The Witch’s Convent

Seeing it was her, Yuta’s mood immediately plummeted. Hearing her last words, Yuta glared angrily at the nun: “Cuivis, what exactly do you want to say?”

Cuivis, the Witch of Deadly Poison, was another member of the convent. She was the earliest witch to follow Selene and was absolutely loyal to her, thus earning her complete trust.

When Selene was not present, Cuivis was responsible for managing the day-to-day affairs of the convent, regulating the behavior of other witches, and mediating disputes among them, to prevent their sometimes uncontrollable and extreme actions from endangering the safety of the entire convent.

On normal days, the witches of the convent hunted independently and lived in peace with each other. However, should a witch make a mistake or embarrass herself, she could not avoid being harshly ridiculed, mocked, and scorned by Cuivis’s sharp tongue.

Just like now.

Faced with her mockery, Yuta was very angry, yet at the same time, she felt she had little ground to stand on.

Her perspectives had been corrected, and now whenever she recalled that night, deep guilt and regret overwhelmed her.

Moreover, putting those feelings aside, the death of over a hundred people was indeed a shocking case that rocked the entire Liberl Port. The other witches in the convent might indeed face many troubles because of her lack of control.

“It’s nothing. I just think that you’ve caused such a huge hassle for the convent, which would surely displease Lady Selene, so I find it very annoying too.” Cuivis stuck out her slender, forked tongue, much like a real serpent’s tongue. “On ordinary days, you are extravagant and wasteful, killing a person and only consuming a bit of their souls; that could be overlooked. But on that night, you couldn’t control your desire. Tsk tsk, are you still a noble witch? How is that behavior any different from a sow in heat?”

“If you want me to stop mocking you, you can. Just admit that you are indeed a sow, and I’ll let it go.” She smiled abruptly. “Come on, Yuta, say it once, let me hear it.”

In the depths of Yuta’s beautiful reddish-purple eyes, anger burned fiercely, ultimately condensing into a striking intent to kill: “Don’t push me to act, Cuivis!”

……

Hawthorne was in the kitchen, contemplating the system interface to decide on today’s lunch, when he heard Heidi’s voice calling from outside: “Master, are you in there?”

He tapped lightly a few times on the system interface, setting the kitchen knife and ingredients to start preparing on their own, before responding to the voice outside, “I’m here.”

Creak—

The door was pushed open, and Heidi, clad in a thick nun’s robe, walked in and closed the door behind her, then softly said, “Master, I have something I’d like to discuss with you.”

Hawthorne reached out, wrapping his arm around her shoulders, remaining silent and signaling for her to continue. Thus, Heidi nestled into his embrace and said, "According to custom, the convent should distribute porridge again."

As she spoke, the Nun Garb she wore had slightly shifted. A hot hand pressed against her ample backside, kneading up and down.

A flush of excitement appeared on Heidi's face, and upon hearing her words, Hawthorne raised an eyebrow, then nodded, murmuring to himself, "Oh right, it is time to distribute porridge."

The porridge distribution site is also one of the essential buildings to be established by the convent. Each porridge distribution can boost the convent's reputation—essentially the experience points needed for the convent to level up—in other words, it's a way to buy experience with money.

After some disasters, many people in the slum are left with broken homes and hearts filled with fear. During such times, providing porridge relief can earn extra reputation.

Hawthorne also agreed that now was the right time to distribute porridge. After all, just a few days ago, over a hundred people had died in the slum, making it a major disaster by any measure. The frightened and anxious residents needed reassurance, and the benefits of aiding the poor would naturally be much higher than usual.

"Then let's proceed according to custom," Hawthorne said, while his other hand moved forward, climbing onto her chest, kneading her ample bosom, with two fingers pinching the tip, that soft grape.

"Um... then I'll prepare for it tomorrow," Heidi said, her face slightly flushed, breathing heavily. She could feel that one of Hawthorne's fingers had already slipped inside her body from below, stirring slowly.

Her body began to respond with excitement, but her lips continued to speak: "If all goes well, we should be able to set up the tent the day after tomorrow, and then use that to gather some information, um..."

Once, the witches would ostensibly distribute porridge for relief, but in reality, they were using it as an opportunity to identify those who were alone, whose deaths would go unnoticed, to capture as playthings and food.

Now, Heidi no longer needed to feed on human souls, but she still remembered this activity. Firstly, it was to maintain the convent’s image externally, and secondly, she wanted to use it as a chance to gather intelligence about movements in the slum to prepare for any unexpected changes that might occur.

“Oh, you don’t need to specifically set up tents anymore.”

However, at this moment, Hawthorne suddenly said, “Later, I’ll construct a dedicated building to serve as a permanent porridge distribution site.”

Currently, the convent did not have a specific “porridge distribution” building, so when Heidi and the others previously provided relief, they would simply set up a makeshift tent at the convent’s entrance and then attract the poor to come and receive porridge.

This method was naturally much less efficient than constructing a dedicated convent building. However, given that they had done this numerous times, gradually accruing reputation, their standing was quite high in the vicinity, and even throughout the South Harbor District.

In fact, the convent's experience points were actually enough to level up already. However, leveling up to level two required not just a thousand Purification Points but also the convent's actual land area to reach ten thousand square meters, so Hawthorne gave up the idea after just a glance.

Still, since reputation could continue to accumulate, he didn’t mind spending these hundred Purification Points, so building the structure sooner was more appropriate.

“Hmm? Okay.” Heidi replied, her gaze growing dreamy. “Ah, Master, but on that day, the kitchen will likely be busy all day, so Master might find it a little inconvenient…”

She was already moved, and Hawthorne could clearly feel that the liquid representing desire was slowly seeping from her body, even flowing onto his palm.

Truly, she was a witch from the deep sea...

He sighed inwardly, then withdrew his fingers and began to undress himself, saying, "Hmm, it’s no problem, I can manage. Oh, when you go out to shop, remember to keep an eye on Die’s movements; she is currently our greatest threat."

After giving this instruction, he found the right position and then entered in succession.

"Ah—Master..."

Heidi let out a charming moan from her throat, and then Hawthorne grasped her two snowy peaks with both hands, his waist moving as his lower abdomen continuously collided with her rounded, ample backside, creating wave after wave of impact that echoed with crisp sounds throughout the kitchen.

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