Alros look at the purple-haired woman with glare that would make even the bravest of warriors cower in fear. Yet, it did nothing but made her glare harder in at him, despite being at his mercy.
The demon let out growl, 'Let see how well you can glare after you are under me for an hour,' was his thought.
Realizing resistance is futile, with her being trapped by the vines and the fact her mana was now completely empty due to the bugs around her, the woman stopped moving, though she looked at Mina with a complicated gaze.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" Mina asked, feeling weird about the gaze of the woman towards her. She could not describe is as other than caring, as if she was her long lost daughter.
"You truly don't know of who you actually are, do you?" the woman asked, ignoring the question Alros asked her earlier.
"What are you talking about?" she asked, as the feeling of being connected towards her get stronger.
"Haha! Because you are a witch- hurkgh!" as Mina remember several past trauma, the demons as busy strangling the woman.
The only reason he did not snap the woman's neck yet is because of the desire to make her suffer for causing pain, even of the traumatic kind, towards his lover.
As one hand busy choking the life out of the woman, the other one is behind the back of his lovely alchemist, his arm wrapped around her smaller form.
While he comfort Mina, his hand that was choking the woman loosened, letting her blue face regain some colour as she took some much needed air.
As Mina stop trembling, Alros turned his attention to the woman he wanted nothing more to than give to his monsters for a gangbang session.
"You have three minutes to say why you call her a witch or will make sure you wish for a swit death," the warming seem to stick this time as she immediately answered, even as his hanf still wrapped around her neck.
"It's because she is a witch," the hand about to tighten when she continued, "just like me," the hand stopped, before he put the woman on the ground.
She get on all four, one hand moving towards her neck as she heaved.
"Yes, the feeling is one that only witch can feel. As long as there is another witch in the vicinity, then another witch can sense their presence, unless one actively concealed their aura," she explained, earning an "oh," from Mina.
"One question, why are witches so reviled. The people of the town she was from actively harm her short of killing her, and that is when they are not even sure she is a witch, only speculation. What made witches so hated in the Duchy,"
The two watched as the woman, who was amicable at the two suddenly have a murderous look on her face.
"It's the damned Duke! Cursed his lineage for a thousand years! Suffer for all the misery you caused us!" the witch screamed like a madwoman, causing the demon to quickly hit her at the back of her neck, knocking her out.
After the woman lose consciousness, Alros carried her to one of the guest bedroom they have on the upper floor.
As for them, they took the time to digest the new information by indulging in some alcohol.
"Urgh," Mina groaned, her face red from the wine. Besides her, Alros keep watched. As a demon his tolerance to alcohol is great, making it harder for him to be drunk.
At least he never find an alcohol capable of making him drunk yet.
"How do you feel?" he asked. The witch groaned, as she let her face fell on the table.
"Did I deserve all the abused?" she asked, ignoring his question.
"No," he answered immediately. "Aside fr being born as a witch, you did nothing to them aside for selling potions. If that is considered wrong and deserved all the abused you face, then a lot of people would suffer the same fate as you," he gave her a long reply before giving the drunken witch a one-armed hug.
The drunken witch snuggle on his chest, content and happy after hearing his answer. Soon, Alros could hear the snoring of his cute alchemist witch. Carrying her bridal style, he brought them to their room before covering their bodies with blanket.
One arm remained around her smaller form, as Alros thought more of the implication.
'Are there more witches? Will they treat her well? Can I use them for my plan?' is one of the few things he thought about, before sleep soon claim him.