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The Little Witch’s Daily Struggle – Chapter 1135

Chapter 1135: Looking for Teammates

As we were walking, we actually found another person, but this time it wasn’t one of ours. It was a knight, and a female knight at that. Judging by the crest on her armor, she was under the Viscount’s command, and she wasn’t the one who had been talking to him earlier.

Her female knight armor was incredibly sexy, with beautiful metal curves accentuating her feminine form and strategically revealed skin—more alluring than wearing nothing at all. I felt that this female knight might not have had such a good figure originally; the armor just made her look perfect.

This was different from my Valkyrie style. A Valkyrie’s appearance was gorgeous, but not inherently seductive. It was the added chains that made her seem alluring. Her true form radiated nobility and sanctity, making her untouchable.

In contrast, this set of female knight armor seemed intentionally designed to highlight feminine allure. It wasn’t just about beauty; its purpose was quite strong. I wondered if Older Brother Jayad would like this style.

Furthermore, although the armor had low coverage, its defensive capabilities seemed quite good. Combined with the female knight’s own considerable physical strength, she hadn’t suffered serious injuries, only a dislocated leg.

“Wake up! Wake up! Are you alright?” I patted the female knight’s face, and quickly woke her up. She groggily opened her eyes, and then, in an instant, became alert and reached for her sword.

“Calm down, calm down! We’re not enemies. We were together in the village fighting those cultists just now, remember?” I said again.

“Huh? It’s you! What happened? Hiss! It… it hurts!” The female knight tried to stand up, but recoiled in pain, clutching her leg.

“Don’t move, your leg is dislocated. I’ll set it for you. It will hurt a bit, so try not to struggle,” I said. After she nodded, I expertly and cleanly reset her leg. The female knight was quite resilient; she endured the pain without crying out.

I needed to wake her up before I could treat her bone, as these knights possessed powerful combat instincts. If she felt someone touch her while sleeping, she might instinctively retaliate, especially from the intense pain during bone setting. I was certain she would have attacked me.

“Thank you,” she said, standing up and moving her limbs. Of course, she was still unsteady, but at least she could move.

We exchanged some information. Naturally, she remembered nothing and had no idea where the Viscount was. Fortunately, because she had been consistently attacking the Viscount alongside other knights, she had not been molested.

“Let’s go together. The wilderness is dangerous, and we can look for your companions along the way,” Elena suggested. The female knight readily agreed.

Despite her considerable strength, the wilderness was fraught with peril. A powerful monster that no one could defeat could appear at any moment. Therefore, Elena advocated for finding lost companions first and forming a small group for safety.

Of course, she was unaware of my true strength, seeing me only as a doctor who could shoot. If we encountered a formidable enemy, she felt I wouldn’t be much help, and with her own injuries, she wouldn’t be able to fight at full strength.

For similar reasons, the female knight joined us. Now we had three people, and a front-liner.

The female knight’s armor was indeed very strong. Despite its suggestive design, it was completely impervious to attacks from most monsters. Her own strength was also considerable; she could cleave through a monster’s tough hide with a single straight sword.

As long as the female knight held the front line, Elena could kick most monsters to death with a single move. I only needed to provide a few shots from behind to finish them off.

While searching for companions as our primary objective, we soon found another person. This time, it was an acquaintance: Bailing Ding. She had also woken up, but she was in a very bad state, covered in fresh blood and being attacked by a monster.

Seeing her made me feel somewhat guilty, as her injuries were my doing. The most severe wound, in particular, was her shoulder blade pierced by my Insect Legs, leaving her unable to use her dominant hand to wield her sword. She was being cornered by a monster that resembled a giant chameleon, and she was struggling.

“Let’s go help her!” Elena exclaimed, charging towards the battle. The female knight hesitated for a moment before also moving towards the scene. However, with her leg injury, she couldn’t move quickly, and without a strong desire to rescue Bailing Ding, she walked slowly.

With mixed emotions, I raised my modified revolver, aimed, and fired a few shots at the chameleon-like monster’s large head and eyes, drawing its attention.

Then, Elena leaped from a high position. The spikes on her shoes pierced the monster’s head, killing it instantly.

“Miss Elena!” Bailing Ding sighed in relief, slumping to the ground. From the moment she heard gunshots, she knew she was saved.

When she saw a female knight approaching, she became nervous again. But upon seeing me running behind them, she excitedly waved: “Miss Parul, thank goodness you came to save me, or I would have been in a terrible state.”

I felt a pang of guilt. To be honest, if I hadn’t crippled her right hand in my madness, Bailing Ding would absolutely not have been unable to defeat that chameleon-like monster.

Her face was pale now, clearly due to severe blood loss. Afterward, she was blown away by the clash of two divine powers, falling all the way here. Without any armor for protection, and already severely injured, she had to battle a monster. It could be said she was covered in wounds.

“Miss Bailing Ding, don’t move. Just sit here, and I’ll treat you right away,” I said. As long as it was within the scope of injuries, I could heal it, at least ensuring she wouldn’t die.

“Please do. If only Mr. Jayad were here, he could make the pain disappear instantly. Ah!” Bailing Ding, who had been sitting down and allowing me to treat her, yelped in fear as I approached, her expression showing a hint of dread.

“What’s wrong? Don’t get agitated, you’re badly injured. Miss Parul’s medical skills are excellent; let her examine you,” Elena said. She could tell that Bailing Ding was severely wounded.

“I… I’m fine. I don’t know why, but… Miss Parul, I feel a little uncomfortable when you get close,” Bailing Ding said inexplicably, leaving Elena and the female knight bewildered.

“Are you afraid of me?” I asked, testing her. Bailing Ding immediately denied it: “No, no. I shouldn’t be afraid of Miss Parul, but I don’t know why, I just feel a little… a little intimidated. I don’t know why either.”

It seemed that although she had no memory of fighting me, she still retained a psychological scar, exhibiting an instinctive fearful reaction towards me. This was likely her combat instinct as a swordswoman warning her.

I had to be careful. Although they had lost consciousness when they were controlled, it didn’t mean they had no memories at all. Like Bailing Ding, some retained instinctive reactions, and I couldn’t provoke them.

“Wait a moment, Miss Bailing Ding, are the wounds on your shoulders and body caused by monsters?” the female knight suddenly asked.


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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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