Chapter 596: The Scent of Flowers

"Forged official seal documents? This is for—?"

The witch Witch Di Mi Ya voiced her doubt about the forged documents.

Rod did not hide anything, and told her what he had seen the night before.

Of course.

That also included the Shadow-Hunter Wind, Captain Efu, who had covertly assisted; at the very least, the other party bore goodwill.

"A document of collusion with the enemy."

Witch Di Mi Ya's expression was grave, and a little shaken with fear. "I didn't expect this bunch to be so ruthless. Once this gets out, given the way the wind is blowing now, whether it's real or fake, Hubert will probably not escape death."

Because of Asmodeus spreading the secret art of the Infernal Passage.

The continent's residents' disgust and hatred for demons had reached an unprecedented level.

The officials here in Shi Ying Town might be able to protect the old thing for a while, but once the bards' news sheets spread it, some adventurers with intense hatred for demons might very well strike and assassinate him.

Planting forged official seal documents was meant to counter the conscription group's document of collusion with the enemy.

That thing is a hot potato; for a country squire like Hubert, touching it would peel off a layer of skin.

Forging official seal documents would damage the town hall's credibility, true, but it's still better than the man being killed outright.

"This operation was fierce; the conscription group may pull back a little, but they won't stop because of it."

Rod shook his head inwardly.

His intuition told him.

The conscription group—or rather, the Yige Sect—their purpose in coming here could basically be identified as the Campbell family's secret hideout.

The five-member Dog-kin suffering group had also said that the underground of that hideout was precisely the laboratory researching Crystalline Sickness.

So then.

The Yige Sect wants to use Crystalline Sickness to kill intelligent beings on a large scale, in order to curb the imminent threat from another dimension?

But when all is said and done, Crystalline Sickness is not a viral disease.

It is a blockage caused by spiritual essence clumping inside the body, and is not contagious.

Heh. Never mind.

Anyway, it's not far; when the time comes and we find out the Campbell's place, we'll just go straight there and kill them.

A light breeze blew past.

Rod squinted as he sipped Tally's tea, watching the thick grey clouds part at the horizon, sunlight spilling onto the white wool of the sheep flock, gleaming with golden light.

"Yes."

Witch Di Mi Ya nodded.

"When I came over this morning, I saw people from the Ruyige Sect preaching on the street, saying things like the continent is about to reach its umpteenth millennium, the End-Times Trial is about to arrive, and only by joining the Yige Sect can you find a way to survive the apocalypse."

"Heh, bullshit."

Sharon said coldly.

"Do they hand out eggs?"

"Huh? Uh, no, they don't."

"Then probably nobody's paying them any attention."

"Yes, they said the apocalypse isn't scary because we've got Rod."

"That's quite the burden."

Rod gave a wry smile.

Witch Di Mi Ya smiled along with him.

Now that she had calmed down, she felt quite embarrassed about her earlier shouting.

So she took the initiative to take the teapot from Tally's hands and pour tea for Rod.

She didn't manage to snatch it; the succubus pouted and refused to hand it over.

Sharon went over and gave Tally a kick, ignoring the succubus's pretense of throwing herself at Rod to fake-cry.

She forcibly snatched the teapot away, looked at Witch Di Mi Ya with a strange expression: "Scold him, then. How come you only said two sentences? On the way here you said you were going to teach him a proper lesson."

"Ah-ah-ah! I was only saying it, that's all. Rod is Shi Ying Town's great hero; what right do I have to teach him a lesson?"

Witch Di Mi Ya's baby-fat cheeks were full of embarrassment.

She took the teapot, poured tea for Rod, and poured one for herself as well.

"Sorry again, Rod, I hope you don't mind me being worked up."

"We don't need to say that between us—wait, that's—"

"I offer tea in place of wine, to atone to you!"

Having said that.

She imitated the way others drank, boldly raising her teacup, her throat rolling as she swallowed down the black tea.

