Chapter 198: Swordswoman, You Dare Engage Us in Close Combat?

Chapter 198: Swordswoman, You Dare Engage Us in Close Combat?

Who would fancy your affection!

The witch laughed with a snort, Really, do you think youre choosing a concubine? Picky as you are, its utterly shameless!

Youre the one who started this topic Ashe muttered, looking down at Lise, who still hadnt come to: You heard her conversation with me just now, didnt you?

Uh-huh. The witch nodded, then crossed her legs and sat on the bed: A pitiable yet terrifying child.

Pitiable and terrifying?

Youve realized it too, havent you? the witch said calmly: Her schemes are real, her amnesia is real, but so is her innocence. She deliberately portrays herself as cunning yet obvious to adults, probably as a means of self-preservation, right? Compared to a child with keen intuition or one who isnt clever enough, someone like her, who can be easily used by others due to her little smarts, is more likely to be favored by adults.New novel chapters are published at novelhall.com

Ashe recalled Lises behavior in the underground hall, where Igor and Harvey had seen through the little girls cunning. Could Annan have missed it?

It was precisely because he saw through it that Annan decided to keep Lise.

Had she been a child who only cried or was too clever, Annan might have handed her over to Red Cap, because what Purple Moth needed was an insect that could immediately participate in her grand scheme yet was easy to manipulate.

Lise vaguely sensed this, which is why she displayed such a personality, deliberately catering to Annans needs.

This child, she might be quite adept at playing her role.

But why did she, at such a young age, know to wear different masks for different occasions, just like Ashe, who seemed to have been battered by society for years?

Memory modification? Ashe said softly: Did someone warp her memory to turn her into a bug designed to exploit loopholes in the Weaving Festival?

To deceive the Divine Master, mere memory modification probably isnt enough. The witch narrowed her eyes: What? Do you sympathize with her? Want to follow her instigation, collude with your comrades, rebel against your boss, and then hand over the results to this little girl?

Ashe suddenly looked at the witch: Youre just like her.

The Witchs heart skipped a beat as she rapidly sifted through her mind for any slip she might have made, though her face showed no sign of it: Just as adorable, am I?

You think the same as she does, that if Im willing, if I desire to do so, I can tear up the Contract, obtain the highest hidden score, and claim the final victory, Ashe said with a smile. Its curious how both of you, having just met me today, have such confidence in me. Do I really come across as that if Im willing to do it, I can definitely achieve it sort of shining figure?

Dont flatter yourself, the Witch snorted. She trusts you simply because she has no one else to use but you.

I actually dont dislike people with goals, Ashe shrugged. A journey is only a journey if you have a destination. What Im doing could only be called wandering.

Im not one to look too far ahead. The future I can see on my tiptoes is what Ill have for lunch tomorrow. As for something as complicated as deciding on rupture, conspiracy, or betrayal 101 days from nowhow could I, 101 days ago, make such a decision? How do you decide where youll have lunch 101 days from now?

Moreover, Ive just arrived in this new Kingdom. Im unfamiliar with its cities, culture, history, institutions, and I dont really understand the true power of the Gospel, let alone the might of the Omniscient Weaver Even though Ive been forced to join an evil organization thats passionate, ambitious, and seemingly promising, Im actually finding it hard to be enthused.

Only after seeing enough scenery will I know whether I prefer dusk or dawn.

The Swordswoman wasnt playing along and spoke deliberately: First, hes not the Observer; hes Ashe Heath, and shes not the Swordswoman; shes Sonya Therave. Second, you really crossed the line.

Observing and even pushing their emotional changes is a taboo of sentiment. If I tell everyone about this, you can forget about having the right to observe ever again.

Whimper The Witch whimpered pitifully: I didnt really say anything though

Why did you bring up the Swordswoman in front of him? the Swordswoman demanded. Youre causing their information to not match up!

But I really dont know that slightly scheming yet adorable Swordswoman who says one thing and means another, yet has a kind heart and often admires herself in the mirror, the Witch said with a twinkle in her eye. Im actually not too fond of lying.

The Swordswoman replied coldly: Out of all the lies youve told, that must be the poorest one.

Suddenly, the Witch changed tack: But why so tense? If it were the Observer catching me, Id accept it, as hes the overall in charge. But you joined this plan unwillingly, didnt you? Why do you care so much about the romantic life between Ashe and Sonya?

Thats not very like you, Swordswoman, the Witch said with a mischievous sparkle in her eye. Could it be that you

Youre doing the same by speaking well of Lise, the Swordswoman said calmly. Isnt it natural to care about ones past self?

After a moment of eye contact, the Witch looked away: Hmph, have it your way.

But Swordswoman, arent you being a bit too arrogant?

The Witch wrapped her legs around the Swordswomans, and with a swift motion, she broke free from the Swordswomans hold. In a fluid reversal of positions, she pinned the Swordswoman beneath her, grabbing her hands together and securing her wrists, while pressing down on her legs to immobilize her. Their black and red tresses mingled together.

Swordswoman, you actually thought, the Witchs voice seemed to transform into an eighteen-part symphony, whispering in the Swordswomans ear: that you have the ability to engage in close combat with us!?

Swordswoman: Let go.

The Witchs voice grew increasingly frenzied and hysterical: You pressed us for so long, now well press you for just as long!

The expression on the Swordswomans face was impassive, but the longsword at her waist was slowly adjusting its angle, searching for the Witchs weak spot. The Witch seemed to sense the Swordswomans movements, but she didnt stop her. A dangerous curve traced the corner of her mouth, as if she was looking forward to a bloody fight with the Swordswoman

Suddenly, a commotion arose outside, it seemed Ashe had walked into Lises room and been seen by others, plunging into an awkward social situation with no easy explanation.

The Witch listened for a moment, the madness on her face receding like the tide, then she said with a sudden smile: To be honest, when you described when you described Ashes personality traits, like everyone else, I didnt believe it.

Its like imagining a blushing Sonya, imagining an Ashe with conscience, humanity, solitude, and fear. Its truly too much of a stretch for our imaginations. That he could even feel compassion for little Lise seemed utterly absurd

The Swordswoman said coldly: But now you see.

Yes, I see, the Witch said softly: Aside from the wickedness suppressed deep within his heart, he does indeed present as a cheerful and sunny good person on the surface. Even without the Enchanting Maiden, he still has companions who follow him.

An Ashe Heath bathed in sunlight, that really makes me so fond of him

that I can hardly wait to destroy him.