Chapter 827: 831. Emerging from the Cocoon as a Butterfly

831. Emerging from the Cocoon as a Butterfly

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"Tsk, this outsider really has some tricks up their sleeve; Lord Shuten is actually on the back foot."

"As expected, we were just sitting in a well looking at the sky. The world outside the island is so vast and exciting; we should have come out to explore long ago."

"Forget it. If it weren't for Lady Dorothy saving us, would we even be out here exploring? The grass on our graves would already be several meters high."

"Nice, that move by Lord Shuten was beautiful."

"Wow, that's a bit miserable. A face-full from the Ghost King's club—I think those teeth were knocked out just now."

"Alright, Lord Shuten is down. Who's next?"

"I'll go."

"Laughing to death, Ibaraki, don't get one-shot."

"Heh, Hoshiguma, you'd better worry more about yourself."

Inside the Mirror World, the unknown, wild banquet of the Hundred Ghosts was in full swing. The Hundred Ghost Witches sat around the arena, chatting while watching the duel taking place on the stage.

Well, perhaps it could no longer be called a duel; after all, it was the young Marchioness single-handedly taking on the entire Hundred Ghost Legion. This was a righteous gauntlet.

The first match, the young Marchioness versus Shuten Doji, had just ended, and the final result was mutual destruction.

The Oiran had her heart pierced by a claw, but the opposing young Marchioness had also taken a face-full from the Ghost King's club, her entire head caved into her chest cavity.

The scene was too gruesome; Dorothy couldn't quite bring herself to look.

Fortunately, this was the Mirror World, and under the rules of the arena, there was no real danger to life.

By the time the Oiran walked off the stage, she had already recovered as if nothing had happened, but the young Marchioness on the stage wasn't so lucky. Dorothy wasn't kind enough to waste mana healing her.

In any case, vampires have thick blood and strong recovery abilities; as long as she still had a breath left, she would recover soon enough. This level of injury wasn't enough to truly take her life.

"Yugi, how do you feel? Did you have a good time?"

Watching the Oiran return to her side, Dorothy asked with a smile.

"Mm, it felt great. This young Marchioness is indeed quite formidable. This is my first time seeing this kind of blood magic; it's quite tricky. However, as long as I can close the distance and get an opportunity for close-quarters combat, she won't be my match."

Ibuki Suika also nodded and shared her thoughts.

If it were a battle of long-range attrition, she would admit she was inferior, but in close-quarters combat, she was confident she could use her swordsmanship to cut the opponent down.

Hearing the Oiran's assessment, Dorothy nodded.

This evaluation was objective and correct.

Because of the samurai culture on the Yingzhou Island, the development of Yingzhou witches mostly leaned toward close-combat witches. Furthermore, due to the existence of that Sword Saint who had reached the pinnacle of sword technique, their swordsmanship had already formed its own system; for instance, the battle-method sect of the witches was not inferior by much.

However, relatively speaking, the Yingzhou witches were a bit lacking in the spellcasting department. If the Oiran hadn't been constantly harassed by the young Marchioness's various blood magics while trying to close the distance, resulting in significant depletion, she shouldn't have needed to end up in such a state of mutual destruction.

"No rush. You are now a witch citizen with an ID card, and the knowledge in the Witch Library will be open to you. You can slowly make up for it later. Besides, you can go back and fight again in a while; it's not easy to find such a useful sparring sandbag. It's a rare opportunity, so don't waste it."...

Since the Oiran had already recognized her own shortcomings, Dorothy didn't need to nag her; she just comforted her like that.

The two then turned their gazes back to the arena.

After Ibuki Suika stepped down, several more monster witches climbed onto the stage. They were also great monsters among the Hundred Ghosts, such as the Red Oni Ibaraki, the Blue Oni Hoshiguma, or the Kamaitachi witch Iga Moye, and so on.

Although they were all great monsters, they were not yet Ghost Kings equivalent to a Peak Witch; they were only at the level of a Titular Great Witch.

Therefore, it was a bit of a stretch for them to fight the young Marchioness.

After being successively slaughtered by her, the monster ladies finally stopped obsessing over righteous one-on-one duels and started teaming up—two-on-one or three-on-one.

Consequently, the young Marchioness, who had just managed to stand tall, fell again under the righteous gang-beating of the great monsters.

