It felt so good to be close to the witch!

It feels so good to be close to the witch! (Author: San Gu Zi)

Summary:

What's it like to marry a witch right after transmigrating? Roy says, "Witches taste pretty good!"

Chapter 1 Ceremony

The intense throbbing in his brain made Roy unconsciously frown.

He opened his eyes and saw a stone house that was neither too big nor too small.

The walls were built of hard granite, and torches were stuck around them. The flickering flames highlighted the dark red and black stains on the walls.

The place where Roy was lying was a circular stone platform that rose from the ground, with intricate curves engraved on it and the paint was bright and vivid, the color of fresh blood.

On the wall directly opposite his gaze was a half-closed, dark black iron door, with a chain hanging from the bolt to the ground, reflecting an eerie red light in the firelight.

A secluded room, torches, a circular platform, dark red stains...

The distinctive appearance of the item made Roy gasp, instinctively thinking of terrifying cult rituals, and a chill ran down his spine.

"Huchi..."

Roy took a deep breath in and out three times in a row, suppressing his panic and forcing himself to calm down.

Although he didn't know why he had been kidnapped and brought to this "evil place" after waking up from a hangover, he knew that panicking wouldn't solve anything.

The most crucial thing right now is to find a way to escape.

Thoughts churned in his mind. Just as Roy was pondering his escape plan, the crisp sound of footsteps came from the crack in the door, making his heart clench.

"Snapped--"

The iron door was pushed open forcefully from the outside, and a large amount of cold air rushed in, causing the flames in the fireplace to flicker a few times.

Under the cover of night, the pale crimson moonlight, like a veil, draped over a girl with long white hair.

Her fair skin glowed slightly red under the crimson moonlight, her face was exquisite, and she wore a long white dress with crimson accents.

What is most striking are the fine black lines that constantly move within her pale silver pupils.

An indescribable chill enveloped the entire stone house with the arrival of the girl.

Roy's body stiffened instantly, and an invisible force descended upon every inch of his body.

What's this?

In an instant, Roy felt an overwhelming sense of horror.

White hair and silver eyes could be explained by cosplay, but the black lines wandering in the other person's eyes and the strange power that rendered him unable to move an inch were inexplicable.

Evil magic?

Or……

Before Roy could think any further, the girl had already walked to the bedside where he was.

As the two drew closer, the chill intensified. Visibly, starting from where the girl stood, azure frost spread outwards, covering the ground, climbing onto the bed, and eventually enveloping Roy's limbs.

Roy wanted to call for help, but at this moment, the only part of his body that could move was his eyelids, and he couldn't make a sound at all. He could only watch helplessly as the girl walked to the bedside, looked down at him, her silver eyes full of indifference, and then reached out her hand.

A delicate orchid fragrance wafted into his nostrils. Luo Yi could clearly feel a soft yet icy finger lightly touching his neck, then sliding down to tear open his clothes, revealing his emaciated upper body.

Running your fingers over it brings a ticklish sensation, and vaguely, it seems as if some kind of liquid is painting on his chest.

Finally, the fingers stopped on the left side of the chest, directly opposite the heart.

"Boom! Boom!"

Despite feeling ice-cold all over, Roy felt his heart pounding wildly, which made his whole body feel incredibly hot.

"Zheng——"

With a buzzing sound, a complex, blood-red ring lit up from the circular platform beneath Roy, and at the same time, a similar ring with a reversed rotation appeared on Roy's chest.

"Feel sorry……"

A cold, clear voice entered my ears, accompanied by the feeling of something being forcibly squeezed into my heart.

A sharp pain swept through his body, and he seemed to see something gray flash before his eyes, but before Roy could look, he lost consciousness in the next instant.

……

"Young Master Roy, Young Master Roy, wake up! Wake up!"

The anxious shouts echoed in his ears, and the swaying sensation gradually brought Roy's muddled mind back to normal.

Roy... young master?

...Are you calling me?

Roy slowly opened his eyes, and what came into view was a middle-aged knight with a face full of anxiety.

He wore heavy, gleaming gray-silver full-body armor, which showed signs of meticulous daily care. However, subtle cuts and dents were still visible, proving that this armor was not just for show, but a genuine suit of armor honed through countless battles.

At this moment, the visor of the knight's helmet was pulled up, revealing a middle-aged Western-style face with a full beard.

Seeing Roy open his eyes, the knight's face lit up with joy. Just as he was about to say something, Roy suddenly groaned, reached out and covered his head, his face contorted in a grimace.

"Young Master Roy!"

