Teacher Liya’s eyes, by the bedside…
It was blood red.
It didn’t look like a pearl, but rather like blood about to drip from a door frame, and this was its most perfect moment of descent.
“It’s truly beautiful.”
“It reminds me of a certain night…”
Back when they were at Entak First Academy, she and Will would often be busy until midnight.
After all, there were various experiments, and sometimes when the experimental equipment was running, they couldn’t leave.
When they left the laboratory and walked into the corridor, they could always look up and see all sorts of moons.
Some were crescent-shaped, some were half-round, some had a slight notch missing, and some…
Were full.
Liya didn’t have any particularly strong feelings about the moon. She had seen it for hundreds of years, and moons had changed countless times in her eyes.
However…
Will would stop during a full moon, gaze at the moon overhead, and space out for a while—or, to put it more elegantly, appreciate it.
On one particular full moon night, he had finished tidying up the equipment early. While waiting for Liya to lock up and come out, he walked to the window and gazed at the full moon outside.
“What’s wrong? I’ve noticed you seem to like the full moon quite a bit.”
Liya leaned in, standing on her tiptoes, so she could extend her entire head over the windowsill and see the complete night view outside.
“Mhm. Perhaps it’s because a full moon signifies perfection in all things?”
Will nodded, and at this moment, he seemed a little melancholic.
“I’ve heard that some people treat the moon as something with special meaning, even using it for divination… Are you one of those people, Will?”
“I’m not superstitious about such things. I’m a proper materialist… a proper believer in the Goddess!”
“Oh?”
“It’s just that, Teacher Liya, for you, such moons can be seen cycle after cycle. For me, every time I see it means another month of my life has passed.”
Liya fell silent.
“Lifespan…?”
She had actually come to terms with this matter gradually.
For longer-lived witches like herself, constantly meeting and parting with people was normal. As long as she could see him as much as possible during the time he was alive…
Then, this time would not be a loss.
“No. I just… never mind, let’s not talk about this. I just want to know, Teacher Liya, if one day, you find your mother and sort out all your affairs, and my adventuring team retires. What will you do afterward?”
“That’s a very mature and very distant question.”
Liya crossed her arms and lowered herself from her tiptoes, then looked at Will.
“Well, simply put, it’s like a play that has finally reached its conclusion—you know how sometimes there’s a narrator, reading out what everyone did after it ended?”
“I understand what you mean.”
After hearing Will’s words, she thought for a moment.
“I might go… to the mushroom hut where I grew up, and live there for a while. To have some peace and quiet, take a vacation…”
She paused there.
In reality, witches who ventured into the human world often fled at top speed after causing a major disturbance, finding a place “where no one could find them” to hide.
This was basic witch protocol.
A witch who didn’t cause trouble wasn’t a good witch.
And a witch who didn’t escape amid the chaos wasn’t a good witch either!
This made it seem as if she was also planning to do something big and then make a quick getaway.
Of course, when Will had gotten involved with the royal family before, she had indeed considered doing just that for a moment.
It was indeed the most instinctive thought for a witch.
She pulled down her hat, yet through the brim of the hat, she glanced in Will’s direction.
“…If possible, I’d bring along the person I like, and… live together for a while.”
Before, no witch would have thought like this, right?
After all, before returning to one’s “private sanctuary,” all emotions had to be shed.
But…
Liya was different now.
Living sweetly with someone in the mushroom hut, she felt that it was quite nice now.
“Yes! That’s the idea! You absolutely must remember this idea!”
However, after hearing this, Will suddenly clenched his fist, looking quite agitated.
“Uh… yes… yes, that’s quite a bold idea…”
Liya felt a bit embarrassed to look at her student’s excited eyes under the moonlight, as her own golden reflection was too prominent—no, what kind of teacher would be afraid to look directly at her student?
“If he doesn’t listen, you’d better…”
“Poison him!”
“Incapacitate him!”
“Kidnap him!”
“Seduce him!”
“And bring him back to live with you there forever—”
Although Liya was accustomed to her student often spouting wild claims, such a wild claim as this was rare.
Did her student have problems with his brain from the very beginning, or did he develop them after she taught him?
“That doesn’t sound quite right, Classmate Will?”
This guy was just looking sadly at the moon, how could he become so excited in the next moment?
