Witch Taming System-Chapter 64: Telekenesis

"Hi, Lancel."

Fiore lay in bed when he entered. She was noticeably weaker than before. Her blue hair was slightly unkempt, while her golden eyes held a tired gleam.

According to Countess Gretelle, Duchess la Blanc had instructed that she remain in bed for a week to avoid overexerting herself while she recovered.

"This is funny. There are two Lancels."

"...."

While she wasn’t completely out of it, the effects of Death Parallax were still there. She spoke normally, yet her perception remained distorted. She even mentioned that she was seeing two other women in the room.

But when Lancel glanced around, there was no one else.

At first, she had been afraid. But as the days passed, she seemed to have grown used to it, treating what she saw less like a threat and more like something she could laugh off.

"By the way, Lancel."

"Yes?"

Fiore leaned closer, bringing her lips close to his ear. Her voice dropped to a whisper.

"I saw it."

"...."

"Your magic."

"...Uh?"

"Don’t worry," she continued. "I won’t tell anyone. Not even my Master. Thanks for saving me."

She leaned back with a small giggle. Lancel turned toward her with a serious look.

"How much did you see?"

That mattered.

If she had seen anything beyond that moment, if she could describe what happened after Nyarlathotep, then at least he would have something to go on.

"Some ice," Fiore said, thinking for a moment. "And some light magic. I only caught a glimpse before I passed out completely. But still... that’s impressive."

"...."

"Ice, I can understand. Countess Lieber must’ve been teaching you in secret, right? But light... that’s different. And the structure of your spell wasn’t bad either. I’d usually say you should focus on one field, but in your case... You might actually have the talent for both."

That wasn’t exactly true.

Those spells hadn’t come from him. By now, Lancel had already confirmed that much. The calculations and the structure originated with the witches tied to the system, not him.

All he did was supply mana, enough to let the spell form through him before releasing it.

But still...

"And you didn’t see anything after that?"

"I don’t think so..." Fiore tilted her head slightly. "Why? Is there something you don’t want me to see?"

"No, not exactly..."

"Hmm... Well, whatever the case, you’re pretty strong, huh? And here I thought you were someone I could just swat away."

Lancel pulled up the system as Fiore kept talking.

Unfortunately, no contract was formed with Fiore. Even so, it wouldn’t be right to say that nothing had come out of the entire incident.

After all...

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Host: Lancel

Rank: Novice Witch

Level: 7

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Primary Attributes

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Strength: 6.6

Vitality: 4.0

Mana: 3.2

Agility: 6.0

Endurance: 6.1

Resonance: 1.3

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The most surprising change was his endurance.

It had risen from 4.1 to 6.1.

Lancel stared at the number for a moment, already understanding why. Having his arm cut off, then pushing through it without stopping, the system had clearly recognized that.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

"Hm? Nothing." Lancel closed the system.

"Anyway, as I was saying..."

They continued talking after that, as if they had known each other far longer than they actually had.

"Lancel, let’s be friends from now on."

"Aren’t we already friends?"

Lancel answered without much thought.

Truthfully, he didn’t find Fiore unpleasant. If anything, she felt grounded in a way that stood out. It was easy to tell how much care Countess Gretelle had put into raising her, especially when compared to the other witches he had encountered.

That wasn’t to say she wasn’t strange in her own way.

She trusted too easily. The moment her suspicions were dismissed, she let them go just as quickly, giving her the impression of a naive girl.

But in a place like Riviere, that kind of trait felt... refreshing.

"Oh. You’re right."

Fiore paused, then continued.

"Then... do you remember what I said I’d do if I ever met a male witch?"

"Yes...?"

Lancel did remember.

"F-Forget about it..." Fiore turned her head away. "I was just saying that at the time..."

Lancel looked at her.

For some reason, her ears were red.

* * *

"You’ve got a letter, Lancel."

Two days had passed since the incident, and ever since then, Lancel had remained inside his room under the pretense of studying magic.

"Lancel?"

There was still no answer.

After a moment, the sound of the door unlocking echoed.

Faust took it as permission and stepped inside. But the moment she took in the sight, she stopped.

"...."

Though not high, and only slightly lifted from their original positions, items were suspended all around the room, such as books, small objects, and scattered tools, all hovering in place.

At the center of it all, seated on the floor, was Lancel, his eyes closed, sweat dripping from his forehead.

"Telekinesis?"

It was the most basic neutral spell in a witch’s arsenal. Telekinesis had countless uses, from simple levitation to flight, to integrating it into more complex spell structures.

It was often called the bread and butter for magic. Without telekinesis, many advanced spells wouldn’t even be possible.

Lancel’s progress was strange.

It had only been a month since he started learning magic properly, and yet he was already attempting telekinesis. More than that, Faust hadn’t even taught him this.

The next moment, the objects suspended in the air dropped all at once.

Lancel let out an exhale, calming his breathing before opening his eyes. Only then did he notice Faust standing there.

"Sorry. I needed to finish the exercise."

"Why didn’t you ask me to help you?"

"Well, you were busy. And I read that the process for telekinesis differs from witch to witch. So I figured your method might not help me much..."

That was true. The process of telekinesis did vary from witch to witch.

Some activated it through visualization, forming a clear image in their mind before applying force to it.

Others relied on instinct, treating it as an extension of their own body as they moved objects the same way they would move a limb.

There were even those who structured it through calculations, breaking down distance, weight, and direction before applying telekenesis.

There was no single correct method. It depended entirely on the individual.

"I guess you’re right. Still, I could’ve given you some pointers, though."

Faust pouted. For someone her age, the expression felt oddly out of place, yet it was strangely endearing.

Still, she handed him the letter.

"Anyway, this came for you. When did you get close to Ishtar?"

"We’ve formed some sort of friendship... I guess...?"

Lancel unfolded the letter. His brows furrowed as he read its content, before looking back at Faust, who was clearly expecting an answer.

"She’s inviting me out for a picnic..."

"Huh?"