Chapter 20: The Witch of Sardinia (Patreon)

[What brings you here?]

"Yes, someone wishes to meet you, so I brought them here, Lady Lukulazia Zola."

[Meet me? I see. Well, come in~]

"Pardon the intrusion."

"..."

The black cat swayed its tail, studying the trio with interest, its gaze lingering particularly on Haru.

However, upon hearing Erika's words, the cat suddenly trotted deeper into the house. It paused midway, stretched out a paw and waved it, meowing as if calling someone, then continued on its own, elegantly padding into the cottage with a cat-like gait.

Seeing this, Haru and Erika didn't hesitate and followed closely behind.

Of course, Erika was still intimately holding his arm, while the maid followed silently behind them.

Led by the black cat, the three soon arrived at a room resembling a bedroom.

Even before entering, the strong scent of medicinal herbs wafted towards them.

The room was quite messy. On a sofa by the window lay a languid woman reclining slightly. The cat from earlier, having completed its task, curled up in a corner of the room, swishing its tail and yawning boredly.

"Welcome to my home, young man from the East. I sense a familiar aura from you. May I ask what your relationship is with that 'King'?"

"King? Oh, let's just say we're closely related."

"Eh? May I ask your name?"

"My surname is Luo Haru"

"Surname Luo?!" (Surprised)

Hearing Haru’s self-introduction, both Erika and the mature witch named "Lukulazia" showed clear surprise.

This surname might not mean much in China generally, but if it was connected to that "personage," it was a big deal.

Thinking of that fearsome individual, both women felt a mix of fear and awe!

Fear because of her terrifying reputation, and awe because She was one of the "idols" admired by countless women, as well as a pinnacle pursued by many.

"No wonder then So you are associated with that Cult Leader I was wondering why the feeling was so familiar~"

The prestige of Cult Leader Luo Hao was such that in the hidden world, there was virtually no one who didn't know of her. She was the strongest Campione, reigning supreme at the pinnacle of martial might!

Moreover, whether in terms of personal strength or the power of the organization she led, she was also the strongest among all Campione.

Therefore, upon hearing Haru’s words, the previously languid witch couldn't help but show a bit more respect and courtesy in her attitude.

After all, she had no desire to offend the "Martial King." If that happened, her own demise would be the least of her worries—the entire island of Sardinia where she resided might well be sunk.

And the Sword King who ruled over Italy would likely be no match for that Cult Leader.

Moreover, if a war were to break out between Campiones, the resulting damage and destruction would be even more severe!

There was no helping it. Just like Heretical Gods,

Campiones were also a bunch of battle maniacs and mobile, human-shaped natural disasters.

The witch spoke to Haru in flawless Chinese. Although it might seem rude to lie down while speaking to a guest, her current condition was truly special. Even after some recovery, she could only manage slight movement.

Otherwise, she wouldn't have remained lying down the entire time.

Lukulazia Zola, a magician known as the "Witch of Sardinia," was much older than her youthful appearance suggested.

At that moment, she was dressed lightly, perfectly displaying her well-endowed, enchanting curves to outsiders—for instance, her breasts were even more exaggerated than Erika's.

And the beauty welcoming them in a reclining position, her soft eyes exuding an inexplicable charm.

Her flaxen hair was let down, spreading out beautifully.

The smooth, flaxen hair cascaded naturally around her. Outwardly, she looked like a beautiful woman in her prime, perhaps in her twenties, or thirty at most.

Her skin was glossy, crystal clear, and very fair, as if ripe enough to drip with moisture.

One could say that, whether in terms of aura or figure, she was beyond comparison to the still-green Erika.

Simply put, she was ripe!

"Also, I apologize for my earlier indiscretion~"

"Mmm."

Haru certainly knew why the witch before him was apologizing.

It was likely that when she had earlier detected the descent of the Heretical God and used her magic to observe it, she had inadvertently brushed against his presence. Immediately drawn by the aura of the Cult Leader sister on him,

she couldn't help but focus her attention on him, only to be discovered by Haru, who then sought her out.

And upon learning of his connection to the Cult Leader sister, she naturally dared not easily offend him.

As for abilities like precognition and spirit vision, while incredibly powerful and practical, they also carried great danger and hidden risks.

If the target's power far exceeded her own, she would have to pay a corresponding price—in severe cases, it could even lead directly to her demise.

"What a magnanimous young man. But may I ask why you have come? Your people have always been active in China, haven't they? Could it be that the Cult Leader has also..."

It seemed Haru’s arrival had increased the witch's sense of trouble.

After all, anything involving that Cult Leader demanded her utmost caution.

If the Cult Leader were also to descend upon Sardinia, the danger level of this place would skyrocket. She was already starting to consider whether she should evacuate.

Feeling troubled, the witch turned on her side to face the trio.

Since the room lacked electric lights or any other lighting, the beautiful evening sun streamed through the window, illuminating Lukulazia and enhancing her mature charm.

And also, her profound depth!

The cleavage she displayed seemed to reflect the light, appearing even fairer, making the sight both stunning and pleasing to the eye!

"Ara~, have you become entranced by the sight? You haven't answered my question yet, you know? Hehe! Although this might be a bit too intense for a young man... Some troublesome matters have occurred recently, so I cannot get up... But you're actually quite pleased inside, aren't you? Boys are probably all like that."

Stare— (Erika)

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