The Little Witch’s Daily Struggle – Chapter 1943

Chapter 1943: A Person Who Doesn’t Care About Their Life

That was a ghost, and a vengeful spirit at that, but because it had devoured too many souls, it was on the verge of becoming an entity. As long as one’s spiritual perception wasn’t as absurdly high as mine, she would appear as a normal, cute little girl.

This state was somewhat similar to Lorna’s, on the verge of transforming from an undead being into a pure soul. However, her path was wrong; by absorbing others’ vitality, she would ultimately remain undead, her essence unchanged.

But she was only a step away. If she could obtain a treasure or absorb a powerful bloodline or soul, she might transform from a ghost into a true living soul.

At least for now, this girl who appeared cute to others was still an evil spirit running through a sea of corpses and blood in my eyes. Just being near her, all I could smell was an unpleasant stench of blood.

More importantly, I seemed to recognize this evil spirit. At least, this aura and this man’s back felt familiar. He seemed to be the man who had purchased the music box at the undead trade fair.

And this evil spirit, who appeared as a little girl, had an aura very similar to that music box. At that time, the music box had conjured a pair of cute twin girls, one of whom should be her, with the other missing.

She was quite bold; an undead being dared to brazenly impersonate a living person and attempt to infiltrate the Crown Prince’s banquet. The place was teeming with experts, yet she wasn’t afraid of anyone seeing through her disguise.

Furthermore, this evil spirit was leaning against the man. This young man was already completely eroded by the evil spirit’s curse, and it felt like he wouldn’t live much longer. Only a spirit was forcing his body to continue moving.

This was a dangerous person, extremely dangerous! A warning flashed through my mind. Such a dying person had nothing left to lose; someone who didn’t even care about their own life was extremely dangerous. It was best not to provoke him.

“Be careful, Parul. That person ahead is very dangerous.” Older Brother Jayad also noticed. He pulled me back, and we stopped about five meters away, watching him and other guests approach the guards and present his invitation with one hand.

I estimated that his invitation might have been bought, and he had assumed someone else’s identity to enter. After a brief glance, the guards respectfully invited him into the venue without any issue, and he walked in as if it were his right.

My gaze was heavy. I didn’t know his purpose for being here. In my opinion, such a dying person couldn’t just be attending a banquet; he must have a hidden agenda.

I didn’t dare to stop him. Someone like him, who had gone all out and had nothing to lose, would definitely make a move against me if there was a conflict. Although Older Brother Jayad was by my side, I wasn’t afraid of him, but if a fight broke out, tonight’s plan would be ruined. I could only hope that his target didn’t conflict with mine.

After entering, he also went to the changing room. I watched with my God’s Eye. I saw him take out an exquisite and complex music box. On top were two slowly rotating twin girl statues.

The little girl actually looked up and smiled at the sky, which startled me. Could she have noticed me spying on her with my God’s Eye?

But the little girl didn’t do much else. She turned into a phantom and entered the music box. The man put away the music box, acted as if nothing had happened, and confidently walked into the venue.

“Brother, be careful of that man. You should also pay more attention to him inside the venue later,” I reminded him.

Older Brother Jayad nodded. “Don’t worry, the one beside him is an undead, and he’s completely covered in death Qi. He poses no threat to me.”

“But attracting attention is also troublesome, especially if Rodrigo notices. Later, if he causes trouble, let’s try not to get close and become a target. Alright, let’s go in,” I said again.

So, I linked arms with Older Brother Jayad and we walked up to the guards. Unlike the guests just now, when the guards saw Jayad’s face, they bowed and respectfully said, “Mr. Norton! Welcome!”

Unlike other unknown guests, Older Brother Jayad was a major contender for the championship and many people remembered his appearance, though this appearance was also a disguise.

But regardless, when Jayad appeared, not only the guards and male servants, but even other guests removed their hats in salute to him. This was the true weight of a strong individual.

Without needing to present an invitation, they warmly invited Jayad in and even assigned a male servant to guide us into the Lord of the City’s mansion.

This wasn’t our first time entering the Lord of the City’s mansion. The last time we were here was during a mobilization banquet hosted by the City Lord. At that time, we had apprehended an extorting official who had an unclear relationship with Rodrigo, but he was quickly silenced by Rodrigo murdering him.

This banquet was even grander than the last one because it was personally hosted by the Crown Prince, attracting more high-ranking nobles. They might not have shown respect to a mere Viscount before.

As soon as we entered, the tables were already laden with mountains of fruit, of all kinds, including many spiritual fruits that could be used as ingredients.

It was currently the Winter Veil Festival, not the season for fruits. Moreover, many of these fruits were only found in tropical regions. To collect so many fruits at this time of year would likely require considerable magical and divine spell power.

Throughout the venue, maids in alluring maid outfits were present. I had noticed before that the maid outfits at the Lord of the City’s mansion emphasized sexiness: short skirts, suspenders, thigh bands, and backless designs. Even I found them appealing.

Many of the maids here were not the original staff of the Lord of the City’s mansion but beauties recruited from outside. They were here to serve the high-ranking nobles, and if they caught the eye of someone important, they could be taken directly into the side rooms of the Lord of the City’s mansion for unspeakable activities.

Facing Jayad, a renowned master, they all smiled seductively, contorting their bodies into alluring poses. Many of them actively sought to work at the Lord of the City’s mansion to attract noblemen or strong individuals, becoming their lovers and gaining their protection.

“Brother, you’re not allowed to look at them,” I said, pulling my brother away. We sat down at a table, projecting an aura of “do not approach,” and the maids tactfully stopped bothering us.

I took the opportunity to observe the other guests entering. I noticed that most of the distinguished guests entered through a special VIP channel and were escorted by dedicated maids.

I saw the Knight Captain talking to the commander in charge of military operations. I saw the Viscount we had rescued before, along with Daijia the Engraver, as his female companion. Additionally, there was the General, who surprisingly brought Elena, the commander of the Mechanical Church’s expeditionary knight order, as his companion.

He glanced at me, unsure if he knew about the Holy Roman Empire incident or if he had guessed tonight’s plan.