Starting with the goblin extermination

Adele saw off her last customer, leaned back in her recliner, and lightly tapped her hands in the air, creating two tiny, transparent hands.

She liked the mage's hands, not only because they could gently massage her aching back while she bathed, but also because they could, like now, turn the pages of a heavy book in the air for her.

Sometimes, Adele is glad she's a sorceress, otherwise how could she live such a convenient life?

A tiny, transparent hand is supporting the brick-like book, while another tiny, transparent hand is gently turning the pages, searching for the name that comes to mind.

【Chaos Witch - Diskerdia】

These are the names that appear most frequently on the mysterious scroll that Logan gave himself.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but recall that deep kiss not long ago, which felt so passionate and novel.

She was waiting for the next meeting, knowing Logan would definitely come back again.

After all, this is his reel.

but.

Should I tell him the truth?

Even before she became a god, Discherdia was already well-known to everyone.

The venomous woman in the shadows, the butcher of Balant, the witch of darkness, and the top mage who, together with the great sage Archiros, controls the Imperial Mage Tower.

He has plotted countless schemes and tricks, and is vicious and cruel.

Among the dark gods, he is undoubtedly an evil god.

In the limited records available, those who received its protection were all notorious criminals who have left their mark on history.

The tiny, transparent hands flipped through the pages rapidly, stopping at one of them.

"The Blood Reaper, Casal, was suspected of being blessed by the Chaos Witch Diskerdia. He was executed for kidnapping forty-seven pregnant women and dismembering them alive as a sacrifice."

This is the latest record of a Blessed Holder, dating back 800 years.

Adele stared coldly at the information in this column, her thoughts drifting back to the massive fortress that reeked of the sea breeze.

Icarus Castle.

The Crimson Society's castle—there's no place more devoid of human warmth.

Adele, draped in a black robe, stood alone in the center of the vast audience chamber, feigning composure. Terrifying magical power flowed within her; it was her innate talent, which had once propelled her to the level of a second-tier mage in a month, yet also prevented her from advancing any further.

She knew that the four purple-robed mages of the Crimson Order were standing in the shadows, scrutinizing her and discussing her. She knew that what they saw was a beautiful Tiflin, wearing the black robes the order bestowed upon newly initiated mage apprentices, her beautiful black hair falling over her long neck and shoulders, but nothing more.

Adele was agitated by their disdainful scrutiny, but she simply smoothed her hair and resisted the urge to burn them to ashes.

Icarus, a moving castle adrift in the broken seas, where her home once stood, but where she remained, she always felt a strange unease.

It wasn't just because she had always struggled to advance to the third level of mage; whenever she listened to the rigid teaching methods of the society's blue-robed mages, and heard them teach the most classic magical theories and the most universal spell models, a feeling of nausea churned in her stomach, as if she didn't belong there.

Finally, a purple-robed mage said to her, "Black-robed apprentice Adele, by decree, the Society has decided to banish you from Icarus for eternity."

The verdict has been delivered.

What they saw was an exiled outsider, stripped of all the magic he had learned in the society, and all the possibility of advancement.

Sealing, an ancient tradition of societies dealing with losers.

Thinking of this, Adele bit her lip, blood seeping out, but she couldn't suppress the hatred in her heart. From a black-robed mage in the society, to a bronze-level adventurer, and now to a herbalist shop owner, her life was gradually becoming more peaceful.

She thought her desire to pursue the highest ideal had long since faded, but—

A tiny, transparent hand unfurled the scroll in front of her, and her eyes lit up.

Logan, thank you.

She will find hers; she will receive the blessing of Discherdia.

......

Logan and Elsa pushed open the door of the Birds of the Wood Herb Shop once again, and the familiar sound of wind chimes rang out. The first thing Logan saw was a string of dried strangler vines hanging from the ceiling of the herb shop, shaped like withered and curled-up severed hands, yet emitting a sweet and pungent fragrance, which felt somewhat unfamiliar.

It's only been a week since I last came here, but it feels like a long time has passed.

Perhaps too many things have happened during this period.

This wasn't the first time Logan had experienced this feeling.

During the busiest period of his previous project, he felt like the blink of an eye had brought him from the beginning of the month to the end. Compared to being bombarded by superiors, colleagues, and clients in the office, he didn't dislike this fulfilling adventurer's life now.

Hearing the wind chimes, Adele, who had been reclining in her chair, had already gotten up. Even after a week apart, Tiffany was still radiant, her breasts and hips bulging with full curves, and she walked towards Logan with a beaming smile.

"I thought you'd forgotten me..."

Seeing her again, Logan still felt a stirring in his heart; he certainly couldn't forget that kiss. He wasn't one to hold back; having come to this other world, the moral constraints of his past life had long been cast aside.

Moreover, in Babylon, it has always been an age-old custom for the strong, regardless of gender, to have more spouses.

Whether it was Arlando, who unified the continent in the past, or the current Empress of the Southern Sava Empire, they have set an example for the strong people of the entire continent.

But he couldn't figure out the woman's background.

He needed to figure out whether it was lust at first sight, a fleeting romance, love at first sight, or something else entirely.

However, putting everything else aside...

At least her pay was quite good.

Adele gently placed her hand on Logan's waist, slowly leaning forward, ignoring Elsa beside her, her breath brushing against Logan's nose. She turned her head and sniffed Logan.

A taste I miss, the taste of that night, and—

The taste of a professional.

Her eyes were filled with surprise as she gently wrapped her arms around Logan's waist, her tail entwined around her plump thighs.

"I'm sorry, a lot has happened this week."

Elsa stood quietly beside Logan, looking calmly at Adele, her expression unwavering.

It was as if she didn't care at all.

Why?

Even though it was she who was holding Logan, Adele felt a sense of defeat.

Just like a husband who hasn't been home for a long time.

What happened between them in that short week?

What followed was a feeling of unfamiliarity.

Hey.

The last time she felt this way was... no, there was no last time. This was the first time in her life she had felt jealous because of a man. In the distant past, she had always been the one being envied, right up to this day.

Then came a faint anger. It was like the feeling she had when her mother sewed the toy for her by hand before she was taken away by the society as a child, and her brother snatched it away.

In the end, she secretly added some ground datura root powder to his teacup, causing him to have nightmares for half a month, which finally gave her a good venting of her anger.

But what she remembers most vividly is the anger she felt when her toys were taken away.

Finally, there was bewilderment.

She was taken aback by her emotional turmoil.