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The Little Witch’s Daily Struggle – Chapter 1916

Chapter 1916: Winter Veil Festival Gift

Vis was still glaring at Via. After all, werewolves and vampires were naturally at odds with each other. Although there was no real hatred between them, they still enjoyed bickering.

She, on the other hand, got along well with Sherris. Both of them were otherworldly beings living in human society, and both were carnivorous animals, so they naturally had plenty of topics to discuss.

Margaret came to find me, wanting to ask how I made this dish, because she wanted to make it for her daughter.

This was torture for me, as I was still starving. She asked me to teach her cooking, but since she asked, and for the sake of better results later, I patiently taught her.

Next, Amelia also took the initiative to offer free consultations, examining everyone’s health. In fact, she had already noticed many problems while eating and could point them out directly.

Sebastian, due to lack of rest, long-term mental tension, and irregular diet, had digestive dysfunction, and sub-health problems in his heart, lungs, kidneys, etc., as well as endocrine disorders.

The rioters were all malnourished. They had underlying health issues from asceticism since childhood, and after falling, they completely abandoned the human way of life. Their bodies had many lingering illnesses. If Jayad hadn’t purified them and happened to treat them at the same time, they might have collapsed as soon as they returned to human form.

Even Vis was told by Amelia that she lacked sunlight and vitamin D for a long time, leading to deformed bone growth, which shocked the usually indifferent Vis into a cold sweat.

Then she also pointed out that the Twin Nuns were overindulgent, lethargic, and showed signs of inflammation below. I was stunned. Just a few days ago, they were virgins, how could they be overindulgent?

As a result, the nun sisters blushed and stammered, not daring to admit it. When I asked Amelia, I learned that the two sisters were lesbians and often stimulated each other.

Lorna, however, came out to explain for them, saying that it was a necessary means to maintain sanity. Lorna tended towards self-flagellation.

Even vampires like Via and ghouls like Sherris could have some genuine health problems pointed out by her. For example, she mentioned occasional joint pain or sudden dizziness and fatigue, which indeed occurred for them from time to time.

With her medical skills, Amelia convinced everyone. Then she proposed some dietary adjustment methods, which involved many ingredients and medicinal herbs unique to this world, and also suggested recommendations for sleep schedules and appropriate exercise.

Everyone, regardless of whether they truly intended to follow her advice, earnestly took notes and planned to pay attention to their health issues.

I also understood the gap in skill between me and Amelia. In terms of treating illnesses and diagnosing symptoms, I had actually reached a proficient level. For most diseases with obvious clinical manifestations, I could explain much about them, even if I couldn’t cure them.

However, when faced with conditions that were not considered illnesses but rather sub-health states, I could only see some of the problems. Amelia, on the other hand, could foresee the root of the illness and explain it in great detail, from the cause, to the current manifestations, to future developments, and methods of prevention.

As expected of someone who had studied Traditional Chinese Medicine, this method of treatment and nourishment seemed somewhat out of character with Amelia’s image, but it demonstrated the breadth of her medical knowledge. I still had a lot to work on compared to her.

The Christmas Eve banquet thus ended in a harmonious atmosphere. I had to see the guests off with Older Brother Jayad, and they also left Christmas gifts when they departed.

Sebastian’s gift was a bottle of vintage red wine, said to be from Burgundy, France, with a hundred-year history. It was tied with a ribbon in a bow, with a greeting card attached, and placed on a beautiful boat-shaped wine rack.

Before leaving, Amelia handed me a gift box with a wicked smile. The gift box was very small, about the size of a palm. She mysteriously told me not to open it until after she left.

When I opened it, I found a box of medicine. It was actually an aphrodisiac that claimed to make one’s younger brother bigger and longer. Amelia even left a note specifically saying not to eat too much, as it would be very scary if it grew too large.

Screw her! Older Brother Jayad was already big enough. If it got any bigger, I might be pierced through. Did she get this medicine to kill me?

I immediately wanted to haveNight Bird send the medicine back to Amelia. She shouldn’t have gone far, but as I prepared to tie it to the bird’s leg, I paused and put it back.

If Amelia’s description of the medicine’s efficacy was true, then this medicine should be quite valuable. Men would flock to it. It might be better to keep it and study its ingredients. I absolutely wasn’t planning to use it on Older Brother Jayad.

Finally, Margaret had also prepared a gift for me. Having mingled with commoners for so many years, she was aware of the customs of the Winter Veil Festival. She gave Older Brother Jayad and me each a scarf that she had personally knitted.

Compared to the famous wine and strange medicine from before, the scarves, as gifts, appeared so simple and warm, and perfectly fit the theme of the Winter Veil Festival.

However, Older Brother Jayad recognized at a glance that these two scarves were not ordinary. He took them, felt them, and said, “These scarves, they aren’t made of ordinary wool, are they?”

“Mhm, they’re woven from my own shed wool,” Margaret said proudly, seemingly a little proud of this self-produced and self-consumed action.

“Ah, this…” No wonder I felt the wool was a bit strange. The texture was incredibly smooth.

“Next year, after Vis sheds her fur, I can also weave two more for you with her wool, or teach her to knit them for you herself. Sweaters can also be made,” Margaret added with a smile.

“Mom!” Vis protested, blushing, and dragged her away. Having such a mother was truly exhausting.

Looking at the two scarves, I smiled and said, “Put them away. After all, it’s the thought that counts.”

“We can wear them now. It’s just right that we need to dress as commoners. Let’s prepare to leave. Calculating the time, it’s almost time,” Lorna came out and said. She still needed to take Jayad to the Church.

“Then, Parul, I’m ready to go. Once I gain more strength, I’ll definitely send that Rodrigo to the sky tomorrow!” Older Brother Jayad said resolutely.

“Alright, alright. Then, Sister Lorna, I’ll leave my brother in your care. Be sure to bring him back safely, and you two as well,” I instructed Lorna and the Twin Nuns.

“Don’t worry, as long as you remember the etiquette I taught you, don’t be too formal, don’t act strange, do whatever people around you do or whatever the priest tells you to do, and it will be fine soon,” Lorna said.

Soon, the four of them changed into very commoner-like clothes and headed towards the Cando City church district, where there was a large Christian cathedral.

“Next, it’s time to see you off. Sherris, this is your first mission for the sect, right?” I turned around and looked at the six rioters, as well as Via, Sherris, and Giselle.


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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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