The Little Witch’s Daily Struggle – Chapter 1682

Chapter 1682: A Stage Made of Paper

“Via, Lorna, Sherris, you stay here for now. Watch these three people and ensure their battle is limited to this block. If they affect anything outside, intervene even if it risks exposure,” I instructed.

“Yes, Parul (Sister),” the three women, who were watching the spectacle, replied simultaneously. They then dispersed in three directions, subtly surrounding the two combatants still locked in fierce battle.

For them, the one person and two ghosts weren’t particularly troublesome opponents. Apart from the Demon Hunter having some restraint against Undead creatures, the three girls working together should have no problem stopping both sides.

Moreover, the Female Ghost and the Dead Infant’s moves were mostly mental attacks, and the Demon Hunter tended to use guns. Although the commotion was considerable, it wouldn’t cause widespread physical destruction. They were also intentionally controlling their combat positions, so it shouldn’t spill out of the block.

Meanwhile, I, with Giselle, moved through the shadows towards the factory. While Via and Lorna here possessed similar shadow-infiltration abilities, only Giselle, who was skilled in Shadow-based Spells, could truly move freely and at high speed within the shadows.

Upon arriving at the factory entrance, I sensed a different aura. Upon closer inspection, I saw many rune cards attached to the concealed areas of the entrance and iron fence, painted with faintly glowing runes.

I deciphered the meaning of the runes. It seemed to be a spell to ward off idlers, along with rune cards that isolated sound and aura, spread throughout the entire street.

This explained why Jayad didn’t come to check the fight happening so close to the factory. The commotion inside must have been completely shielded.

Furthermore, I learned the method for making rune cards. It primarily involved knowing the materials for the cards and the pigments used for the ink – it seemed these materials were all present in the spoils of war from defeating the Demon Hunter last time.

This had nothing to do with profession or identity; even ordinary people could create such rune cards and use the power of runes by simply copying them if they possessed knowledge of it.

Rune runes were said to be divine script passed down by the Nordic King Odin. Their very shapes contained Occultism power, and even mortals could utilize them to some extent if they understood the principles.

Passing through the factory gate, Giselle and I rapidly headed home. However, upon appearing in the shadows of the living room, there was no one there. Jayad’s aura was not in the house.

“Strange? Where did Older Brother go?” I looked around in confusion. He rarely left home at night. Could he have been dragged to a Duel by Weis?

I immediately projected my God’s Eye into the neighboring villa and discovered that Weis and Margaret, mother and daughter, were also not at home. It was basically confirmed: Jayad must have been dragged into a Duel by Weis. Otherwise, being unfamiliar with the surroundings, they wouldn’t be running around now.

No wonder I thought that even with the Rune cards shielding the aura, Jayad and those two Werewolves, with their keen senses, shouldn’t have been unaware of the problems outside. If they were dueling, it made sense.

But where could they be if not at my house or their villa? I began to think rapidly about where they might be dueling.

“Master, I can track Mr. Jayad’s aura,” Giselle suddenly said.

“Ah? Then hurry and lead the way!” I had almost forgotten, there was a member of the Murder Church here. She was best at tracking people.

Giselle led me again with stealth and shadow steps, and then we appeared outside a warehouse. I looked at the warehouse and suddenly understood: “So, it’s here.”

This was the factory warehouse we had commandeered to store the Monster Materials and bones Jayad hunted, as well as various other materials.

I could faintly sense Jayad’s aura from inside the warehouse; it was definitely here. Pushing open the warehouse door, I saw large frameworks of Monster bones scattered on the ground. The walls were covered with flayed Monster hides, and countless iron chains hung from the ceiling, their hooks laden with Magical Beast meat.

To satisfy my appetite, our home was stocked with a large amount of meat, not only from Jayad’s hunts but also purchased Magical Beast meat from the market. The quantity was considerable, filling the entire warehouse.

In addition, the cabinets in the warehouse were filled with all sorts of Monster Materials: Magic Cores, oil sacks, glandular secretions, and so on. Special materials were placed on shelves; these few shelves were arguably the most valuable items.

At the far end of the warehouse, I saw a very magical and somewhat comical scene: a stage made of paper stood there. Its overall tone was bright yellow, painted with cartoon-like trees and paper suns hanging from it. It looked like a performance for kindergarten children.

However, there were no kindergartens in this era, let alone performances for them. Jayad’s aura also emanated from this small stage.

“It seems they are inside. How do we get in? Looks like we’ll have to stand on the stage,” I said, walking towards the stage, only to find Giselle standing still.

“Um, Master, Madam Parul, can I not go in? I’ll wait for you here,” Giselle asked with a wry smile, showing clear fear and resistance to entering.

I remembered that during our previous fight, when she was infiltrating shadows, I had swapped her into the Thin Spirit Prison. As a result, she was captured and “trained.” Her teacher, the murderer, was also taken away by Jayad, defeated directly, and even had his mind washed. It seemed she had a psychological scar from entering our pocket dimension.

“No way~” I mercilessly rejected her escapism, grabbed her hand, and dragged her onto the stage. “This is something you have to adapt to. Get used to it.”

“Ah!” Giselle let out a startled cry. As I stepped onto the stage, the paper sun suddenly shone brightly. Giselle hated this kind of pure sunlight the most and quickly covered her eyes.

At that moment, I inexplicably felt that this paper stage was quite sturdy, able to withstand my weight.

The painted trees and streams began to enlarge rapidly, quickly becoming realistic. Soon, the surroundings transformed into what looked like a real world, completely obscuring the warehouse scene.

However, this otherwise beautiful scenery was entirely ruined. The stream had frozen into ice, trees lay toppled everywhere, and deep cracks crisscrossed the ground.

I could understand why Jayad chose to duel here. Fighting outside would have destroyed the factory.

But where was Jayad? I followed the area where the aura was most chaotic and saw a scene that shocked me.

I saw Jayad walking by the stream, holding a leash, with a pale, beast-eared girl crawling beside him. It was Weis.