VIP Chapter 174: The Witch’s Box (2)
“You finally came.”
“You made me wait so long.”
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10℃.
Where could the Witch’s residence be?
How could their whereabouts be so mysterious and difficult to find?
In this world, the most hidden place is inside a “Dungeon”.
The very first Witch, Iaar, made a deal with a Dungeon Empress and established her own “Mezzanine” within the Dungeon, also providing the Empress with small trinkets crafted from ancient Witch magic.
However, this world’s loneliest place is also inside a “Dungeon”—what the Witches call a “Witch’s Box,” a place with a door made of Witch’s redwood, filled with various Witch items.
Other than a few children or Adventurers who stumbled in by mistake, they tried to avoid contact with anyone. Naturally, they also didn’t interact with the “creatures” within the Dungeon who were not of the same race.
Even after leaving, she looked back and realized she had left the depths of a Dungeon.
A small mushroom cottage.
It was a home so cold, so lonely, and so far from the human world.
20℃.
Her long lifespan and fear of separation made her avoid humans.
She would reach out her hand but ultimately choose to retreat.
Like all Witches with great power, she chose to quietly enter the human world and quietly leave.
Even when gentle people were around, she instinctively wanted to escape.
The humans around her laughed and played, but none of it belonged to her. She walked alone through the Laboratories and classrooms of Entak First Academy.
She dared not look at anyone, dared not respond to anyone’s gaze, dared not raise her head to meet anyone’s eyes.
And no one watched her.
No one cared about the Little Witch, who was bound to leave humans eventually.
30℃.
She was pestered by her own student!
He was just an ordinary Young Master, with no particularly great physical prowess or abilities.
He even got involved with the Royal Family and stole her most precious Witch Coin!
A person who was forceful and highly action-oriented, always saying strange things to her.
He would shove her against a wall to talk, exploit her reaction to Blood Mint Essential Oil, and even suck her blood—what a bad student!
He was clearly a bad student.
His intentions for approaching her were clearly not good.
He was brimming with schemes.
But…
For the first time, she saw her own reflection in another person’s eyes.
Look, he was looking at her with such sincere eyes.
He was looking at her.
He was looking at her so earnestly.
Filled with an unreasonable passion.
In his pale blue eyes, she was shining, the strongest, the cutest, the most charming.
He forcefully pulled her out of so many years of cold loneliness.
40℃.
The Blood Mint Essential Oil made her exceptionally excitable, and her Magic circuits were constantly whirring. It was also the first time she successfully showcased the Ancient Magic she had been researching, “Gentle Blessing of Warmth,” to others.
But she realized that wasn’t what she wanted.
What she wanted was…
In that examination hall, seeing him still sitting alone, seeing his backward glance as if he were waiting for her.
It was when she covered him with her robe of victory after he collapsed, unable to move, after just one make-up test…
It was him raising his head, revealing his clear eyes, through his slightly smudged glasses, with both the glasses and his eyes filled with her image…
“You, you must become my student.”
“Don’t be taken away by those people from above.”
He had become her student; he would stay by her side forever, wouldn’t he?
After all, she was a Witch, a Witch who understood the Ancient Magic he was interested in so well, a Witch who could teach him for a lifetime.
50℃.
What a delightful three years—
Every single day…
He was by her side.
He kept calling her “Teacher Liya,” listening to her instructions.
He looked at her through test tubes.
He looked at her across the lab bench.
He looked at her from across the desks and chairs in half the classroom.
Every time she made a “move,” she received his response.
Every time she “smiled,” she received his laughter.
Every time she was “straightforward,” she received his approval.
Gradually…
Her “love” was catalyzed.
60℃.
Where did he go? Why did he leave? Who did he leave with? What was he thinking?
She missed him so much.
She missed him responding to her, missed him laughing at her, missed him approving of her.
She wanted to find him, find him, find him, find him.
Follow him, follow him, follow him.
She wanted his gaze, his line of sight, his attention, his eyes, his pupils, his irises.
Appear quickly, appear quickly, appear quickly.
Where are you?
70℃.
He no longer looked at her.
75℃.
His gaze turned to another woman.
80℃.
It seemed he was no longer her student.
85℃.
She had successfully created the “Witch’s Box” within the Moonlit Ice Extreme.
90℃.
Look, look, look, are you scared now? Afraid? Helpless? Running around aimlessly? You’ll walk into the small box prepared just for you.
100℃.
It was…
The temperature at which she could finally make him appear before her again.
Will, Will, Will, Will, Will, Will, Will—
He’s here, he’s here, he’s here, he’s here—
He’s here, he’s here, he’s here—
He walked up to this door and finally reached out his hand.
…
Her heart was screaming his name.
Liya sat there, gazing at everything on the wall of ice in front of her. Her fingers trembled uncontrollably, yet she continued to twist her Twin Tails, coiling them.
“You finally came.”
“I’ve been waiting here… for you for a very long time.”
“Come, come, come, come, come, come, come—”
“Will Systom.”
“My student.”
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Will opened the door.
He stumbled inside, each step heavy and hazy, as if he had just woken up.
Outside the door he had just opened was spreading red smoke.
“Li… Liya… Tea… Teacher?”
Bang.
He had only taken two steps into the “door” he thought would save him in the end before Will collapsed on the ground.
Just as Liya had planned.
Yes.
He had finally reappeared, just as she had imagined.
No…
Just as you told yourself—
—”Do you want to fall in love with someone else? Do you want to have someone you love by your side? Do you want to be lonely no longer?”
—”With your great power and long life, there’s nothing you can’t obtain if you set your mind to it, Liya.”
—”As long as you act, you’ll surely make it so that his eyes only see you…”
“Will, isn’t it? See, I can get it?”