And once the great monsters had their fill, the ordinary monster witches prepared to join in the fun. However, being only at the level of ordinary Great Witches, they naturally wouldn't be arrogant enough to challenge this opponent, who could be called Ghost King-level, to a single duel.

Therefore, their gang-beating lineup was even larger.

"Quick, teams of ten, organize by type, assemble."

"Samurai squad in position."

"Ninja squad in position."

"Healer squad in position."

"Charge!"

Hmm, the Duke/Marchioness-level raid had begun; the monster witches completely treated this powerful enemy as a boss to be conquered.

High-difficulty raids are always hard. In any case, the first two waves of attempts were quickly broken by the young Marchioness one by one, leading to a total wipe. But the monster witches in this Mirror World were like players; they didn't need to worry so much about life and death, so they were all fearless.

Conversely, Lecti on the other side was very frustrated. Her injuries were getting worse, and she was actually approaching her limit. The various gauntlets before had almost drained her dry. She didn't dare to gamble on whether, if she lost and died, she could be healed and resurrected by this strange space like these foreign witches with their weird powers.

Therefore, with one side growing more courageous as they fought and the other's condition slipping, the monster squads finally succeeded in taking down the boss. Everyone went up to throw a punch or a kick, and they also had their fill of outputting damage.

It was just that the poor young Marchioness's condition was getting worse and worse.

Dorothy also sensed the thinning of the blood Qi in the opponent's body and knew that today was about enough.

Although this Hou Jue likes to nitpick and has a foul mouth, according to the laws of the witches, the other party has not yet reached the level of a death sentence. The Home Witch never intended to actually slaughter the other party anyway; after all, today is a wedding banquet, so it is better not to turn it into a bloody banquet.

Although it was quite reasonable for a vampire witch to host a bloody banquet.

It was just that...

"Miss Olena, right? Then, for the finale, would you like to go up and play too?"

The Home Witch looked at the Deep Sea Diva on the side who had been trembling since just now, and suggested as such.

Olena: "..."

The Deep Sea Diva, who had been pretending to be invisible since just now, raised her head, looking very surprised at the benefactor who had saved her in front of her...

To be honest, things were changing too fast; she hadn't even recovered her senses yet.

Clearly, not long ago, she had been feeling desperate under the coercion of Marchioness Lecti, but now, she had suddenly been saved by this beautiful, dashing young lady, and the Marchioness who had tried to threaten her earlier was now lying on the side like a dead dog.

The Diva had never experienced such an exciting thing in her life; all of this was simply too far beyond her common sense.

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And what was even more magical was that the benefactor who saved her was now asking if she wanted to go up and stomp on that damn Marchioness a couple of times.

Olena had to admit that this suggestion was very tempting. After all, she truly hated that bastard who dared to use her family to threaten her; she wished she could eat her flesh to feel satisfied.

But hate was hate; she hadn't lost her reason.

The Blood Clan—such a behemoth was not something an ordinary witch family like hers, coming from an 18th-tier small city, could afford to offend.

Now that this benefactor was here, she could naturally go up and stomp a few times, but what about after the benefactor left? She couldn't afford the retaliation from Marchioness Lecti and the Ventrue Clan.

"My lady, I'd better..."

She just wanted to humbly refuse.

But suddenly her hand was grabbed, and then a massive force she couldn't resist pulled her up. By the time she came to her senses, she had been brought to the arena by her benefactor, standing in front of the battered young Marchioness.

At this moment, the young Marchioness, who really only had a few breaths left, saw that this terrifying clown had actually come in person. Despair and unwillingness surfaced in her eyes, along with fear that could not be hidden.

"Come on, if you have the guts, kill me! Is humiliating people like this the style of the Inquisitors?"

She blustered with a fierce expression but a cowardly heart.

Only her trembling body and the fear in her eyes betrayed her.

Lecti was truly panicked now.

This was normal; who wouldn't panic in the face of death?

However, Dorothy didn't pay attention to the Marchioness's barking; she just looked earnestly at the Diva beside her.

"Your heart tells me you really want to kick her twice. Kick her."

She said so.

"No, I can't..."

Olena still shook her head; it was really hard for an ordinary person like her to do such a thing.

When encountering problems, the first thing they, the weak, thought of was usually to escape.

She really couldn't afford to offend the Blood Clan; why did her benefactor have to force her?

The Diva didn't care whether her mind had been read or not; she just looked pitifully at the benefactor in front of her, begging the other party to let her go.

