The Little Witch’s Daily Struggle – Chapter 779

Chapter 779: Strategic Retreat

“Why? Didn’t I hit her already?” I was utterly confused. However, being hit by the vines had knocked me off balance, and I fell from my broom.

As the vines swung towards her, Sherris desperately used the Ghoul’s Claw. Her hands wrapped in dark green light, she grabbed forward with all her might, clashing directly against the vines.

While I admired her courage and reaction speed, using her hands to directly confront the vines was like trying to hit a rock with an egg. I heard her scream in pain; both her hands were fractured and numb from the shock.

Luckily, after my block and Sherris’s grab, we were both pushed back. We didn’t get slammed into the ground by the vines. If we had been stuck to them, we probably would have been electrocuted into charcoal by the Wicked Lightning Strikes.

“Parul!” Jayad swooped down in a panic, accelerating rapidly. He caught me halfway through my fall and hugged me, while warm Holy Light began to heal my arm.

But then he tried to grab Sherris, and failed. Sherris continued to fall. Just as Older Brother Jayad was about to pursue, he saw the Knight Captain below leap into the air, jets of steam erupting from his back, allowing him to hover briefly.

He caught Sherris in his arms. Although they fell together, she had knocked into him, at least it gave them some buffer space. Propelled by the steam, they managed to land safely.

Seeing that Sherris was alright, I breathed a sigh of relief. My arm no longer hurt. There was only one thing on my mind. I looked back at the Elf within the flower. Didn’t they say killing her would stop Usum from acting?

Then I witnessed an unbelievable scene. Enormous vitality surged from all parts of the vines into the Elf’s body. Her damaged form was rapidly repaired. First, the steel nails in her head and chest were pushed out. Then, the charred skin from the strong acid burns began to peel away, replaced by smooth, tender, and perfectly flawless new skin.

In just a few seconds, she was fully regenerated. She looked at us with a smile, her voice as imperious as ever: “I am immortal.”

“No, this situation is wrong. We need to retreat!” Jayad decisively shouted to the Knight Captain, then turned and flew outward without hesitation.

The Knight Captain also knew they had underestimated their opponent’s strength. The Usum Child before them was unfathomably powerful and impossible to contend with. They had to find a way to escape and plan their next move.

So, he too, holding Sherris, turned and fled. Steam jetted from his armor, propelling him outward at a speed not much slower than flying.

“Don’t leave, you can’t escape,” the Elf’s pleasant voice came from behind us, but to us, it sounded like a death knell. If we didn’t run faster, we would die.

Countless vines whipped down, and Wicked Lightning Strikes shot from behind, forcing us to dodge frantically. Older Brother Jayad had to fly slower deliberately, to draw more fire and relieve the pressure on the Knight Captain escaping below.

However, one thing was fortunate: the main body of the Usum Child wasn’t pursuing. It seemed to be confined to that area and unable to move. This was good for us. Once we escaped this region, the pressure would be greatly reduced.

As expected, after breaking out of the rainforest region, the Wicked Lightning Strikes stopped. The vines also became much sparser than before, making it much easier to evade its encirclement and pursuit.

But this didn’t mean the threat was over. The Usum Child’s massive vines permeated every corner of this Painted World. As long as there were vines, she could attack us. The Knight Captain shouted, “Which way should we run?!”

“I don’t know, but we definitely can’t regroup with the Commoners; we’d get them killed. Parul, do you have any ideas?” Older Brother Jayad asked me.

“Yes. Remember the altar and the research institute we destroyed? There were no massive vines from the Usum Child around them,” I reminded him.

“What do you mean by that? Are we going to hide there for a while?” Jayad didn’t immediately grasp my meaning.

“That’s because those Old Day Imprinters deliberately built their important facilities in areas where the vines didn’t spread, to reduce the effect of the pollen, and also as a defense against the Usum Child. But we’re not going to those two places; we’re going to another one.”

I pointed in a direction, and we ran that way. We had arrived proudly, but now we were fleeing in disarray. We had underestimated the Demigod’s Combat Power.

Indeed, in that direction, there were no vines from the Usum Child, so we weren’t attacked. We could finally slow down and catch our breath. Simultaneously, Older Brother Jayad landed to treat Sherris’s hands.

“Waaah~ Mr. Jayad, it hurts so much,” Sherris said aggrievedly. Her hands were injured even more severely than mine. They were twisted, and the skin on her fingers was charred.

“It’s okay now. You did your best,” Jayad comforted Sherris while treating her hands. Her hands were fractured. Luckily, my mysterious medical knowledge included setting bones.

Normally, after setting a bone, it would require a period of rest and immobility. But with Older Brother Jayad’s Holy Light healing, Sherris’s fingers were fully recovered and mobile within a few minutes.

“Brother, if you don’t mind me asking, what’s your relationship with that little ghoul?” the Knight Captain asked curiously.

Initially, he thought ghouls were pets raised by witches. But now, it seemed her relationship with Jayad was also very close, which was strange. Why would a Holy Knight be so friendly with a ghoul? It truly baffled him.

“I am Mr. Jayad’s maid,” Sherris immediately replied.

“Not yet,” Older Brother Jayad immediately countered.

“Not yet, but I’ll work hard for it,” Sherris said, clenching her healed little fists.

The Knight Captain looked at them strangely, pondering their relationship, but couldn’t figure it out. A Holy Knight actually keeping a ghoul.

Our destination was within sight. It was another large building, but compared to the Ancient Rome gladiatorial arena style and the future research institute style, this building’s style was much more normal. It looked like a Western-style mansion.

We crept to the window and looked inside. We saw countless easels set up, displaying colorful paintings. However, most of them were so abstract they looked like a child had scribbled randomly with paint.

There were also some Imprinters in front of drawing boards, holding palettes and brushes, painting. Their black robes were stained with colors, and even after washing, traces of paint remained.

“I say, the Usum Child seems to be having quite a field day,” one Imprinter chuckled.

“Yeah, the intruders have probably been eliminated by now, right? Those people have no idea how terrifying the Demigod is,” another replied.