Mystery: Good Witch

Chapter 1012 Niece, Here I Come

Ripples were flowing in the dressing mirror, and a figure in a black court dress quickly appeared in it. She stretched out her slender arm and knocked on the door between the real world and the mirror world, then walked into the bedroom.

The woman with long black hair tied behind her head and dark gray eyes hiding sadness looked at Sylvia's back, her red lips slightly raised.

The latter rolled over on the bed, stretched out his limbs, and when he turned to the dressing mirror, he found that there was another person in the room, and his expression suddenly froze.

"Mother, why are you here..."

Only then did Sylvia realize that her lazy behavior just now had been seen. She hurriedly got up from the bed, straightened her nightgown, and said with a little embarrassment.

"Look at your ugly lack of ambition."

The person Sylvia called mother was Clarisse, the "Black Witch" in the "Witch Sect" who was in charge of Trier. She slowly walked from the dressing mirror to the bed, sat down on the cushioned and pillowed armchair, and let out a somewhat seductive moan.

"You really know how to enjoy yourself," she commented meaningfully.

"Thank you for the compliment, but didn't you already know all this? I thought you were cultivating Brownie...Brownie lately."

Sylvia answered with a nonchalant smile, and then stood beside the armchair, as if she had made up her mind to pretend nothing had happened no matter how her mother ridiculed her.

Clarisse glanced at her daughter, her soft-lined chin moved, and she said with a half-smile:
"Intis has declared war on Loen, and the whole world will soon be engulfed in flames of war. This is a great opportunity for you to create 'pain' and digest the potion. If all goes well, you should be qualified to be promoted to 'despair' next year...

"During the war, there are many opportunities to hold promotion ceremonies. If you miss this opportunity, I'm afraid there will be no hope for you to be promoted to 'Despair' under the noses of the major churches."

"I thought you weren't going to let me become a demigod."

Sylvia interjected with a calm expression.

"That was in the past. Now the sect is in need of people," Clarisse said softly, rocking her easy chair. "Your nominal daughter, Elaine Soren, has already been promoted to Sequence 5 'Reaper' at sea and has her own fleet. You can't be worse than her, right?"

“Elaine…”

Sylvia frowned her beautiful eyebrows, as if she had thought for a while before remembering the person corresponding to this name, and asked in confusion:
"Doesn't she have a grudge against Vice Admiral of Disease Tracy Pellet? Would the White Saint, who controls the Rorsted Archipelago, let her be promoted so easily?"

"Oh, that's not a grudge, it's just some kind of interest. I guess Catalina may have made a lot of efforts in the process of Elaine's promotion, so that her daughter can digest the pain and despair, become a demigod as soon as possible, and completely control the situation on the sea."

Clarisse commented with a chuckle, the charm she inadvertently exuded made her daughter stunned for a moment.

"Moreover, Elaine should be connected to the 'Golden Queen' and is her agent at sea. Given Catalina's personality, she will not touch her at will. She may even ask Tracy to give up many benefits as a gesture of goodwill."

Angelica Sage, the "Golden Queen"...

Hearing this name that resounded throughout the five seas, Sylvia's expression changed again, and she asked hesitantly:

"This witch... is really Eileen Watson from Backlund?"

"According to the previous information, yes." Clarisse nodded slightly and then laughed, "This is your good niece. If you hadn't provided her with the recipe and potion materials for 'joy', would she have become an 'immortal' witch so quickly?"

Sylvia didn't seem to care much about her mother's ridicule, and instead muttered:
"I didn't even have the time to provide the recipe. She found it herself..."

Immediately, she adjusted her expression and was about to say something else, but suddenly her eyes widened and she looked behind Clarisse.

The latter reacted instantly, and his body didn't even have time to leave the armchair before he turned into a phantom in the mirror with a thin tone and blurred outline, while his real body entered the "mirror world" without hesitation.

But the next second, she appeared beside Sylvia with a pale face, as if she had just taken a "trip through the mirror world" with a distance of less than one meter between them.

Because she found that all the nearby mirror passages were completely blocked, and even using the magic mirror she carried with her, she could only move short distances like this.

This is something that only a witch with a higher sequence than her and who can completely master the "mirror world" can do. Has a "disaster" witch from a certain sect descended on Trier?
With such doubts, Clarisse's gray eyes looked at the place where Sylvia was staring at, and found that a slender and beautiful figure had appeared next to the dressing mirror in the bedroom that she had just used.