“It’s perfectly right. Actually, Teacher, you might not know, but in our human eyes, that’s exactly how witches should act!”
Liya remembered the expectant expression he showed under the moonlight then, an expectant expression directed at her—although the moonlight at that time was white, and tonight’s moonlight had turned blood red.
“However, since you’re so expectant of it…”
Liya said, as if she had stood there long enough and seen enough of the moon outside. She gently reached out and closed the window…
“Then I’ve already prepared…”
In her own room, she wasn’t wearing her witch’s twin tails but had let them down. She slowly turned her head and looked around the room.
The small hotel room was very cramped.
There was not only a row of beautiful staffs belonging to a witch, but also boxes of chalk capable of drawing teleportation circles…
And countless portable explosive magic bullets.
There was also a jar of witch bank coins placed in a piggy bank.
…
The largest items taking up space were the “wooden boards” leaning against the wall. Their appearance was like rosewood, but their red was as dazzling as a raging fire.
Besides that…
There were also strange objects placed on the table. It had a large round flask on top, seemingly connected to pipes below.
It looked like…
A tool used when inputting liquid for some kind of experiment.
“What a shame, because you… you’re already looking at someone else?”
Liya reached out and touched the glass flask of the apparatus. It was wiped clean, clearly reflecting the shadow of Liya’s fingers.
She wanted to regain his gaze.
She wanted him to look only at her, forever and ever.
She wanted to take him away from this world.
Liya’s heartbeat accelerated wildly, the flow of blood surged, her magic circuits leaped frantically within her blood. She stood still, but her soul danced.
“I really am… a witch.”
She sat down and looked at the thin notebook provided by the hotel on the table. Next to it was a pencil also provided by the hotel—but this pencil was completely worn down, almost only a very short piece left that only someone with a smaller hand like Liya could hold.
She opened the notebook.
“This state, isn’t this the essence of a witch?”
What was written in the notebook…
Was completely chaotic, nonsensical, and incomprehensible to the average person, like a group of uncontrolled letters, a tangled ball of black thread thrown directly onto the paper.
On these writings, there were even…
Many traces of being roughly and repeatedly crossed out with the pencil. What was written beneath these marks was no longer legible.
What remained…
Were only the thick pencil marks, which were exceptionally smooth under the light, even seeming to glow.
“Rather than a good teacher.”
“Nor a well-behaved child.”
“And definitely not a kind girl.”
Yet, Liya, who had sat down, seemed to be able to read these writings without any obstruction, flipping through the pages with a delighted expression.
“I know you’re here. Although you’re not conspicuous at all, I can still see you at a glance in a crowd?”
“This is the power of Teacher Liya, who has been watching you all along.”
Her fingers glided over the letters, as if these scribbled letters conveyed locations and names.
“Unfortunately, if I wanted to take you away—as you said, I’d be chased to the ends of the earth by that woman, right?”
“What an annoying person.”
“So, the best way is…”
Suddenly…
Liya’s fingers and smile both stopped.
Her eyes, which had been gradually filled with pink, now slowly returned to their original blood-red color.
“Wh-what’s happening?”
“I can’t read the text anymore.”
“My heart, my heart is stopping…”
“My blood… my blood isn’t… moving…”
Turning her head, Liya saw the moon outside.
“The moon… it’s… it’s white?”
She began to grope around the table frantically, even knocking over a teacup—luckily, there was a carpet, so the teacup that fell didn’t break.
“Blood Mint Essential Oil, the Blood Mint Essential Oil you gave me, the Blood Mint Essential Oil you taught me to use…”
She fumbled for the briefcase placed beside the table, immediately took out a bottle, and gulped it down.
She had been drinking more than two bottles a day for the past few days.
This was far beyond her usual intake.
“Red, that’s good, the moon is red…”
Liya could feel…
Rather than the Blood Mint Essential Oil activating her magic circuits and preventing withdrawal symptoms…
It was more like…
Because the first time she felt its effect was by Will’s side.
Will was always watching when she used it in normal experiments.
Will was always behind her when she used it in dungeons.
So…
Her “withdrawal symptoms” were probably not from the Blood Mint Essential Oil…
But…
From Will?
“Well then, let’s continue with the best method.”
“To make you, in the ‘dungeon,’ completely separated from her, and unknowingly walk into…”
“Our love nest.”
