Another World Witch Training Manual

115. Witch transformation complete.

His hands clenched and unclenched repeatedly, the muscles on his face twitching slightly, clearly indicating that he was suppressing his anger.

After a long pause, he suddenly let out a cold laugh.

"You've got quite the nerve," he nodded, his tone carrying an undisguised threat.

"Alright, I'll give the Church of Light this face tonight. But there's one thing I want you to remember."

He turned around, mounted his horse, and looked down at Alaya, saying slowly and deliberately, "If I catch you, the Church of Light, harboring evidence of a witch."

"Remember, any evidence... I guarantee that no matter who stands behind you, they won't be able to protect you."

After saying that, he yanked on the reins, and the warhorse neighed and galloped back the way it came.

The thirty-odd city defense soldiers hesitated for a moment, then turned their horses around, the sound of hooves gradually fading into the distance and eventually disappearing into the night.

Alaya stood inside the door until the last horse had completely disappeared from sight before slowly closing the door.

Her back was soaked with cold sweat.

In that confrontation just now, every word she uttered was a knife's edge. If Simeon had been any more forceful, if he had really recklessly brought his men in, she wouldn't have been able to stop him at all.

But she could not back down, not even a single step.

Alaya leaned against the door and looked up at the night sky.

The moon was mostly obscured by clouds, leaving only a hazy halo around it. She closed her eyes, her lips moving silently as she prayed to the holy light.

I pray that Sinley can safely bring Eve out.

I pray that the girl who is undergoing witch transformation can get through this most difficult hurdle.

……

The night wind howled across the open fields north of the city.

Xinlai carried Eve and hurried along, finally breaking out of the city at the last moment before the north gate closed.

The soldiers guarding the city initially wanted to stop him for questioning, but after seeing the token at his waist that represented his royal status, they immediately fell silent and stepped aside.

Once outside the city, Xin Lai no longer held back and immediately increased her speed.

Magic infused his legs, allowing him to leap several meters with each step, making the rugged mountain path seem like flat ground to him.

Eve curled up in his arms, her trembling gradually subsiding, but Xinlai knew this was not a sign of improvement, but rather that her consciousness was being devoured by the power of the witch, and she was gradually losing her perception of the outside world.

Her hair was almost completely white, with only a small section of black hair remaining at the ends, which looked particularly striking in the moonlight.

Those once clear purple eyes now showed no trace of their original color, replaced by a deep, rich red, like congealed blood.

The process of becoming a witch has entered its final stage.

Xinlai stopped at the entrance of a valley.

This place is nearly twenty miles from the city, surrounded by mountains and deserted.

There is a wide meadow in the valley, and a stream meanders out from the depths of the valley, shimmering in the moonlight.

He gently placed Eve on the grass and then stepped back a few paces.

Almost at the same moment he stepped back, the power that had been suppressed within Eve finally erupted completely.

A crimson beam of light shot up from her body, piercing the sky and illuminating the night sky for dozens of miles around in an eerie dark red.

The clouds began to spin wildly around the pillar of light, forming a huge vortex. Deep within the vortex, thunder rumbled and rolled, and each thunderclap was accompanied by a bolt of blood-red lightning.

Xinlai stood behind a boulder a few dozen steps away, the violent aftershocks of magic cutting through the surrounding air like sharp blades, tearing the hem of his outer robe to shreds.

The blast wave had cut several shallow gashes on his face, but he was oblivious to them, his eyes fixed on the girl undergoing a transformation in the center of the grass.

Eve's body slowly floated up.

She spread her arms, tilted her head back slightly, and her long white hair danced wildly in the raging torrent of magic.

Her eyes had turned completely red, so intensely red they were almost dripping blood, and the pupils reflected the beam of light shooting into the sky.

The concentration of magic in the air had reached an incredible level, and even the surrounding plants began to mutate.

The wild grass on the lawn grew wildly, and strange red patterns appeared on its leaves.

The stream stopped flowing, and a dark red sheen appeared on its surface. Several night birds that had been roosting in the nearby woods flapped their wings, trying to escape, but they fell the moment they flew into the area enveloped by magic, their feathers falling off one by one, their bodies twisting into bizarre shapes.

Xinlai's breathing became difficult; the air felt like it was filled with lead, and each breath required tremendous effort.

He felt a stinging sensation on his skin, a burning pain caused by the high concentration of magic.

But he did not back down.

He had to watch Eve complete the process with his own eyes.

In mid-air, Eve suddenly let out a scream.

The voice no longer sounded like something a young girl could make; the magic it contained caused the entire valley to tremble.

The rocks tumbled down the mountainside, the stream burst into a cloud of blood-red mist, and even the swirling clouds in the sky seemed to freeze for a moment from the roar.

"Buzz—"

A powerful buzzing sound and shockwave instantly spread outwards from Eve, covering an area of ​​three miles in radius.

Then, everything suddenly became quiet.

The beam of light dissipated, the vortex stopped, and the thunder ceased.

Eve descended slowly from mid-air. The moment her feet touched the ground, her body swayed, and then she collapsed softly to the ground.

Xinlai burst out from behind the boulder.

He ran to Eve's side, knelt on one knee, and helped her up to lean against his chest.

Her body was terrifyingly cold, as if all the warmth had been drained away during the witch transformation.

Her long white hair was scattered on the ground, reflecting a beautiful and poignant glow in the moonlight.

He lowered his head and looked at her face.

Her eyes were closed, and her eyelashes trembled slightly.

Tears seeped from her tightly closed eyes, sliding down her pale cheeks. Her lips moved, uttering a barely audible syllable.

Xinlai bent down and finally heard what she said.

"Father...I'm sorry..."

A breeze stirred in the valley, lifting Eve's long white hair and brushing against Xinlai's hand. The touch was light and cool, like the first snowflake of early winter.

Xinlai silently hugged her tighter, raised her head, and looked at the blood-red clouds that were slowly dissipating in the sky.

The witch transformation is complete.

From this day forward, Tansteen Eve is no longer the daughter of a marquis.

Instead, a completely new witch appeared.

What he had to do was hide her away and protect her before the world turned its knife on her, until she learned how to live as a witch.

In the distance, the sky was already beginning to lighten with the first hint of dawn.

Dawn is approaching.