She was wearing Fenaport's popular light green wavy long skirt, her blonde hair was casually tied up and draped behind her, her face was a little thin but had a beautiful outline, and her pair of purple eyes attracted attention like a whirlpool, making Clarisse stunned for a moment before she realized that the person in front of her was the "Golden Queen" Angelica Thatch whom she had just evaluated.

She has actually become a "disaster" witch and a true angel!

What on earth is "White Saint" Katarina doing? How come a witch angel who does not belong to a sect appears in her jurisdiction?
Clarisse had long forgotten that her daughter had helped the other party in his promotion. She kept complaining in her heart, but she showed a friendly smile on her face, even bowed slightly, and greeted him in a gentle tone:

"Her Majesty the Golden Queen."

As an "immortal" witch who has lived for hundreds of years, she is still able to judge the situation. Even if the other party may be an enemy of the witch sect, it is not a rational choice to conflict with an angel at this time.

"I originally just wanted to visit Severia to thank her for the inheritance she left me, but I didn't expect there would be an unexpected surprise."

Looking at the "Black Witch" who had no choice but to lower her head obediently because her retreat route was completely blocked by him, Angel raised the corners of his mouth slightly and revealed a satisfied smile.

"I know that if I kill you here, you can still use the 'Man in the Mirror' to revive, but your daughter can't."

Sylvia, who was pointed out by her, showed a truly panicked expression at this time, realizing why her mother had completely given up resistance, and realizing that from this moment on she had been "promoted" to the elder of the Disaster Witch.

Of course, not only did she not dare to say such words out loud, she was also worried that the other party would notice if she even thought about it.

Clarisse, who had similar thoughts, also had a slightly changed expression. She seemed to have made a difficult decision between abandoning her daughter and trying to attack with all her strength. Finally, she lowered her eyes, showed obedience again, and asked in a low voice:
"What do you want to know?"

She had already guessed that the other party came to Severia to ask about Trier and the witch sect, not to kill people and take away their characteristics. Otherwise, he would not use words to force her, but would take action directly.

After all, within the witch's path, the suppression of the lower levels by the higher levels is comprehensive, especially after the high sequence. The "disaster" witch who can control the "mirror world" has too many ways to kill a saint.

Although the "immortal" witch can indeed be resurrected through the "mirror man" hidden in the mirror world, Sylvia cannot do that, and she can't even try to escape through the mirror substitute.

Between certain "death" and possible cooperation, the "Black Witch" chose the latter without hesitation.

Seeing the other party's cooperation, Angel did not hesitate. She slowly walked to the center of the bedroom and looked around under the witch's gaze of the mother and daughter, or perhaps the father and son. She was disappointed to find that there was no sofa. She could only reluctantly sit on the easy chair that still had Clarisse's body temperature and body fragrance, and asked casually:
"First of all, the Loen royal family once gave a copy of the 'Conqueror' feature to the Witch Cult. Do you know its whereabouts?"

"It has been dedicated to the original."

Clarice glanced at Angel, who was in a similar position to her, with his body swaying slightly in the armchair, and answered respectfully.

As expected, no witch would dare to secretly keep such a hot potato in their hands, unless they intend to jump to an adjacent pathway, but this will lead to the hostility of the "Original Witch". Moreover, this Sequence 0 is trying every means to obtain the Sequence 1 characteristics of the adjacent pathway. The purpose is probably to combine the "uniqueness" of the Hunter Path and try to impact the "Old Days" status... Angel immediately remembered the information he got from the man in the mirror.

Unfortunately, it seems that the "Original Witch" and I also have an irreconcilable contradiction, just like the night and the god of war, the storm and the scorching sun... and to go a step further, they are fighting for the characteristics and "uniqueness" of Sequence 1, while I occupy the "City of Disaster" that the "Original Witch" needs to advance to the Old One... Her mind was full of thoughts, and after a moment she continued to ask:

"Since you are in charge of the affairs of the Witch Cult in Trier, you should know that the Soran family also originally possessed a copy of the Conqueror, right? Do you have any clues about it?"

Although she already knew that this conqueror trait was in Trier of the Fourth Epoch, in the out-of-control Fomonda Soran of the Soran family, she still decided to trick this "Black Witch".

The latter nodded and said:

"Yes, it originally belonged to the Count of Champagne, Vermonda Champagne Solon, but it was lost in an accident a long time ago. The Solon family has been looking for its whereabouts. I'm afraid you can only ask them."

"Red Swan Castle?"

Angel asked.

This was obviously beyond Clarisse's expectations. She raised her eyebrows and nodded:
"Yes, it is said that there are some abnormalities inside this castle, but I don't know the details."

(End of this chapter)