READ NOVEL ONLINE Chapter 128
It seemed that according to the laws of this world, she should be dead.
‘As I have always suspected, this body seems to be outside the laws of the world…’
She had never seen anything like this before, so she didn’t know if she would die as she was, or if she would remain immortal.
She didn’t want to die on purpose to find out, not yet.
‘In any case, this Great Witch is similar to what I expected, but there are some differences.’
The nature of the former Great Witch was closely linked to the end of the latter.
If the former unnaturally dies a painful death, the latter is born with violent tendencies as a result.
Conversely, a peaceful death results in the birth of a benevolent High Witch.
Mirania’s concern before her death was the birth of a ferociously tempered Great Witch.
‘Fortunately, that doesn’t seem to be the case.’
Mirania remembered the young witches who had stood guard over, armed with bows and curses.
Thinking of them gave her an idea of what this new Great Witch would be like.
“She’s a good woman.”Chera’s words brought Mirania out of her thoughts.
“She’s not exactly benevolent, but she’s not as aggressive as the previous High Witch you mentioned, either. I guess you could say she walks the middle ground. She has the personality of a holy warrior that humans favor.”Mirania nodded a couple of times.
“Just the right personality.” “That’s good, because while an overly aggressive personality would be troublesome, these are not times when pacifists are welcome, and with the way things are going, we need to increase our strength, though I don’t know what you think, Mirania.” “…If it’s good for you, then it is for the best.”Mirania replied briefly and fiddled with her cooling teacup. Her gaze was fixed on the cup as it stirred gently.
“You know, the current situation.”Chera said cautiously. Mirania nodded.
“If you’re talking about Grecan, I know a bit about him. And what the child said earlier.”By the child, she meant the High Witch who had left the room.
Seeing Mirania’s eyes on her, Chera spoke in a broken tone.
“As for what Natalia said, don’t put too much pressure on yourself.” “…” “You don’t have to go outside, really. I couldn’t believe it when Grecan came to see me, and you won’t believe it either, since you don’t remember all this time, and you don’t need to see her changed.”Mirania listened to Chera’s calm voice.
“Now that you’re back, make yourself at home with us. We don’t know when you’ll be able to go to sleep, but until then, you can take it easy.” “…” “Do you know if you’ll be buried under a tree with me?”Mirania looked at her with a wry smile, and the corners of her mouth twitched up.
“You’ve grown old and lost your wits.” “I thought I was always a dot.” “So now you don’t have to worry about being killed by a chair when you use summoning magic?” “When are we talking about enemies?”‘Oho’,
smiling, Chera’s face showed signs of turning as red as her hair.
Mirania quickly changed the subject.
“It’s nice of you to say that, to ask me to stay here.”To be honest, the moment she saw Natalia, the new High Witch, she realized quite naturally that she had no place here.
Although I didn’t feel too sad or regretful about it, as it was only fitting for the current High Witch, I was warmed by Chera’s words.
‘You must have had many complaints about me, but your smile never changed.’
Chera didn’t say it out loud, but Mirania vaguely guessed what she didn’t say.
‘If you had a premonition of death, why did you go two continents away? Didn’t you think of the witches, or me?’
Mirania could detect a hint of resentment in those serene eyes.
The Great Witch has broken her unwritten code of honor and gone outside. She had every right to be sad.
Still, she was thinking of Mirania.
With a faint smile, Mirania recalled in her mind the stern voice she had heard earlier.
[Please, Mirania. To be honest, I can’t stop him even with my own power. It’s been over thirty years since we’ve been banned from bringing in young witches from two continents, and if we keep going like this, the power of the witch clan will be severely diminished.] [I heard that you have a deep connection with him, please, stop him.]The qualities of a saint.
The High Witch bowed to her, politely stating the words that could have sounded harsh and unkind.
Stop Grecan from ruining the continent anymore, she begged, pleaded.
‘I have come all this way to see that my clan is safe, but there is little I can do for them.’
