After obtaining these important documents, I had to be extremely careful. Mr. Zhang risked a lot to give me these important blueprints, and I had to keep them safe and return them to him intact.
Finally, after drinking a cup of black tea brewed by Claire, we thanked her for her hospitality. In the end, Sebastian still hadn’t returned, so we had to bid farewell and leave.
Mr. Zhang returned to his residence; he had many things to attend to. As for me, I needed to go home first to put the documents away. It would be terrible to lose them while carrying them around outside.
So, I let Older Brother Jayad continue to stroll with Lorna, while I went home. I couldn’t let Lorna discover that we had three Undead girls living with us.
This wasn’t difficult. When Jayad and Lorna were together, they seemed to have endless things to talk about. They were still discussing the army they had seen earlier. Lorna appeared to be explaining the organizational structure of the Mechanical Church to Older Brother Jayad.
“Those who pilot Steam mecha are usually the commanders of the Defense Army Expeditionary Knights. Each commander leads fifty Mechanical Holy Knights and hundreds of Church infantry. The ones walking in front are the Mechanical Holy Knights, and those behind are the Church infantry,” Lorna said.
Expeditionary Knights commander? The silver-haired, well-endowed loli? I couldn’t tell. However, I noticed that while these so-called Mechanical Holy Knights looked tall and mighty on the outside, a closer inspection revealed that many of the Steam Armors housed beauties, Beautiful Girls, and even lolitas.
After agreeing on our meeting spot with them, I hurried home, hid the blueprints, and asked Sherris to keep an eye on them. Then, I rode a Packhorse back. I saw Older Brother Jayad and Lorna happily sitting in the agreed-upon Tavern, drinking and chatting. They were so engrossed in their conversation that they were almost leaning into each other.
Suddenly, I felt like I was witnessing a world-famous painting, “Parul Delivering Blueprints.” The atmosphere felt so romantic. A cheap bar’s small wooden table was somehow transformed into a candlelight dinner setting by the two of them, making me feel like an outsider.
Without hesitation, I sat right between Older Brother Jayad and Lorna, breaking the intimate atmosphere. Older Brother Jayad was startled and exclaimed, “Wah! Parul, when did you get back?”
“Just now, right when you were about to lean onto Miss Leo Man’s chest,” I said, staring at Older Brother Jayad.
Jayad suddenly looked embarrassed, but Lorna, with great composure, smiled and said, “Since Parul is back, we can start lunch. Waiter, take our order!”
I felt unhappy, a strange sense of displeasure. When I felt like this, the only way to relieve it was by eating. I ordered enough food for over ten people in one go. I immediately said to the waiter, “First, five pounds of roast steak!”
The waiter was stunned. It was the first time he had heard someone order steak by the pound. And I continued listing dishes, “Three pounds of bacon, five cheese-baked fish, one roast whole lamb, five bowls of pumpkin soup…”
“Miss, are you planning to stockpile food for the winter? Some of our dishes don’t keep well,” the waiter interrupted with a wry smile.
“Mind your own business and just tell the kitchen to make it!” I glared at him. The waiter was immediately intimidated into silence.
“Just make it. We’ll take the leftovers with us. Here’s the money; I’ll add more if it’s not enough,” Jayad said with a wry smile, placing one gold coin on the table. Seeing his generosity, the waiter didn’t hesitate and rushed to the kitchen.
“Parul is in a bad mood, isn’t she? Did something go wrong with Mr. Zhang?” Older Brother Jayad asked. Jayad knew that when Parul started overeating, it usually meant she was upset.
“Hmph! Everything’s fine!” I snorted, not wanting to deal with my imbecile brother.
“Hehe, she’s angry at you,” Lorna pointed out sharply.
“Angry at me? Why?” Jayad was confused. Had he done something to upset Parul just now?
“Because you ignored her?” Lorna smiled, and Jayad suddenly looked enlightened.
“No, I didn’t!” I exclaimed, feeling flustered as Lorna’s accurate guess exposed me.
“Alright, alright, I’ll move over. I won’t steal your precious brother,” Lorna said, and indeed, she moved to sit opposite the table.
At that moment, I felt a surge of unspoken anger. Lorna’s smile was effortless, her demeanor composed. Just her presence made me feel inferior.
With nowhere to vent my anger, I unleashed it on the food. I grabbed a steak and began to gnaw on it ferociously. The people at the wealthy tavern worked diligently, and within minutes, the dishes started arriving. Most of them were semi-finished; they just needed to be grilled and served.
Indeed, binge eating was a good way to resolve inner turmoil. I vented all my nameless anger on the food, devouring it ravenously, and finished the first batch of dishes that had just been served in a whirlwind.
Compared to me, Lorna was elegant. She calmly cut her bacon steak with a knife and brought it to her mouth with a fork. Every movement she made was like that of a refined English lady.
“Parul, please eat slower,” Jayad said. Although he knew I wouldn’t choke or overeat, he felt that eating too fast wasn’t ideal.
After Lorna’s reminder, his mind seemed to clear up. He picked up a piece of lamb with his fork and offered it to me, saying, “Parul, ah~”
Jayad often liked to feed me. Hearing him say that, I instinctively opened my mouth and let him feed me, then licked my lips, “Older Brother Jayad, I want more~”
Jayad breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed like Parul was appeased. Usually, as long as she accepted being fed, her mood would quickly improve. Of course, the feeding couldn’t stop. He continued to feed me non-stop.
“Chew chew~” I looked at Lorna across the table triumphantly, as if showing off. Lorna simply smiled lightly and then cut a piece of roast lamb leg and stood up.
To me, a table was an obstacle that couldn’t be crossed by standing up. Lorna, however, simply leaned over and reached me. I had been careless; I thought I was safe once she sat on the opposite side, but I didn’t expect her to feign a retreat to advance.
“Here, Jayad, try this. The roast lamb here is very tender,” Lorna said with a smile, feeding the roast lamb leg to Jayad. As she leaned forward, her chest naturally drooped, making it appear exceptionally large.
Jayad had been feeding me the whole time and hadn’t had a chance to eat. Now that food was offered to him, it was difficult to refuse Lorna’s kind gesture. He opened his mouth, ate the lamb, and then smiled, “Mmm, it’s good.”
The meat in my mouth suddenly lost its flavor. Lorna even looked at me with a smile in her eyes and said, “Girls should learn to be gentle if they want to be liked.”
This is a provocation, right? This is definitely a provocation! When have I ever been unkind to Older Brother Jayad? I’m super gentle, okay!
The Little Witch’s Daily Struggle – Chapter 955
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The Little Witch’s Daily Struggle
今天的魔女小姐也在努力活着
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.