But the Young Lady witch apparently had a rather narrow throat, and she gulped it down quite slowly.

Rod covered his face: "... Tally added her... you-know-what to the black tea."

Sharon asked in confusion: "You-know-what? What do you mean?"

"It's, you know, a girl, when she's... aroused."

Witch Di Mi Ya, still holding up her teacup and drinking hard, froze for a moment, then with a spurt sprayed the remaining black tea in her mouth straight onto Rod's face.

Sharon at the side immediately burst out laughing with a snort.

Then she grew more and more unbridled, clutching her belly and laughing out loud.

Witch Di Mi Ya's face was flushed red, full of embarrassed anger.

"Rod!"

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The witch Dimia and the canine Sharen walked side by side down the stone path leading to Shi Ying Town.

On both sides were neatly trimmed, emerald-green lawns swaying in the breeze, utterly refreshing to the mind.

"That, uh, Sharen."

Fearing the influence of the succubus's fluids, Dimia downed two large bottles of sobering potion.

Yet the childlike face remained flushed red.

The outfit, dampened by tea, was too delicate to be cleaned with a forceful Dust-Cleansing Art.

So she changed into another set at the villa in Henry's Farm.

But the villa reeked of strange, lewd scents; undergarments were strewn about; and in the half-open bedroom door, there was not just one pair of women's legs on the bed!

Some were deathly gray like corpses, some rough and green-skinned, some entwined with green spiritual vines, and others translucent and ghostly!

How could Dimia not know what had happened there last night!

No wonder the ghoul Pan Ni said she needed to take a day off today!

"What's wrong?"

Sharen chuckled, looking at her; the Young Lady had rarely been embarrassed like this, and the little dog-woman found it quite amusing.

It wouldn't do in front of outsiders.

But Rod was family; it was different.

"Do you think... are all men like this? To even drink that, uh..."

"I guess the succubus herself secretly put it in, pretending it was honey-flavored. You know, that rascal is mischievous and a scoundrel."

Dimia nodded.

Young Lady Tally is indeed quite mischievous.

Then she paused, turning to look at Sharen strangely: "How did you know it was pretending to be honey-flavored?"

"Because that's the taste of her."

Sharen's pretty face froze, even her swaying tail stopped moving.

She stiffly turned her head, seeing the shock in her fellow Young Lady's eyes.

"You tasted it?!"

"Not me! Of course not! It was that guy Rod! After playing with that stinky succubus, he came straight over and kissed me; I didn't want it either!"

"You three even messed around together!? Didn't you tell me you only did it with Rod alone?!"

"Just once! Only once!"

Sharen's face also flushed red, looking somewhat embarrassed.

She wanted to stop this topic; her long legs, wrapped in tight hunting trousers, quickened their pace.

Suddenly, her arm was wrapped and pulled by a softness she did not possess.

Dimia had linked arms with her.

She kept her head down, her ears burning red.

"Then, then did Rod... to you...?"

"What?"

"I mean... did Rod taste yours?"

"... I don't want to talk about it."

"So that means yes! Then have you tasted his?"

Dimia lifted her head, starlight flickering in her black-and-white eyes.

Sharen felt awkward, averting her gaze: "Are you trying to write me and Rod into your novel?"

"You're changing the subject! So that means yes too! How does it feel? Tell me~~ Sharen~~"

I hate people who know my habits too well!

"Get lost, get lost, get lost! Go lick it yourself if you want to feel it! Can't reach? Should I help you? Get lost..."

Sharen hadn't finished cursing.

She noticed Dimia's gaze held a hint of strange desire and curiosity, looking at her timidly.

"C-can I? I don't want to be touched by men, but if it's Sharen..."

"..."

A clear breeze blew, brushing the tips of the hair of the two staring stiffly at each other.

It even carried a hint of lily fragrance that shouldn't appear in April.

(End of this chapter)