Chapter 31: Incredible Sight

"The rest is up to you!"

"This time~ there shouldn't be any more problems, right?"

Wei tilted his head slightly, his expression calm and breezy as he spoke to Famic.

It seemed like the scene that had just occurred, but it was a trivial matter.

It appeared as if it wasn't worth Fulade's excessive attention.

With deep eyes, Fulade glanced at the fervent gaze of Famic; before they could answer, Fulade turned and walked back.

Behind him were Famic's heated, reverent, fanatical gazes, and the eyes of numerous witches fully submitting.

When Fulade returned to Famic's residence, he was met with Ailina and Malisika's incredulous screams and gazes that revered him like a deity.

Clearly, the previous scene had a huge impact on them as well.

"Master, you're so handsome! I—I feel like I'm itching again," Malisika looked at Fulade with heated eyes, a gaze that resembled a little dog eager to please its master.

"Mmm, Master, you were so cool just now, I'm about to love you to death."

Even the usually restrained Ailina could no longer hold back; she clutched Fulade's arm and said excitedly.

However, before the two could continue, they noticed Fulade's complexion turning pale.

Realizing something was wrong, the two hurriedly helped Fulade sit up on the bed.

With a worried expression they asked, "Master, what's wrong with you?"

Seeing Ailina and Malisika with reddening eyes and faces full of concern, Fulade felt a sudden warmth in his heart.

Instead, he smiled and gently reassured them, "It's fine, I just overexerted myself earlier; you don't need to worry."

In fact, even he hadn't expected it to be so draining; after all, in *Dracula Year One*, Fulade used this technique and it seemed quite effortless.

There's still a huge difference between what the movie says and reality.

"Is that so?"

Seeing Fulade's confident reply, the two finally relaxed.

"Master, just now you almost scared us to death," Ailina still looked a bit shaken.

On the other side, Malisika nodded repeatedly with a cute, naive expression.

Fulade gave a slight smile, stopped lingering on the topic with the two women, and then shifted his tone to ask them:

"Did you find the White Witch I sent you to look for?"

"Yes, based on the information Famic provided, we located the White Witch's residence."

"But…" Ailina hesitated, seeming unsure how to phrase it.

"Yes, what's the matter?"

"That witch already has a family, and both children are five or six years old," Malisika said.

"I know, what's up?"

Fulade furrowed his brow slightly in puzzlement, looking at the two women in confusion.

"Ah, Master, you know?" Ailina exclaimed.

"Then why did you still look for her?"

Seeing the two women stare at him with strange eyes, Fulade seemed to understand something.

Fulade stared with a black line of frustration at the two girls whose minds were already thoroughly corrupted.

Angered, Fulade awarded a "ga beng cui" to one person.

"Damn it, you really treated me like a brainless stud! Is it that you just jump on anyone you see? Do I have any dignity?"

"Anyway, even if you beat him to death, he won't admit it."

Seeing the two women blink their innocent big eyes, watery gazes fixed on him, they pouted their little mouths that could be used to hang soy sauce, and said, "What? We won't say it, is that not okay?"

"Yeah, yeah, we're about to do it, and you still won't let us speak."

Fulade looked up to the heavens and sighed deeply, "What a failure in education. It seems the teaching task still requires me to press on and bear the burden."

When Ailina and the other girl noticed Fulade's deep gaze, a fine layer of goosebumps suddenly rose on their delicate skin for no reason.

Before the two could ponder the meaning of that look, they heard Fulade's explanation.

"The White Witch differs from the Dark Witch; the Dark Witch excels in combat, while the White Witch excels in healing and support. They are profoundly knowledgeable, and their assistance to us far exceeds that of the Dark Witch."

"Moreover, she is a powerful high‑rank White Witch."

"Before Famic makes a breakthrough, she is the representative of the strongest witch in this region."

"Now you understand, right?"

Fulade's tone had a hint of being like iron that won't become steel, causing the two girls who had just doubted his intentions to instantly feel ashamed.

Actually it's not surprising that Ailina and the other felt that way; under Fulade's training during this period, the two girls' thoughts had already begun to warp.

Having finished arranging the relocation of the witches, Famic walked toward Fulade's room, preparing to make a summary and see what else needed arranging.

At this moment, Famic's perception of Fulade had become completely different from before, a mixture of fanaticism and other strange emotions that began to fill her heart.

Thus, Famic, who never believed in gods or worshiped anyone, now perceived Fulade beyond the bounds of normal reason.

When Famic arrived at Fulade's door, before she could even knock,

a sudden series of strange sounds immediately made the fingers that were about to knock retract as if they had touched a hot iron.

The previously calm breathing involuntarily became rapid.

Listening to the unabashed whimper inside, how could Famic, as a mature woman, not understand what was happening inside?

Initially a bit embarrassed and wanting to turn away, Famic suddenly felt her feet rooted as if they had grown roots, refusing to move no matter how she tried.

She subconsciously held her breath, leaned her head closer, and began eavesdropping.

Her cheeks flushed, as if she were doing something that made her feel guilty.

Suddenly Famic's delicate body trembled, and she inadvertently pushed the door open a sliver; it seemed she saw something astonishing, and her legs instantly clenched tighter.

Only the endlessly swaying white fox tail and the crisp crack of the Leather Whip dropping remain in my mind.

"Hmm~"

A voice of startled doubt suddenly rang out, and Famic's heart leapt; they instinctively looked inside.

Right through the door gap, they met Fulade's gaze directed toward the doorway.

In panic, Famic quickly covered their own rosy full lips, and hurriedly slipped back into their own room.

Having returned to the room, Famic's mind is filled with the shocking image they just caught a glimpse of.

Consequently, the Famic who aspires to become the Queen of Witches and has been single for thirty years.

After being unable to rid themselves of that shocking image, this body, sealed for decades, erupts with an overwhelming desire they cannot suppress.

It causes Famic to toss and turn, unable to sleep, their hands and feet beginning to move involuntarily; as time passes, the clothes on their body start decreasing one piece at a time.

On the other side, Fulade looks puzzled toward the entrance of their bedroom, then releases the rope in their hand, hurries to the doorway, opens the door and scans the room.

When Fulade thinks they heard wrong and is about to close the door, the subordinate's hand hesitates, murmuring, "Indeed, just now… there really was someone here."

At the room's doorway, an unknown smear had appeared at some point.

"Master, Ailina is bullying me again, come help me quickly."

Hearing Malisika's coquettish, soft cry behind them, Fulade cast a meaning‑laden glance, the slightly damp patch on the floor replied offhandedly, then shut the door and, with a devilish expression, walked toward the bedroom.

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