It was a rather futile situation for Mirania, who had traveled all this way for the sole purpose of seeing her clan.
Chera had been nice, but she knew better than anyone that as long as the Great Witch Natalia was in control of the clan, she, a creature of the Old World, would not be able to stay.
‘Perhaps fulfilling the request of the current High Witch would be the greatest service this body could render to the cause.’
Mirania sipped her tea as she gathered her thoughts.
Bam—The door swung open roughly. In walked a man with a beautiful face that seemed to glow just by being there.
Startled by the sudden stiffness of the air, Mirania blinked and studied him.
The scar across his cheek was distracting, but even with it, he was incredibly handsome.
Mirania looked at him and removed the teacup from her lips.
“…Leverianz?”The man’s handsome face stiffened at the blunt call. His voice, cracked at the ends but still mesmerizing, flowed out.
“I thought I was dreaming, hearing stories, dreaming of Mirania’s return.”Leverianz spoke with some effort, as if he were struggling.
His breathing seemed ragged, and Mirania scrutinized him closely.
Sweat beaded on his white forehead. He looked as if he had been overworked.
She had heard from Chera that Leverianz was here as well, so his arrival was no surprise, but his changed appearance was.
He had completely shed some of his faded clothes, like Grecan, and seemed to be slightly taller.
His shoulders were broad, but he was skinny overall, so he didn’t look like he’d been eating well.
More than that, the scars. And a wing that looked uncomfortable.
Mirania’s gaze lingered on the disfigurement.
[Leverianz is doing well, too, with a few health issues, but he’ll be here soon.]The meaning of Chera’s cryptic words was clear as soon as she saw him.
‘That’s the health problem.’
Glancing at his black-coated wings, which she hadn’t managed to tuck in, Mirania raised one eyebrow.
One wing was not in its normal shape, the top roughly torn off.
It hadn’t been slashed by a knife, but rather ripped straight off, revealing a tattered section. It was a gruesome wound, and the scar alone suggested how painful it must have been.
Mirania realized once again.
A hundred years was a time of suffering for everyone.
‘Something went wrong.’
She had a hunch that Leverianz had a story, after all.
Breathing heavily, Leverianz leaped forward and swept Mirania into a hug. He smelled of damp water and a faint herbal odor.
‘Herbal water mixed with lavender. This herb is called xanthera. It’s a kind of hallucinogenic agent that helps to dull any lingering pain or aches from a healed wound.’
Mirania took a deep breath and exhaled.
‘It’s the wound that hurts.’
Holding her close, Leverianz breathed deeply as well.
“Hah.”Mirania placed her hand on the top of Leverianz’s head as he buried his face in her shoulder.
His long, white throat was twitching finely.
Slightly damp blond hair covered the back of her neck.
From top to bottom, then top to back. Mirania stroked his hair.
“You’ve grown a lot of hair.”His voice was low, like ripples on a calm lake. Hugging her tighter, Leverianz nodded.
After a long moment, Leverianz took the seat Natalia had left and sat down.
“Lord, here’s your herbal tea.” “What were you talking about?”Sipping the hot tea brewed by the bat-folk warrior, Leverianz scrunched his nose.
The fragrant, warm steam hung in droplets from his delicate lashes.
“Grecan.”Mirania said, and the wrinkles on the bridge of his nose deepened.
He tore his gaze away from the teacup and muttered with a frown.
“It’s a calming tea, and I’m trying to calm my mind, but it’s not working.”The smile on Leverianz’s lips faltered.
“I mean, Grecan was the topic of conversation.” “…” “That weakling.”The corners of his mouth twisted, his brow, which had hardened slightly at the mention of Grecan, tightening even more.
“Ever since that horrible day, he’s acted like he hates everything.”Mirania gulped down the tea in her mouth.
‘Weakling… that’s a different kind of descriptor than I’ve ever heard before.’
‘Frightening’
was the word they all used to describe Grecan, and Malandor called him
‘insane’.