The Little Witch’s Daily Struggle – Chapter 1039

Chapter 1039: Probing

“Older Brother Jayad, your cultivation has improved?” I looked at Jayad doubtfully. What Lorna said probably wasn’t about him advancing from an entry-level Dawn Priest to a Dawn Lord, was it? After all, their beliefs were different.

I felt it carefully and it seemed his Catholic divine power had indeed grown stronger. Because I had been with Older Brother Jayad all along, I hadn’t noticed this subtle change before.

Strange, what did he do yesterday to make his divine power stronger again? Did he have a fight with a murderer last night?

“Right, speaking of the murderer,” I asked, “How is Giselle? Is she still lying there obediently?”

“Mmm, she’s still recuperating, but she’s already woken up. You can go up and see her,” Older Brother Jayad said.

“Then you two chat slowly. I’ll go up and see her,” I said. As I stepped onto the stairs, Lorna clung to Older Brother Jayad again.

Speaking of which, she said earlier that getting close to Older Brother Jayad made her feel comfortable. I had the same feeling. It was a warm light, like being close to a furnace on a cold winter day, making one unwilling to leave.

I had also asked the other three girls about this, and they felt the same way. They felt Older Brother Jayad was like a furnace, attracting them. Even though these undead girls knew Holy Light was very dangerous, they were drawn to him like moths to a flame.

So, what did Lorna feel? We felt drawn to the light from the darkness, but for someone of the same origin, what was Jayad’s radiance like to her? I was quite curious.

Thinking this, I arrived at the door of the guest room on the second floor and knocked. Giselle’s voice came from inside, “You can just come in.”

As I opened the door, I saw Giselle sitting on the bed, her silver hair spread across her pajamas and the sheets. In front of her was a book. I had bought it to understand Iberian customs and traditions, a geography book. She was reading it before I entered.

“What? Reading a book?” I asked with a smile. Since I had confirmed she was unlikely to be the murderer, I was less guarded and spoke more gently.

“Actually, I can’t read the characters. I can only look at the pictures,” Giselle replied, lowering her head.

Oh right. For a girl like her, there wouldn’t have been many opportunities for basic education. Like me and Older Brother Jayad back then, she was illiterate.

However, I was somewhat surprised that she, a thief by profession, could be so cute. When I first transmigrated, Parul’s body was sallow and emaciated, severely malnourished. Even Older Brother Jayad’s body wasn’t much better.

And when I first met Giselle, I remembered her being extremely sweet and lovely, like the youngest daughter of a middle-class family, making people let down their guard upon seeing her. They would never have thought she was a thief. This was probably cultivated intentionally in that direction.

“It’s okay. I’ll buy you some picture books to keep you company,” I said, sitting beside the bed.

“No need. I’ve almost recovered, and I’ll be leaving soon. You don’t need to buy me any books,” Giselle said.

“Don’t joke. You just had major surgery. You need to stay for at least a week before you can leave,” I said with a laugh.

“Thank you for saving me, and for taking me in and caring for me. But I really feel I’ve recovered enough, and I don’t feel uncomfortable anywhere. I don’t want to trouble you further,” Giselle said, trying to get out of bed to prove it to me.

I put my hand on her shoulder. “It’s not about how you feel. After major surgery, sequelae can often occur. It might seem fine at first, but once it appears, it could be fatal. You need to stay for a while for observation.”

This explanation was true, but it was also a reason. Just because I had confirmed she was attacked by a murderer, I didn’t completely trust Giselle.

I suspected the murderer might be related to the Baal Church, and Giselle also happened to be connected to the Baal Church. The small murderer girl I encountered before was similar in build to her.

Moreover, when I saw Giselle in a bunny girl outfit at the casino before, I discovered several blades hidden in her underwear. Although their shapes and styles were different, their size and function were similar to the throwing knives used by the small murderer who attacked me.

Coupled with some previous doubts, I suspected she might be related to the murderer. It would be best not to let her leave until all doubts were cleared. I would continue to observe her.

Giselle didn’t agree with me. I could tell she was somewhat uneasy and anxious, so I asked, “Are you in a hurry to leave?”

“If I continue to stay here, you might also be in danger. That killer has already targeted me and will likely come for me again,” Giselle finally said after a moment of silence.

Well, this girl finally stopped playing dumb. She indeed knew something. I continued to ask, “Why? She already took your stomach; her purpose has been achieved. Why does she have to kill you completely? What information do you know about that murderer?”

“I-I don’t know! It’s just that I saw she was alive again, and she’ll definitely come to silence me!” Giselle immediately realized she had said too much and started playing dumb again.

What I hated most was her playing dumb. I knew she knew something, but she just refused to say it, and I couldn’t force her.

“Forget it. Anyway, you can’t leave for now. Even if the murderer comes, I’ll protect you. Come, I’ll help you up, and we’ll go down for dinner together,” I said.

As long as Giselle was in my hands, I could slowly wear her down, probing bit by bit. I was sure I could uncover her secrets.

I helped Giselle up. She was indeed weak, her body very soft. There wasn’t a trace of muscle on her slender arms and thighs, making her look completely incapable of combat.

I supported Giselle, who could only walk slowly, and took her downstairs. Lorna, seeing me bring another girl down, finally stood up and said, “It seems like it’s dinner time for you too. I should be going.”

“Stay for dinner? I have some things I want to discuss with you,” I asked. Actually, I wanted to discuss getting rid of Albrisque with her. Lorna’s combat power was considerable, and she was directly involved in the City Defense Army incident.

Lorna thought for a moment, then sat back down, readily accepting my offer. “Okay, it’s rare to have a meal at your place. But who is this little girl? She doesn’t seem to be in good condition.”

“Just a patient. She was injured by a murderer, and Older Brother Jayad saved her,” I explained briefly, glancing upstairs.

Via and the others were sleeping in the coffins upstairs. The concealment effect of these coffins was really good. Lorna had been here for a while, and she hadn’t discovered that there were undead in the house.