Seeing this, the knight's expression turned anxious. He dared not delay and quickly and gently carried Roy on his back, galloping towards the city.

……

After half an hour.

Lord's residence.

Inside the room, Roy lay on the bed, listening to the doctor's words outside: "Don't worry, young master Roy is just weak and needs more rest." Then, the sound of footsteps receding into the distance followed.

The door closed, and Roy opened his eyes, looking at the white-gray ceiling with a complicated expression.

At this moment, some memories that did not belong to him appeared in his mind.

It was precisely because of the impact of these memories that he suffered so much.

Roy Turenbel, a man with the same name, is sixteen years old. He is from the Radiant Empire. His father is the lord of Blackrock Territory, an Imperial Lord, and his mother died of illness shortly after his birth.

As the eldest son of the Lord of Blackrock, Roy Turenbell's treatment was undoubtedly excellent. However, having lost his mother at a young age and with his father busy with political affairs and often away from home, he lacked discipline and gradually developed bad habits. He neglected his studies and knightly training, and recently, influenced by someone, he has become obsessed with nightingales, causing his physical condition to deteriorate.

The reason Roy Tulumber was kidnapped this time was because he secretly went outside the city to meet a nightingale.

……

Inside the room, Roy stood up, walked to the full-length mirror, and took off his clothes.

He had black hair, brown eyes, and a frighteningly pale face. His upper body was emaciated under his clothes, with his ribs clearly visible.

Of course, none of that matters. What matters is that his left chest is completely unharmed, and when he touches it, he can feel his heart beating normally and strongly inside.

It's as if everything last night was just a nightmare.

But Roy doesn't think so.

Because in front of him was a gray character panel that only he could see.

These characters were the gray things he had seen before he lost consciousness last night.

-

[Currently suffering from the corruption (curse, manipulation) of an item containing "[Lustful Demonic Source] - Mixed Branch Magic"...]

[This magical item has been absorbed! Energy reserve progress +97%!]

Current energy reserve progress: 98%

-

To the left of the character, there is something resembling an octagonal Rubik's Cube, which is constantly rotating. 98% of its parts are glowing, and it is only 2% away from being fully filled.

The origin of the panel was unknown, but the information displayed on it made Roy's heart sink.

"Curse, manipulation..."

"As expected, everything last night wasn't a dream. What exactly does that white-haired, silver-eyed witch want to do?!"

Yes, a witch.

This world is different from Earth; it is a world with extraordinary power. Ordinary people can gradually become stronger by tempering their bodies and become knights through secret techniques.

But those called witches are an anomaly among them.

Girls aged sixteen and under have an extremely small chance of transforming into "witches," wielding terrifying abilities that even knights cannot match.

But becoming a witch is not a good thing.

Not only does it bring all sorts of disasters during the transformation, but each time the ability is used afterward, the soul accumulates a certain amount of pollution.

Once the corruption of her soul exceeds a certain threshold, the witch will lose control and transform into a monster that destroys everything.

Therefore, once discovered, the vast majority of witches are controlled and managed by the Imperial Temple, and are driven by special devices to serve the towns. Roy's Blackrock Territory has a witch serving there.

However, the existence of witches is very mysterious. In the original owner's memories, Roy Turenbell knew that there was such a witch in Blackrock Territory, but he had never seen her. He only knew that she was not a witch who was good at fighting.

Roy couldn't help but recall the white-haired, silver-eyed witch he had seen last night. The black threads constantly moving within her pupils were a sign that her soul had accumulated to a very deep level of corruption.

An unrestrained, out-of-control alien witch?

What is her purpose in using her abilities to erode and control me?

With too little known information, Roy could hardly make any effective deductions, but he knew one thing clearly—he had been targeted by that white-haired, silver-eyed witch with unknown motives!

Roy didn't know exactly what the magical item the white-haired, silver-eyed witch had left in his body was, but judging from the hints on the gray character panel, it was definitely related to "curse and control." And now, that thing had been absorbed and transformed into the energy of the Rubik's Cube.

The failure of the opponent's methods did not make Roy happy; on the contrary, he felt a deep sense of worry.

If the other party is confident in controlling him in this way, they likely also have monitoring methods. In other words, the white-haired, silver-eyed witch may have already realized that the "thing" she left in her body has disappeared.

Dangerous!

A cold wind blew in through the cracks in the window, landing on Roy's unclothed upper body, making him shiver.

After getting dressed and lying back down in bed, the warmth of the blankets gradually dispelled the cold. Roy racked his brains trying to figure out what to do next.