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The Little Witch’s Daily Struggle – Chapter 133

Chapter 133: Actually I am not clear about the situation either

The room was dim, and the fireplace was a highlight. In addition, there was a simple bed and chairs, a window but no balcony, and no bathroom, toilet, or kitchen. In fact, it was just this Lonely room.

However, there was a stove set up in the room, which I reminded Jayad about. It was for convenience in Potion Brewing.

I originally wanted a kitchen, but most houses with kitchens were complete apartments with two bedrooms and one living room, and the rent was more than this.

“Alright, you can go in. Don’t damage the furniture in the house. You can do whatever you want. Good night,” the Landlady said hastily and left. She didn’t even enter the room, just left the key and left, seeming like she didn’t want to stay here for long.

“She left really in a hurry,” Jayad looked doubtfully at the Landlady leaving, and then heard the heavy footsteps of her going downstairs. She really just left.

Jayad closed the iron door. It was still an old-fashioned iron door without a lock. You would bolt it from the inside, and if someone went out, they would add a lock from the outside. But no matter what, it was at least much better than the Slums before.

“Parul, are you okay?” Jayad first held me onto the wooden bed. During this process, he touched my face. “Wah! So hot, do you have a fever again?”

I managed a smile at him. I felt weak now, my Consciousness was scattered, and it was difficult to concentrate. I felt so cold, and there was a faint pain in my body.

“Tsk, I hope this fireplace is useful.” Jayad looked and surprisingly found that there was half-burned firewood in the fireplace. He picked up the flint and struggled to get the fire started.

The fireplace fire gradually ignited, dispelling the darkness, cold, and dampness of the room. Jayad even moved the wooden bed closer to the fireplace, so that I could be as warm as possible.

Recalling the fever treatment method I taught him before, which required hot water and a cold towel, Jayad looked at me with difficulty and said, “Parul, wait here for a moment. I remember there’s a faucet downstairs. I’ll go get some water and be right back.”

When renting a house, I remembered to make sure there was a water source, or at least a public water source, which was also something I taught Jayad to pay attention to.

But I really didn’t want Jayad to leave me now. Ever since I entered this house, I had felt a very chilling aura, and I had a bad feeling.

What’s more, I was very dependent on him when I was sick. I didn’t want him out of my sight for even a second. But now my throat felt dry and涩, and I couldn’t speak at all. I could only watch him push the door open.

As soon as Jayad left, the chilling aura in the room seemed to intensify. Even the fireplace next to me couldn’t dispel this coldness. I didn’t know if my eyes were playing tricks on me, but the flames seemed to have turned green.

Soon, I realized it wasn’t my eyes playing tricks. A woman with disheveled hair, her face covered in blood and dark corpse spots, crawled out of the fireplace. She looked at me with resentment and desire, and eagerly crawled onto my bed.

So it was another haunted room. No wonder it was so cheap, and the landlady ran away so fast. Jayad was fooled again.

Speaking of which, haunted houses usually progressed step by step. They would first do some strange things, make some terrifying sounds, scare people a few times, and then make their move. Why were the Undead I encountered all three times directly attacking and trying to kill me? Their scaring skills were not high enough.

For some reason, at the point of death, I was thinking such irrelevant thoughts. The Female Ghost had already put her hand on my neck. I could already feel the bone-chilling cold fingers. All she had to do was gently exert a little force, and she could snap my fragile neck.

Now, unless Jayad suddenly turned back, no one could save me. Helplessly, I had no choice but to close my eyes and wait for death. This Female Ghost sister was simply too terrifying to look at. I didn’t want to look at her any more than necessary.

Just as I closed my eyes and waited for death, the cold hand suddenly loosened its grip. What? Was she infested with Maggots like the Female Ghost last time?

I opened my eyes in doubt. No, the Female Ghost sister had no Maggots on her body, but she showed an expression of extreme shock and confusion about the situation.

At the same time, I also discovered that the soft quilt that had been covering me was gone. I was lying on hard rock again, and the surrounding environment had also changed drastically. It was not the room I had just rented, but a dark cave. Several people who looked particularly mysterious and sinister were watching each other in the shadows.

“My dear countrymen, the day of the twin moons converging has arrived again. We can finally continue to discuss how to carry out the Great plan… Hmm? Why did you bring a Wraith in?” The familiar voice of the Pope, the Pope wearing a Stone-made crown, looked at me, followed by that familiar oppressive aura.

All the eyes of everyone present immediately focused on the Wraith. I saw the Female Ghost’s resentful expression turn into extreme terror, and even her Soul body was trembling uncontrollably. Then, she flew behind me in a flash.

She tried to shrink her body into a ball as much as possible, so that my body could block those gazes. Her head peeked out slightly from behind me, and she even climbed onto my shoulder to peek. Excuse me, sister, are we that close?

“Tsk, so it’s an Undead you raised? This is too low-level. But it’s okay for reconnaissance or communication,” the Pope said with some disdain.

The Female Ghost squeezed onto me desperately, trying to pretend that she was indeed my Undead. Although she wasn’t, I was too weak to deny the Pope’s words myself now.

“Speaking of which, if it’s an Undead you raised, you should put it into a Magic Apparatus, right? Hmm?! No, were you in combat just now? Such strong Divine Power.” The Pope seemed to have just discovered something strange about me.

I nodded. Since I couldn’t speak, I could only nod. I had just fought fiercely with a Water Ghost, and I still didn’t know why I felt so uncomfortable.

“The timing is really bad. Why were you fighting before the meeting? By the way, you’re covered in the aura of Magic Power backlash, and also Our Lord’s Great Power! What kind of intense combat did you just experience? Could it be that you were besieged by Demon Hunters?” The Pope asked in a very exaggerated tone.

The problem is, do I look like someone who can answer your questions? I could only shake my head again.

At this time, a black vortex appeared in the Pope’s palm, sucking away some of the mysterious aura from me. I wasn’t sure what it was, but after these auras were gone, I felt much better, at least more comfortable.

“Thank you.” I could speak now. This “thank you” was quite sincere. Thanks to his treatment, I was able to escape this painful ordeal.

“Ahem, Your Excellency’s diligence is admirable, but you should also pay attention to your own condition. Sacrificing yourself too early will only result in losing an important believer for the plan.” The Pope said with a heavy heart.

Huh? What did I do again? Why did he suddenly look so moved by me? This is so baffling…


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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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