Well, although in her heart she really wanted to go up and kick twice.

But she had been an arts student since she was a child, and now she was a singing star; how could she really be so violent?

Olena's reason suppressed her instinct.

However, the next moment, a sharp knife ruthlessly broke through her weak mental defenses.

"Why deceive yourself? Miss Olena, whether you are willing or not, you have already ruined this young Marchioness's plans today. Why do you think that kicking or not kicking these last two times could have any major impact?"...

Although the Diva's pitiful, tearful face was worthy of pity, Dorothy said it very bluntly.

Hmm, just as she said, from the moment the Diva rejected the young Marchioness, she had already been unable to extricate herself.

Clearly, the moment she refused earlier was so brave, but now she was so hesitant about whether or not to kick twice to vent her anger.

Human hearts, they are truly wonderful.

However, perhaps the Diva herself hadn't discovered her own nature.

Her courage shouldn't be bound by that weak reason any longer; why not emerge from the cocoon as a butterfly at this moment?

And Olena, whose last bit of wishful thinking had been dismantled by such blunt words, fell silent. After a long time, she stood up again and came to the front of the young Marchioness.

Before, this Marchioness had domineeringly treated her as a possession, a toy, but now, she was lying on the ground, while she herself was standing.

Even when she walked closer, the Diva could clearly see the young Marchioness's body trembling uncontrollably.

She's afraid of me?

Heh, so it turns out that such high-and-mighty big shots will also feel fear toward ordinary characters like me.

Although her reason knew she shouldn't, Olena felt a sense of pleasure at this moment.

So, she lifted her long, straight leg and kicked down with all her might toward the other party's face, and then kept grinding it.

"Damn it, why me? Why force me? I didn't provoke you; I just wanted to be a normal singer. Is that too much to ask? Fuck!"

The siren's throat, which once sang the most beautiful melodies, was now constantly spitting out vulgarities. The Diva indulged herself; only by venting like this would she not be crushed by the worry and fear for the future in her heart.

Hmm, there's really no turning back now. I have to go back quickly, return to Haiyuecheng to pick up my mothers, and then move away immediately to escape.

The Diva, whose weakness and retreat had been forcibly cut off, was cursing angrily while stomping wildly, and thinking rapidly at the same time.

After all, she was a counter-attacker who had climbed from an ordinary witch to her current position as a famous singer step by step; she naturally wasn't truly stupid.

She knew that her peaceful daily life might really be gone forever; what awaited her in the future was a difficult life on the run.

Damn it, the more I think about it, the angrier I get. I'll stomp you to death, you bitch.

On the side, Dorothy was dumbfounded, watching this Diva who had suddenly gone berserk and was spitting out foul language.

Ah, this... I didn't expect you to be such a Diva. Also, so stars also curse and use foul language?

However, she couldn't stomp anymore; if she kept stomping, the person would really be beyond saving.

Seeing that this out-of-control Diva was really going to stomp the person to death, Dorothy hurriedly stepped forward to pull her away again.

The Diva didn't resist; she calmed down quickly.

This made the Home Witch think even more highly of Miss Olena, and then she glanced at the young Countess not far away, who had been pretending to be calm but wasn't really calm.

Hmm, good, Danika was really scared.

Although when the Matriarch decided to cooperate with Lady Dorothy earlier, she, as a member of the Dracula family, already knew that this stepdaughter of the Third Young Lady was not ordinary.

After all, she was that legendary, deeply guilty young lady, the crazy Clown Grand Inquisitor.

But although she had heard she was crazy, she never expected her to be this crazy. As expected of the legendary ruthless person who would raid homes and exterminate clans at the drop of a hat; someone else offended her with a single word and was almost played to death alive.

However, fortunately, she was one of their own, so that felt very safe.

At this moment, seeing Lady Dorothy's gaze toward her, Danika also stepped forward, and then she looked at this Diva who had transformed again, her nose twitching.

Wonderful, wonderful. As expected of the God of Cooking I believe in, can she even cook people like dishes? Miss Olena's blood has now become even more delicious.

"Miss Olena, although it's a bit late, please allow me to introduce you. This is Lady Dorothy. She needs a secretary-guide who is very familiar with the entertainment industry of the Night City. I think you are quite suitable, so I brought her to see you. So, are you interested in this?"

The young Countess is inviting. ===== CHAPTER 828 =====