Miss Witch, It's Time to Clean the Entries

But Lian’s method of treatment was truly bizarre.

Catherine even suspected she was being made a fool of.

But then again, no one would be foolish enough to trifle with someone infected with the plague. Wasn’t he afraid of being infected himself?

The loyal maid, Mina, clenched her fists. Several times she wanted to rush in and stop the golden-haired man’s beastly behavior, but the righteous old knight, Kage Mori, held her back.

"You must trust Lord Lian. He is our last hope."

"But, Miss Catherine... if something terrible happens to her..."

Before Mina could finish, she saw Kage Mori’s gaze turn cold.

"Is there anything more terrifying than death?"

Mina said no more.

At the same time, Knight Kage Mori made a silent vow. ’If Lian not only fails to save Miss Catherine but also defiles her, I will give my life to stop him and make him a soul claimed by my sword.’

Inside the simple farmhouse, Catherine gasped for breath. She suddenly realized the itching all over her body had vanished, and her vision had become much clearer.

She could see Lian’s face clearly.

It was an incredibly delicate and handsome face.

"I feel so much better. Thank you, Lord... Lian."

[Entry Points +200]

Catherine’s soft voice and the sound of his points increasing reached Lian’s ears at the same time.

"The treatment isn’t over yet."

Lian didn’t dare leave the [Misfortune Physique] unattended. ’What if she brings a disaster that could wipe out the Green Shade Territory?’

After all, Old Deng had used the Eye of the Future to witness the destruction of the Green Shade Territory countless times.

Therefore, Lian had to be cautious.

Cleaning the [Misfortune Physique] entry the moment he found it was a matter of self-preservation.

"But I’m so tired. I just want to sleep."

Catherine said.

"Then go to sleep. I can manage on my own."

Catherine looked at him with a timid, questioning gaze.

Lian shook his head. "You can’t."

’Who knows if the entry will hide in your clothes once you put them on?’

Catherine’s face flushed red. She lay back on the bed, leaving herself at Lian’s mercy.

Lian was almost distracted by her shyness, but fortunately, his determination to gain points was unwavering.

’What kind of beauty haven’t I seen before? Right?’

Catherine nodded blankly. It seemed she understood, yet at the same time, she didn’t. The look in her eyes could be summed up in two words: utterly shocked.

Lian, ignoring whether she understood or not, prepared to clean Catherine’s second red entry.

The [Misfortune Physique] was harder to deal with than [Infected with the Plague]. It hopped left and right, its speed already comparable to a Two-star Assassin.

Fortunately, Lian was not just an Assassin; he also had a Knight’s enhancements, and his speed surpassed that of a Two-star Assassin.

He finally caught the shameless entry on Miss Catherine’s bottom just as it was trying to burrow inside.

The moment he grasped the [Misfortune Physique], Lian’s consciousness was once again pulled into another space.

In a hazy mist, Lian saw Catherine lying in a grave. Her body was mangled, her skin was festering, and her eyes were shut tight. She was no longer breathing.

This was likely Catherine’s original fate, just like when he had seen Anna’s out-of-control state while cleaning her entry.

The scene shifted. Lian found himself in an unfamiliar town. The architectural style here was completely different from the Green Shade Territory, but he was in no mood to admire the buildings, because a terrified crowd was stampeding toward him.

They passed through Lian’s incorporeal body, crying and screaming as they ran.

"The Lady Witch has lost control!"

"Run! We’re all going to die!"

"Help! Can anyone save me?!"

A red mist billowed behind them. Anyone who came into contact with it collapsed, their bodies breaking out in large rashes as they writhed on the ground, groaning in agony.

Those directly infected by the red mist had virtually no incubation period. The progression of the disease was as if a shortcut key had been pressed; it was only a few minutes from infection to death.

Lian watched in horror, suspecting this was the incident where the Witch of Blue Moon Territory lost control.

He looked up and saw a Witch in a long red dress floating in the sky, slowly approaching.

Just as he was about to get a clear look at the Witch’s face, the scene changed again.

A jet-black High Tower appeared before Lian’s eyes.

The High Tower had only a single small window, from which a black-haired girl of about ten looked out at the world with a lonely expression.

Although her features had changed slightly, her face and hair color indicated that this was a young Catherine.

She was cradling a small blue bird with an injured wing in her hands.

"Oh, little bird, you really shouldn’t have landed on my windowsill. Don’t you know? I’ll bring you misfortune. I am someone abandoned by the gods."

"I’ve lived in this tower for ten years now. My family has probably forgotten all about me."

"Father, Mother, why did you give birth to me?"

"And if you were going to give birth to me, why did you abandon me?"

Catherine wiped the tears from her eyes and comforted the injured blue bird in her hands.

"Don’t worry, I’ll always be with you. Let me be your friend."

"It’s about to die. It can’t be your friend."

A red-haired girl landed lightly on the windowsill. She wore the same type of collar as Sophie. She was a Witch.

"Who are you? How can you fly?"

Catherine stared in surprise at the red-haired Witch.

"I’m Dora. I’ve known how to fly since I was little. This is magic, a gift from the God of Tiger."

The red-haired Witch, Dora, lifted her chin proudly.

Catherine frowned. "Leave. You are not welcome in the High Tower. You are one blessed by the God of Tiger, while I am one cursed by the God of Tiger."

"Are you jealous of me? Jealous that I can fly, jealous that I’m free, jealous that I’m prettier than you?"

Dora raised her eyebrows, her expression full of spirited arrogance.

Catherine was provoked by her words. Yes, she was jealous of those favored by the gods.

’If I had also been favored, I wouldn’t have been abandoned by my family, would I? I wouldn’t be living all alone in this High Tower, would I?’

"But you’re the one living on my turf. The Church built this High Tower for me. So whether you’re jealous of me or not, you’ll have to see me every day, because this is my home. From here, I can see to the farthest places. I can protect the entire Blue Moon Territory, and that includes you, you poor, unlucky bug."

Dora, wearing a long red dress and barefoot, leaped down from the windowsill and walked over to Catherine’s side, speaking with a brilliant smile.

She was like a red rose blooming in the sun, full of life, completely at odds with her title, the Disease Witch.

"You... you’re going to protect me? And live here?"

Catherine asked hesitantly.

"That’s right, unlucky bug. Starting today, this is my home."

Dora replied.

A strange light flashed in Catherine’s eyes.

In ten years, this was the first time she had ever heard someone say they wanted to protect her and live with her in the High Tower she had long inhabited.

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