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The Little Witch’s Daily Struggle – Chapter 1133

Chapter 1133 – All Unknown

“Wah, she’s so pitiful,” I said, looking at Elena. Her maid outfit was more tattered than mine, and her exposed skin had multiple bruises and abrasions. A large amount of white, thick liquid flowed down her legs, staining her dusty White Stockings.

But she seemed to have woken up earlier than I did. She was walking along the road with a limp, looking around for her companions. She was also holding her arm, letting it hang by her side, which also appeared to be fractured.

I pondered whether to go out and meet up with Elena. I observed her expression, which seemed relatively normal, suggesting she had also recovered from her Madness. Furthermore, considering I couldn’t find my way and didn’t even know where I was, it would be best to meet up with her.

So, I walked out and pretended to run into her, waving as I called out, “Hey! Elena!”

She saw me at the same time and let out a relieved smile. I guessed she hadn’t been awake for too long and, having not found any teammates, must have been feeling uneasy.

With a flick of her foot, she leaped swiftly in front of me and said with a smile, “Is that Parul? The younger sister Jayad brought, she’s very skilled in medicine. It’s great to see you’re alright.”

“Uh, Elena, what happened? I, it seems I woke up in an unknown place. Where are the others? Why are we here?” I asked, pretending to know nothing.

After speaking, I watched her. Depending on Elena’s reaction, I would decide my next course of action, or rather, my next lie.

But she didn’t question me. Instead, she held her head and said, “I, I don’t really know either. I just feel… hiss! It hurts so much!”

Elena covered her lower body and, noticing me looking at her legs, blushed and whispered, “I think I was violated by those demons. Tsk! I didn’t expect to get caught here.”

“Wait, you don’t remember who violated you?” I asked, surprised. Of course, I knew the Dragonborn Captain had pushed her down, but I hadn’t expected her to not remember.

Elena seemed to no longer be a virgin and wasn’t particularly sensitive about discussing her violation. She tried to recall, but still shook her head forcefully, “I don’t remember. I only remember that we seemed to have been tricked by that Priestess, and then I was violated. After waking up, I was lying over there.”

She pointed in the direction she came from and continued, “When I woke up, I found my whole body injured. There were also traces of collapse on the ground where I was lying, as if I’d been smashed onto the ground. What did those demons want? Why did they violate me? Do you know?”

She truly remembered nothing. Her memory from the moment she was controlled was completely blank. She didn’t even know the Dragonborn Captain had pushed her, let alone remember my battle with the Lust Demon.

I breathed a sigh of relief. Now I didn’t need to explain anything to her. I had been considering whether to spin a tale about losing my sanity, undergoing a physical Mutation, fighting a Lust Demon, and that I actually had no Combat Power.

Now that she knew nothing, it was for the best. It meant most of the others on the scene probably hadn’t seen my Mutation or my use of Magic. Apart from our own people, the only exceptions were the Viscount and the Engraver, but they didn’t know me, so it didn’t matter.

“I don’t remember anything either. Are you alright? Sit down, let me bandage you. Is your arm fractured?” I asked with concern, completely ignoring my own experience.

“I’m fine, it doesn’t affect my actions,” Elena said, seemingly trying to refuse my treatment. But at that moment, a black shadow suddenly shot towards us from beside us.

With my current eyesight and reaction speed, I could clearly see the attacking black shadow. It was a poisonous spider, fist-sized, with a black base and orange patterns. It attacked Elena with strong propulsion.

Before I could make a move, Elena had already delivered a flying kick. The blade on her shoe pierced the spider’s body, pinning it to a nearby tree. Green blood flowed, and the spider’s eight legs twitched once before it died completely.

Such speed, such a precise flying kick. But as Elena lifted her leg high, her tattered maid skirt could no longer cover anything, allowing me to see her swollen lips.

“Hiss! It hurts so much!” Elena clutched her lower body again, her face contorted in pain. Her high-kicking technique was indeed powerful, but it would certainly agitate the sore spot.

“So, you still need treatment. It’s swollen down there,” I said somewhat embarrassed.

It wasn’t that I was being kind and proactively offering treatment. It was mainly because this place was full of dangers. A monster spider had just attacked us. As I didn’t want to use Magic, Elena was an important Combat Power. I needed to treat her so she could fight properly.

“You, you saw it?” Even Elena blushed crimson when asked such a question.

“Uh, why aren’t you wearing panties?” I asked indirectly, admitting that I had indeed seen.

“They were already torn. I don’t even know which beast was so barbaric and rough to tear my panties apart like that,” Elena said indignantly.

I could only pray for the Dragonborn Captain that Elena wouldn’t find out. Otherwise, even if influenced by Seduction Magic, being beaten up by Elena was very possible.

“Sit down. You’re having trouble moving like this. Let’s treat it first,” I said. Elena had no choice but to sit down helplessly.

Considering she was out and about in such thin maid attire in the middle of winter, she probably wasn’t afraid of the cold. I had her take off her relatively clean maid apron and cut it into strips. I then used the Ribbon directly as a string to first bandage her arm, reset the bone, and then secured it with branches, tying it up with the Ribbon.

The abrasions and bruises on her body were not serious. After giving her some healing potion, they were all gone. The most serious issue was downstairs.

I had her lie on a stone, lifted her skirt, and cleaned her body. Not only downstairs, but even her vulva was red and swollen, and her labia were stretched open. That Dragonborn Captain was truly a beast for being able to do that.

I applied the Life Elixir to her. The pain from the redness and tearing instantly vanished, replaced by a cool sensation. The comfortable contrast made Elena couldn’t help but let out a soft moan.

“It’s okay now, you can get up. Although it shouldn’t hurt anymore, you can’t move your hand carelessly. You still have a fracture and need rest,” I said, clapping my hands.

“Your Medical Skill is truly amazing. It really doesn’t hurt at all anymore. But, can my legs and feet move?” Elena asked.

“Your legs can. You can kick as you please; it won’t affect you anymore,” I said. The purpose of treating her was to enable her to walk and fight properly with her legs.

“That’s enough. Let’s go, we need to find the others and figure out what happened first,” Elena said, standing up.


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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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