Witch Monastery
Chapter 388: A Chance for Vindication
Lisa jumped in fright and hurriedly chanted an incantation, casting her spell. Accompanied by a flash of magical teleportation white light, the next second, she appeared directly on the second floor of the monastery scriptorium, on her familiar little stool.
Beside her, today’s tutor was deep-sea witch Hattie, who was responsible for teaching the girl knowledge related to the ocean. After all, Waterdeep Port was a port city, and going out to sea would be inevitable in the future.
Seeing the teleportation white light flare up, Hattie was startled. After recognizing it was Lisa, she put on a stern face. "You’re late!"
Lisa’s face was flushed red, a thin layer of hot sweat on her forehead—from nervousness at making a mistake, but also from her earlier excitement.
She quickly lowered her head, saying very sincerely, "I’m sorry, Miss Hattie. I was wrong. I’ll definitely pay attention from now on!"
Hattie was about to say something about punishment, but seeing her unusual expression, she suddenly felt something wasn’t quite right.
So the words on the tip of her tongue, she swallowed back. "Good that you know you were wrong. So, what was the reason you were late today?"
Then, visibly, Lisa’s face turned "whoosh—" blood-red in an instant, extremely abnormal.
"I... I..." She was extremely flustered, fumbling for words, lowered her head, and said quietly, "I got distracted playing and secretly ran off to play halfway..."
Hattie lowered her head, looking at her with a serious expression. "Lying isn’t what good children do, Lisa. Tell the truth!"
Under the pressure of Hattie’s powerful presence, finally, Lisa still couldn’t hold it in and quietly revealed the truth. "I saw Priest Charles and Mother fighting naked on the bed."
"I was very curious, so I used magic to hide in the wardrobe and secretly watched for a while..."
Hattie’s face immediately showed shock. She had indeed noticed this little girl had secrets, but she never expected it would be this!
This meant the whole process of Priest Charles making love with Madam Malena had been seen by this little girl!
Hattie instinctively felt somewhat amused—at Charles’s lack of caution, and at the cute little girl before her who was not yet ten years old.
But in front of Lisa, she still tried hard to maintain a stern face. "This is a very private matter between the Priest and your mother. Although he probably wouldn’t mind you peeking, this kind of thing shouldn’t be seen by outsiders."
Lisa sniffled. "I understand. I was wrong, Miss Hattie."
Hattie gently patted her little head. "No need to apologize. I’m not blaming you either. Just don’t let this kind of thing delay class in the future, and don’t let your mother know, understand?"
Lisa blinked, realizing that Hattie didn’t seem to be criticizing her for peeking, but rather... was giving her advice?
This thought surfaced in her mind, and a strange new concept began gradually taking shape in her little head.
... 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞
Meanwhile, in Malena’s bedroom, Charles held the naked, sweat-soaked beauty in his arms, gently nuzzling her cheek. "Feeling better now, darling?"
He actually hadn’t been released yet and was uncomfortably pent up. But the main purpose of this first round was after all to help improve Malena’s mood, so he wasn’t in a hurry to launch a second assault.
Malena turned her head, stuck out her tongue, responding to his kiss. "Mm... thank you, darling. I feel much better."
The two kissed for a while, gradually recovering their stamina and composure. Thinking of her biological brother’s current state, Malena couldn’t help but look worried again. "I told him that unless he can find a way to restore both the Silver Fist and the Holy Infant Sarcophagus, he shouldn’t think about vindicating the family."
Charles’s expression suddenly froze.
He really didn’t know much about the Silver Fist situation, but the Holy Infant Sarcophagus—this relic left behind by a saint from the Church of the Goddess of Life—he knew about that.
This relic hadn’t been destroyed, but had been somehow embezzled by the former city lord and hidden in his treasury—the very treasury he’d handed over to Laeral Silverhand!
Hiss... no way, this crime could also be pinned on Malena’s family?
He never expected there were such connections behind this matter. But come to think of it, in the game, when players personally opened the treasury, a text would pop up on the interface, roughly saying how many unsolved cases were hidden here, and if made public, how many sins would be exposed, how many injustices would be overturned, but those who were wrongly killed could never come back, and so on...
Obviously, Malena’s family was a typical victim who suffered injustice because of this. If not for Charles’s appearance, she would have long ago been raped and murdered by the human traffickers of South Harbor District, becoming another unclaimed corpse in the slums, eventually eaten clean by passing wild dogs.
And Lisa would have been used as a sacrifice offering to Montport, facing an unimaginably terrible fate.
