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Chapter 95: The Time Is About Right
“Why is it stuck so tight? This turtle shell is really annoying.”
Seeing that Sumu would rather be tossed around inside than come out, the Desire Witch also grew a bit impatient. Wrapping her tentacles around the box, she began to exert her power frantically, and in no time at all, the fragile cardboard became wrinkled, making it nearly possible to see the human shape inside.
It’s not that Sumu doesn’t want to come out; it’s that she can’t get out!
Right now, Sumu is restricted in her range of motion by the tentacles through the shell, forced to maintain an awkward position while gasping for air.
The pressure around her is getting tighter and tighter, and she is almost unable to breathe.
“Enough, let go!”
Seeing this, L decided to act without concern for the timing and immediately chose to burn one-tenth of her magic power. Her previously weak limbs were suddenly filled with powerful strength, and a formidable force erupted from her delicate figure.
She twisted her hand back to grip the tentacle and forcibly pulled it towards the center, and for a moment, those densely packed tentacles simply couldn’t resist her, stretching out continuously before ultimately snapping apart.
As the tentacle broke, the powerful reaction force caused its roots to scatter uncontrollably outward. This allowed L the opportunity to pick up the military knife and thrust it directly towards the astonished Desire Witch.
The latter clearly did not anticipate this outcome. After all, until just now, L’s strength and magical power had remained at a rather low level. Although she had recovered somewhat, the Desire Witch was confused as to why L suddenly had the strength to break free when she had been allowing the tentacles to continue releasing toxins.
The disparity in information was too great.
From the very beginning, Sumu had successfully dissected her abilities, allowing L to determine the most reliable battle strategy. Yet, the Desire Witch had no clue why L had suddenly grown stronger.
Though L had previously demonstrated a sudden surge of power by burning magic, since Sumu had successfully blocked her, the Desire Witch had not been able to gauge her depth, and the brief advantage L gained only led her to let her guard down—
She was indeed the most indulgent one to herself. When desire arose, she couldn’t even maintain the most basic vigilance in battle.
But as L approached the Desire Witch, she had to frown and close her eyes. The momentary urgency had made her open her eyes, but with the overwhelming pain intensified, her sensory perception, which did not require vision, dissipated.
However, to prevent being attacked by the elusive eye technique, she had to close her eyes, making her current attack feel weak.
She worried about whether she could hit her target.
After a long howl, this strike ultimately grazed the Desire Witch’s neck, deflected by the tentacle in the nick of time, causing her body, which had already had the toxins cleared, to gradually grow heavy and weak again.
The Desire Witch looked at L, who appeared slightly sluggish, and had to let go of her disdainful thoughts. She had to admit that if that strike had truly landed, it would at least have reduced her control over one-third of the tentacles.
Fortunately, other conceptual bodies’ powers were still gathering, and if she could wait about two more minutes, the lovely little Jialan would no longer cause any waves.
Luring, prompting, and watching the flower of desire bloom was also an intoxicating experience.
But after all, she is my daughter… What’s the use of thinking about this at this point?
Rationality briefly flickered in the Desire Witch’s mind before being cast aside.
As a thoroughly indulgent witch, all emotions are submerged in dreams, while her outer body lives like a hollow puppet, controlled by overpowering emotions and corresponding concepts in her dreams, unable to remain conscious.
Moreover, this was just a conceptual body lacking a subject’s consciousness, almost entirely acting under the influence of “desire,” with her original will long since ground to nearly nothing.
“I’m gradually getting stronger, but you seem to have fallen into quite a predicament. Do you need me to ease the pressure I’ve placed on you a bit?”
Upon hearing this, L gritted her teeth—it was something Luo Linglan often said and one of the few lines that could make Luo Jialan feel pleased when heard.
Of course, Luo Jialan learned her massage techniques from Luo Linglan, and this process would take place after training, where Luo Linglan would usually help her relax her muscles and relieve the pressure inside her.
Although this was merely part of her daily routine, for Luo Jialan, it represented one of the rare moments of tenderness her master offered.
Not quite a delicious yet balanced diet, evenings of relaxation, and extreme protectiveness.
Luo Jialan often got into trouble at school as a child, given her immense strength compared to her peers yet being excessively petite, which made her particularly prone to isolation and even provoking others.
Naturally, the result was that when Luo Jialan could no longer endure, she would lash out, leading to a scene of scattered little children lying in the hallway.
The “trained” Luo Jialan had control in her strikes, usually stopping just short of causing real harm, as Luo Linglan was very strict about this.
But such egregious incidents would inevitably draw parental involvement.
Thus, Luo Linglan went, standing in front of Luo Jialan in front of a group of furious parents.
“Since she didn’t strike first, she has done nothing wrong and can’t be faulted. If no injuries were caused, then I’ll take her away.”
Some tried to stop Luo Linglan but were frozen in place by her cold glare, only able to watch helplessly as she took Luo Jialan away.
L remembered this incident very clearly, able to recall the details of that day even now, which meant it would likely become a Memory Point.
A quick flash of many thoughts crossed her mind, but L could only shake her head to dispel those distracting memories.
Regrettably, that version of you exists only in occasional memories.
“Not going to pursue? What are you waiting for?”
Watching the Desire Witch truly backing off, L was somewhat surprised and then spoke.
“Dragging this out isn’t so bad for me, my dear little Jialan~”
“Tch, don’t use that kind of affectionate tone to address me.”
While L voiced her dissatisfaction, she secretly felt a surge of joy.
I’m waiting for anger—what are you waiting for?
Perhaps once you completely absorb that magic power, you’ll become very strong, but soon I will—
Blast you away!
L maintained a distance neither too far nor too close from the Desire Witch, pacing back and forth, waiting for the violent energy in her chest to accumulate.
Sumu was being ravaged like that, and L had long been filled with anger.
The mountain-touching rush quietly triggered, and that ice-blue blade of magic power gradually retracted, returning to the form of a steel military knife.
The Desire Witch’s aura was on the rise, even faintly approaching B-grade levels, but—
The time is about right.
