FVN Chapter 70 Witch of Rogues
Chapter 70 Witch of Rogues
The Duke, who had been silently observing the exchange, glanced at the Head Butler. The Head Butler, ever so discreet, responded with a slight nod of his own.
The Head Butler moved his hands behind his back. Slowly, a faint shimmer of magic began to manifest, a magic circle materializing just behind him.
It glowed faintly, as if it were barely there at all, a testament to the Butler's skill. The mana was controlled to such a degree that it left no trace in the room, no sign that anything unnatural was happening.
Outside the room, hidden from the maid, a shimmering cube began to form, delicate tendrils of magic weaving together.
Once the shimmering cube was fully formed, the space inside was sealed.
The Head Butler subtly tapped the Duke's shoulder, a quiet signal that the moment had arrived.
With the silent communication passed between them, the Duke's cold voice broke the conversation between the maid and Leon in the room. "Hero, it's about time we call the next servant."
The maid, who had been so absorbed in the rapid-fire questioning, suddenly snapped out of the trance-like stupor she had been in. For a brief moment, a wave of confusion washed over her. 'What was wrong with me?' she thought, her mind struggling to piece together the strange fog that had clouded her thoughts.
But before she could dwell on it further, her train of thought was abruptly interrupted by Leon's voice.
"Haha! I nearly got too engrossed talking with this beautiful miss over here," Leon said, his voice light and teasing. He gave the maid a charming smile, one that had the intended effect—her face flushed immediately, and any lingering thoughts she had were erased, replaced by a rush of flustered embarrassment.
"Just Few more questions." Said Leon and the Duke nodded.
Leon's silver eyes locked on the maid, his voice smooth and calm as he asked, "Miss, have you ever felt some kind of discomfort in this mansion like someone is watching you? Or have you ever felt a threat to your life while walking around or outside the mansion?"
"No. Sir Hero," she replied quickly, the words tumbling out, almost too fast to consider.
Yet, as soon as the response left her lips, she fidgeted nervously, her fingers twisting together in her lap as her brow furrowed. "But... why such a question, Sir Hero?"
Leon's face shifted, a solemn expression settling over his features. He gave a brief, almost imperceptible glance toward the Duke before pausing as if weighing the situation carefully.
He let out a soft sigh and then, with a quiet but deliberate movement, bowed his head slightly. "I am not allowed to reveal that," he began, his voice lower than before, laced with a sense of gravity. "But after listening to you, miss, I have a feeling I can trust you. Miss, the Church has gotten information that a witch is hiding around the Southern Duchy."
The Duke and the Head Butler clenched their fists tightly as they observed the maid's reaction upon hearing the word 'witch'. Her eyes went red in an instant, and she looked down at Leon with a murderous intent.
But just as quickly as the anger had surfaced, it vanished, as though it had never been there at all. The maid's expression shifted in the blink of an eye, her face softening and returning to its previous state of nervousness, though there was now an undeniable tremor in her voice.
"W-What do you mean, Sir Hero? A witch?" she asked, her tone shaky and uncertain, her words almost spilling out in a rushed breath.
The witch felt her connection to the mana within her body disappearing the moment the collar was tightened.
'You fools! It doesn't matter if my connection to mana fades away; I can simply return to my original body by using the life force of this vessel.' The witch tried to connect to her original body, but she was unable to sense its location.
'Why? Why can't I feel the connection to my real body?' Her face suddenly morphed in confusion, and the confidence started evaporating with each passing second.
Leon got up and straightway kicked the witch right in the stomach. He didn't have any technique behind his kick but because of his Sole Survivor trait, his strength stat was that of a D Ranker.
The maid was not strong like Cassius or the Head Butler, the body was that of an E Ranker, and without the power of the witch, it was nothing.
BOOM!
SWOOSH!
The witch's body flew through the air and crashed beside the fireplace. Her body landed heavily, much like Karzan's had before.
Blood sprayed from her severed hand and legs, painting the floor in crimson streaks. Her body slammed into the wall, while her detached hands and legs lay on the floor nearby, still standing, each leaking a steady stream of blood.
"AAAAAAAH!" The witch's scream of pain ripped through the air. The lingering numbness from the thunder attribute had briefly dulled her senses, but now every ounce of pain hit her like a tidal wave.
The brutal sensation of losing her hands and legs in an instant overwhelmed her, the agony searing through her body.
As if that wasn't enough, the blow to her stomach from Leon intensified the suffering, a deep, pulsing pain radiating outward from her core. Blood began to pour from her mouth as she gasped for breath.
"You must be quite confused as to why you can't connect to your real body, Witch of Rogues," Leon said, his voice calm and steady as he stood over her, a kind smile curling at the corner of his lips.
But to the witch, that smile no longer seemed kind or beautiful, as it once had. Now, it felt mocking, cold—like a cruel reminder of her defeat.
"HAH! HAH!" The witch gasped for breath, her chest heaving as she fought through the overwhelming pain. Despite the agony, she dragged her broken body upward, leaning weakly against the stone wall for support.
Her eyes, wide with disbelief, flickered with a mix of fury and confusion. "How do you know?" she hissed, her voice trembling.
"Does this not give a feeling of déjà vu?" Leon asked, his eyes flicking toward the Duke, who stood silently nearby, glaring at the witch with an intensity that seemed to burn through her very soul.
Leon slowly stepped forward, his voice calm and deliberate, each word carrying a weight of authority. "Considering your position, I'm sure you won't be giving your introduction, so let me do the honors.
The one who serves as the eyes and ears of the Witches throughout the entire empire goes by your alias: the Witch of Rogues. And the reason behind that alias is as fascinating as it is terrifying.
You possess a supernatural ability, one that allows you to infiltrate any place with ease. The power to insert your soul into another's body after you kill them, all while keeping your original body intact."