Fortunately, now everyone was still alive, and everything still had a chance to turn around.
Well, it just depends on when Laeral Silverhand returns the relic to the church...
Thinking this, Charles didn’t immediately tell her plainly. He hugged her, gently patting her back, continuing to discuss her brother’s problem with her. "So after you said all that, did he listen?"
Malena closed her eyes, shaking her head painfully. "I’m afraid not."
"The whole afternoon, I kept trying to persuade him not to let hatred blind his eyes, not to sink so deeply into the vortex of revenge." She said softly, "After all, our family really was at fault first, and besides, he can completely start a new life now."
"But I don’t know how to persuade him. He’s grown up now, and when his stubborn temper flares up, I can’t just beat him awake..."
"Priest, if you meet him someday, could you beat him awake for me?"
Charles thought to himself, I don’t have that ability—your brother might not be weaker than me right now.
But looking at Malena’s soft and vulnerable eyes, he lowered his head and gently kissed her cheek. "I’ll try my best, but the prerequisite is that he has to accept me and be willing to listen to what I say."
Only then did Malena turn her sorrow to joy. "Thank you, Priest."
Saying this, she then took the initiative to turn over and straddle him. "You didn’t finish earlier, right? Next, let me take over."
With that, she steadied the still thick and powerful cock, aimed it at the entrance of her garden, then gently sat down. "Oh..."
She let out a melodious moan, while Charles reached up, grabbed her full breasts, and gently kneaded them.
Malena looked down at him, her face as wine-flushed as if half-drunk. The corners of her mouth wore a gentle smile. She let his hands work as they pleased, her round hips lifting slightly, beginning to sway rapidly back and forth like a lotus in a gentle breeze.
The powerful core strength she’d exercised through dance training now came fully into play. Her tight body continuously clamped and sucked at his thick cock. Soon, the two of them once again reached the peak of pleasure together.
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Meanwhile, in South Harbor District, in another location inside the slums, in a hidden room, Shapiro drew a magic circle on the ground, lit magical incense, and chanted an incantation.
After a long while, the smoke produced by the incense reformed together, finally transforming into a slender and alluring female silhouette with a pair of hazy wings behind her. "Shapiro? You found your sister?"
A clear female voice rang out, carrying unquestionable authority. Shapiro quickly lowered his head to show submission. "Yes, I found her. She’s living well now, and Lisa has grown up smoothly, not as sickly and weak as when she was young."
"Oh, she even awakened her bloodline and became a warlock."
Saying this, his voice became somewhat dejected. "They’re living very well now and are very afraid of breaking the current peace, so they’re unwilling to join me in seeking revenge."
Hearing this, the female phantom immediately let out a cold snort. "So she can just let go of the grievances against your parents?"
Shapiro hesitated for a moment. "She seems to feel that the matters of the Silver Fist and the Holy Infant Sarcophagus really can’t be separated from our family’s responsibility."
Hearing this, the ancestor immediately let out a long sigh. "Alas, what a naive and pitiful woman. She’s been blinded by those lies and evasive words, unable to see through the conspiracy behind all this!"
Seeing the ancestor talk about his sister this way, Shapiro felt somewhat displeased, but he had no reason to refute it, because he actually somewhat agreed with these words in his heart.
But, carefully weighing things in his mind and hesitating for a moment, he said to the phantom before him, "I also feel that my sister’s character is too weak, and Lisa is too young and lacks ability. Even if they joined the revenge plan, I’m afraid they’d only hold me back."
"So, ancestor, how about we just let the two of them live peaceful lives here? I’ve already mastered powerful spells now. With just my own strength, I can still complete the revenge mission."
He had softened. Thinking about how much suffering he’d endured to possess his current power and will, he couldn’t bear to let his only two remaining relatives experience such a process again.
Revenge, killing, slaughter—these were things men should do.
As for you mother and daughter, just hide behind and enjoy peaceful lives.
Before him, the ancestor’s huge dark shadow paused for a moment, then lowered her head, gazing at his form.
After a moment, her tone seemed to carry a hint of amusement. "No problem, dear Shapiro. I’m very gratified that you have this sense of responsibility to bear everything alone."
"However, please tell me—where are the mother and daughter living now? I also want to take a good look at their current state."
Shapiro naturally didn’t suspect anything. "The two of them are now living in the residential district constructed by that Count Nigel Charles, living together with a group of Amazons. Hmph, that fame-stealing fraud is cut from the same cloth as the other nobles! The honor of slaying Montport should have belonged to me..."
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