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The Little Witch’s Daily Struggle – Chapter 1589

Chapter 1589: Equal Suffering

“Huh? What are you talking about? How could my purpose be to turn you into a companion? This is a curse, the Lycanthrope God’s curse!” Weis was shocked.

The others were also surprised by Reya’s statement. It was too naive. Clearly, Weis intended to harm her when she cast the curse.

“Then why come to find me? Why control me? The werewolf virus is irreversible, right? If you wanted to ensure I became a werewolf, sister should have escaped the city immediately after striking. Why risk coming to my side?” Reya asked.

“I told you, I wanted to control you, that’s why…” Weis had only said half of it when Reya interrupted.

“There’s no need to personally convert me, is there? I’ve read werewolf books. Werewolves will definitely obey the commands of the elder who converted them. As long as you howl from afar, I’ll hear your command. What are you doing here?”

Reya’s words were a sharp point that stunned me. Yes, why did Weis risk returning to Reya’s side? Initially, I thought she wanted to capture Reya to coerce her, but upon closer thought, there was no need. She could have given commands from afar with a wolf howl, which would have had the same effect of coercing us.

It could be said that if Weis hadn’t risked showing herself, we wouldn’t have had the opportunity to capture her, nor would we have been able to obtain the serum, and we wouldn’t have been able to save the Princess. Weis’s correct choice should have been to flee the city immediately when Karina obtained the giant wolf killer.

Since the possibility of coercion was ruled out, how could the Old Woman, who devised this lure plan from the start, be sure that Weis would definitely come? I looked at her.

The Old Woman met my gaze and understood my doubts. She said, “I thought she wanted to reclaim that divine power. Miss Reya has a large amount of divine power within her. For her, it’s an indispensable source of strength, so I believed she would definitely come to reclaim it.”

This was also a doubt. At first, I didn’t question why Weis mixed divine power into the curse, because the divine power indeed caused great trouble for the treatment, and only a curse with divine power could make Reya fall ill.

But, conversely, Weis didn’t know Reya was the Gluttony Witch, did she? She didn’t know we by her side were Glutton believers, let alone know that we were immune to common viruses.

Even considering options to increase success rate, adding a little divine power would have been enough. There was absolutely no need to add so much that it affected her own strength. Divine power is non-renewable.

“Wait a moment. If I’m not mistaken, the divine power Weis injected into Reya’s body was in equal amounts.” I recalled that when Weis absorbed divine power from my younger sister earlier, the amounts of the two were almost identical.

“What? It seems… it does seem to be the same,” the Archmage said, recalling. Then the Seven Gods Priests nodded one after another, “It’s an equal amount. I saw it too.”

Most people were present when Weis absorbed most of the curse from Reya’s body, and it wasn’t long ago. As long as they recalled a bit, most people could confirm that the divine power in both Weis and Reya’s bodies was indeed similar.

“In other words, Weis turned half of her divine power into a curse and gave it to Reya. As a result, both sides are on equal footing and no longer have a subordinate relationship,” I said.

“It really is like that. The divine power’s status is higher than the general hierarchical order of werewolves. If the divine power is the same, a subordinate relationship will not be formed. But why did you do this?” the Archmage asked Weis, which was incomprehensible.

Weis lowered her head and remained silent. At this time, the Gray-robed Woman, who had always spoken little, said two words: “Equality.”

That’s right, it was equality. Weis’s purpose had actually been told to us from the start. It wasn’t that complicated. There were no thoughts of coercion, control, or negotiating with her father. It was actually very simple: she just wanted her younger sister to experience the same suffering as herself.

Since it was the same suffering, both parties had to be equal, so she gave half of her divine power to Reya. This way, their relationship would be equal.

“Actually, sister, you came to see me just to see what I would say after becoming a werewolf, right? Do you think I would curse you?” Reya asked. Weis didn’t speak, but just nodded slightly.

The Princess was indeed exceptionally intelligent. Although she might not understand much about human relationships, she surprisingly often saw the essence of things with incisive clarity.

“I won’t blame you, sister. I’ve already experienced worse things. I will still regard you as family, let alone becoming kin,” Reya said directly.

The Seven Gods Priests and the Archmage had conflicting thoughts. On one hand, they were somewhat dismissive, thinking that Miss Reya was still too young, what worse experiences could she have had? Although she had been sickly since childhood and had recently suffered a serious illness.

But on the other hand, they felt that given Reya’s naive and kind personality, she wouldn’t blame Weis at all even if she tried to harm her. Her words should be genuine.

Only I didn’t doubt the Princess’s words at all. She, like me, had experienced Beelzebub’s transmigration. Before her death, she was tormented by vascular disease, and after her death, she experienced the torrent of information from directly looking at Beelzebub. Even after transmigrating, she was still somewhat troubled by nightmares.

Compared to such hardships, simply becoming a werewolf was nothing. They really didn’t know what true hardship was. The Princess’s resilience was beyond their imagination.

“I-I’m sorry!” Facing her sister who was so kind and accepting, Weis finally couldn’t hold back. Tears once again flowed uncontrollably.

“It’s alright, sister. I can forgive you,” Reya said softly, hugging her and stroking her head. Weis also obediently stayed still, letting Reya pet her wolf ears. It felt more like Reya was the older sister.

However, at this moment, the old man spoke, “I apologize, Miss Reya. Although it’s inappropriate to interrupt your touching reunion as sisters right now, I’m afraid Weis must be exiled.”

“What? Didn’t you just say that if we healed Miss Reya, you would let her go?” I asked in surprise. Did he want to go back on his word?

“Of course, we can grant her freedom, but she has been exposed and cannot stay in the Palace. Originally, we would have captured her for execution, but considering her sensitive identity and that Miss Reya is willing to forgive her, we can make an exception and exile her out of the country,” the Warrior said.

“W-why is that? Can’t we just let sister return to the basement and continue living there, like before?” Reya asked anxiously.

“No, today’s battle was seen by many people, and many soldiers were involved. The news of Miss Reya being attacked has already alarmed the entire city. We must give others an explanation,” the old man said.

“Furthermore, although we are vassals of Duke, we are also priests of the Seven Gods. We cannot ignore otherworldly beings. Exiling her is already showing leniency. We hope you can understand,” the Beautiful Woman also said.


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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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