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The Little Witch’s Daily Struggle – Chapter 1046

Chapter 1046: The Murderer’s Secret

“Giselle, tell me, what’s your relationship with that murderer, and why is she targeting you?” I asked.
“Huh? Why do you say that?” Giselle was caught off guard by my sudden question and froze.
“You said before that the murderer would definitely come back for you, and you reminded us to confuse the spell during our fight just now, right? You must know something. We’ve saved you twice already, so it’s not too much to ask for some information,” I pressed.
Giselle was silent for a moment, as if contemplating how to explain, then finally said, “I witnessed her commit a crime, and she used the confusing spell on me before. That’s why I know she won’t let me go and will definitely silence me.”
“She’s lying,” Via whispered to me. I could tell Giselle was being evasive even without Via’s reminder.
“We’re at this point, and you’re still unwilling to be honest? Theoretically, if she erased your memory, you wouldn’t remember her appearance or the confusing spell, right? Can you tell me why you still remember?” I asked.
“Huh?” Sherris looked at Giselle in surprise, realizing then that her reaction was unusual.
“You weren’t actually mind-wiped just now, were you? You still remember the details of the attack. Otherwise, why would you be so calm? Can you tell me why?” I asked.
Sherris had been in a panic when she realized her memory was being deleted earlier, but Giselle showed no reaction. I had initially thought Giselle was just shocked from the attack and didn’t speak, but now it seemed that wasn’t the case.
“I, I don’t know why,” Giselle stammered. This time, it was obvious to everyone that she was trying to hide something.
“Parul (Sister), she’s not telling the truth. It seems I’ll have to hypnotize her and make her confess,” Via said impatiently.
“Alright, I’ll leave it to you. I’m sorry, Giselle, but this is for everyone’s safety,” I said.
“What are you going to do?!” Giselle asked anxiously.
“Nothing much. We won’t hurt you, we just want you to tell the truth. Come, look into my eyes,” Via said, supporting Giselle.
Giselle’s eyes clearly tried to look away. As a thief, she usually avoided direct eye contact, but it was too late. She found herself unable to look away and involuntarily gazed at Via.
Via’s eyes emitted a red glow, reflecting in Giselle’s eyes. Her cunning sguardo blurred, and her beautiful large eyes stared blankly.
“Alright, I command you to answer all our questions obediently. Parul (Sister), she will answer anything you ask now,” Via declared.
“Although I don’t really want to use this method, it seems to be the only way. Giselle, why did the murderer want to kill you? What is your relationship with the murderer?” I asked directly.
“I am her organ storage unit. I’m responsible for collecting organs for her and carrying the human organs she plunders within my own body,” Giselle replied.
What?! This was explosive news! She was the murderer’s organ storage unit? A living person used to store organs?
Just as I was about to ask more questions, the badge Lavias gave me suddenly vibrated. Lavias was contacting me.
“Huh? Lavias? What’s up?” I asked, taking out the badge. Via trembled upon hearing her father’s name.
“Saintess, I’ve investigated what you asked me to look into yesterday. The Murder Church not only has methods for transplanting organs from dead bodies but also has divine spells for transplanting organs from living people,” Lavias said.
“The Organ Transplant Technique allows for the removal of organs from a living person and their transplantation into one’s own body. It eliminates all side effects and leaves no scars, effectively replacing one’s own organs. The characteristic is a layer of black light enveloping the hand.”
Black light enveloping the hand?! Wasn’t that the divine spell the tall woman used when she attacked me earlier? So she had intended to take my internal organs then.
“Can this divine spell be used on others? Can it be transplanted from one person to another?” Thinking of what Giselle had just said about being an organ storage unit, I asked Lavias again.
“Yes, the person whose organs are removed will die from organ failure, and the recipient will have no trace of it,” Lavias said.
So that’s how it was. No wonder Giselle’s internal organs looked like they belonged to someone else. They were all organs transplanted into her body from others.
But I was still confused. If it was just organ transplantation, weren’t Giselle’s own organs healthy? Why would they need to store other people’s organs inside her body?
“Lavias, are there any special benefits or limitations to this divine spell?” I asked again. There had to be a reason for this.
“Saintess, as you know, the core of the Murder Church’s divine service is the act of murder itself. The essence of the Organ Transplant Technique is also a murder-based divine spell. The killers of the Murder Church are passionate about ritualistic murder, treating the entire murder as a performance dedicated to the gods, with the removed parts offered as tribute to Baal.”
“As a reward, Baal’s divine power is attached to the organs and returned to the killer, granting them greater strength. This is a cultivation method known only to high-ranking members of the Murder Church. It is said that by replacing every piece of flesh and bone, one can achieve a perfect divine body.”
I was starting to understand. It was a bit like when I used to play online games in my previous life and collected experience by defeating monsters. They also used murder to become stronger, hunting people like monsters. It sounded deeply unsettling.
But this still didn’t explain why the murderer would use Giselle as an organ bank instead of just transplanting them directly into her own body.
“Lavias, if someone stores the organs obtained from killing someone in another person’s body for later use, or if they kill others to collect organs and store them in their own body, what’s the purpose?” I asked.
“Ah, that does have a specific limitation. As I mentioned, the Organ Transplant Technique is essentially a murder divine spell. The divine spells of the Murder Church are not meant for saving lives, so the extracted organs cannot be preserved. Even if the organs are still viable, they cannot be transplanted using the Organ Transplant Technique. One must kill a person and then transplant the organ into a living recipient.”
I finally understood completely. I had been thinking about it from a medical perspective, forgetting the theological symbolism. The Murder’s Divine Spell had to involve murder; the organs couldn’t just be stored. That’s why they needed a living storage unit, like Giselle.
“By the way, there’s a legend in the Murder Church that if you kill someone, offer their organs as sacrifice, then transplant them into another person, and then kill that person and offer them again, the organ becomes even stronger and can be stacked indefinitely.”


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The Little Witch’s Daily Struggle

The Little Witch’s Daily Struggle

今天的魔女小姐也在努力活着
Score 8.2
Status: Ongoing Type: Author: Released: 2021 Native Language: Chinese
You hear the penny-dreadful tales, don’t you? Souls whisked off to other worlds, landing in lives of ease and splendor. Reborn as young lords in grand manors, with enchanted baubles at their fingertips or a spectral mentor whispering secrets. But my own ‘grand arrival’? No gentle angel to light the path. Instead, a repulsive, foul deity—some forgotten horror from a darker age—claimed me. I was tormented to the very edge of oblivion, then pitched into a twisted, gaslit world of shadows and fear. I awoke in the frail body of an orphan girl, shivering in some rat-infested rookery, choked by smog and despair. Weak, plagued by illness, with a hunger that gnawed relentlessly. My new story didn’t start from scratch; it began deep in the dregs, clawing my way up from less than nothing.” Now, all I fight for is to live, to see another grimy sunrise over these cobbled streets. Not just for my own skin, but for him—the one whose fate is tangled with mine, the one soul I cling to in this godforsaken, fog-drenched city.

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