Miss Witch, please don't leave your fragrance everywhere

If an experienced person came to the top, he would be amazed at the luxury of the giant tree: all the materials used to build the platform are rare in the world, including magic crystal ore that can only be collected at the old site of Yamauroti.

The Green Witch doesn't like to communicate with outsiders, but is happy to spend time to build her own residence. The space on the giant tree is not desolate, but decorated by the Green Witch like a small paradise. There are stone puppets walking in the garden. They are servants made by the Green Witch, and also her friends. She gave each puppet a name and often chats with them.

By the way, the puppet does not have the same intelligence as Anna. In the final analysis, it is just talking to the stone, but a silent listener is what the "Blue" witch really desires.

The puppets were busy carrying out the procedures set by the witch, cleaning what needed to be cleaned and maintaining what needed to be maintained. They had no procedures for welcoming guests, and they did not have the ability to fight. The "Green" witch believed that anyone who could climb the giant tree independently must be an experienced magician, and they would never be their opponent relying on puppets.

Angelica ignored the puppet and strode straight to the luxurious manor in the center of the platform.

"Trasir! You give me..."

As soon as I opened the door, I saw the fair body of a young girl with disheveled hair amidst piles of manuscript papers.

"…Thank you for the treat."

"I'm sorry, Master, I'm sorry for being so rude. Please forgive me."

Anna quickly closed the door, and Angelica had no intention of closing the door or feeling ashamed.

A few seconds later, a girl's scream was heard in the manor.

"Just now, that was..."

Sister Alice, who was shocked, finally came to her senses.

"Trasher is making a fuss. I've seen this before."

"Is that the real Green Witch? But why... is she not wearing any clothes?"

"She has a strange habit. When she's inspired to write, she feels that clothes are a hindrance, so she will take off all her clothes. It's normal to indulge a little at home, right? The nun must have done this before, too. On a hot summer day, if there's no one around, she would lift up her skirt to let the air dry. "

"I didn't do that!"

Sister Alice blushed as she argued for her honor.

Angelica was somewhat surprised. She didn't expect Sister Alice to be the type who is consistent in her appearance and inner self. Unlike Angelica, who only pretends to be a lady on the surface and has no manners at all in private, Angelica had her reasons. After all, the skirts in this world are so thick and long, and it is really hot in summer.

Anna's sharp gaze came from behind.

"Master, please be sure to reduce such unladylike behavior."

"It's nothing private..."

"The details in life are of utmost importance. Your daily habits may show up in key social situations."

Anna started to lecture Angelica. She would not easily accommodate Angelica in situations that might tarnish her master's glorious image. Of course, Angelica herself was sacred in Anna's heart no matter what, but she could not allow Angelica to embarrass herself in front of outsiders.

"Hei! You are so rude--"

After putting on his clothes again, Trahil pushed open the door aggressively, ready to settle the score with Angelica.

However, the moment he saw Anna and Sister Alice, Trahil's momentum came to an abrupt end.

“……………………”

It was unclear what expression was underneath the long green hair that covered his entire face. Anyway, Trahil shrank his neck and closed the door again.

Anna and Sister Alice vaguely heard Trahil's whispers.

"Strange, strange face...hiss...ha..."

Is she... afraid? She's obviously a witch...

326 Blood Clan Nun and Autistic Succubus

"Open the door! Trahill! Don't think I don't know you're in there!"

"No! I don't want it!"

Trahil tried desperately to lock the door, and outside the door was Angelica banging on the door frantically, with an attitude as if she was the wife of a mistress.

Although Trahil knew only a little about Angelica, he knew that Angelica was the kind of person who took good care of her body and she would never do something like slapping her hands until they were red and swollen.

Sure enough, Angelica calmed down after a while.

The weight on Trahil's heart finally fell. They should leave, right...?

boom--

"babble?!"

ax.

An axe smashed a gap from the outside, and Angelica's head poked in from the gap, revealing a bright and beautiful smile.

"Here is Angelica~"

Trahil's eyes rolled back and he almost fainted.

By the time she came to her senses, Angelica had already used the gap to find the door handle, opened the main door from the inside, and broke into Trahil's room without any remorse.

"Long time no see, Trahil. Really, you always overreact when you see a new face. Does Anna look like a fierce type?"

Trahil nodded frantically like a chicken pecking at rice. Anna was quite shocked. She didn't feel as good about herself as Angelica, but like other ordinary girls, she was confident enough about her appearance. She didn't expect that she would scare others.

"Excuse me for disturbing you, Lord Trahil. Please don't worry. Anna is a loyal servant to her master and has no improper intentions."

"..."

Trembling with fear, Trahil could not utter a word.

Angelica held her forehead and sighed. So many years had passed, but Trahil still hadn't grown at all.

"Don't be confused, Anna. I guarantee with my honor that she is the real Blue Witch Trasil. She is one of the few extraordinary people in the world who has obtained eternal life like me. Even though she is like this, most magicians are no match for her, of course not including me."

There are also differences between extraordinary people. I am better than Trahil. Angelica did not forget to brag about herself while explaining.

Although it was somewhat unbelievable that a witch who reigned at the pinnacle of the magic world would curl up like a hamster, if seen by the famous chief magicians of the court, they would probably prefer to believe that they were under an illusion.

But Anna was more concerned about other issues than what kind of person Trahil was.

"It's okay, go ahead, Anna."

"But……"

"I agreed on her behalf."

Seeing the messy arrangement of things in the hall, Anna's occupational disease flared up again.

After hurriedly asking Trahill for instructions, Anna immediately plunged into the cleaning.

Sister Alice then stepped forward. Unlike Anna who was a little concerned about Trahil's shyness, Sister Alice still maintained her enthusiastic missionary attitude.

“Nice to meet you, sister. Thank God for His guidance, which attracts every devout soul to each other!”

"Eh? You are..."

"When I was baptized, the priest gave me the name Alice... huh?"

Sister Alice's pupils suddenly contracted. She saw something filthy that she shouldn't have seen.

Tail.

The devil's tail ends in a heart shape.

"Are you a succubus?!"

The heart-shaped tail is the most unique symbol of succubus. Their tails can be used freely like fingers and can be used in various ways.

Sister Alice's demeanor suddenly changed.

"Succubus...! The Lord's failed creation."

"Miss Nun, I don't agree with you that it's a failed creation. How could God create a failed race? Since it exists, it must be correct. If you think the existence of succubus is a mistake, then the only explanation is that you fail to understand God's intention, because God does not make mistakes."

"Hmm... The angel's words always save my lost soul. But it's still strange, isn't it? Succubus actually wrote about monastic life..."

"It's really subtle for a vampire like you to say that."

In name, the church does not welcome succubus and vampires because they both have a racial nature of destroying lives. Sister Alice is deeply influenced by the church and thinks that succubus are an obscene race. She seems to have completely forgotten that she is also a nun who is a vampire but believes in God.

Sister Alice, who was slow to react, suddenly realized something and with a pale face she opened the monastery book that had not yet been opened.

Sister Alice's face gradually turned red, and Angelica observed the nun's emotional changes with interest.

The content is not at all the experience of a devout believer's life in a monastery as imagined by Sister Alice. Instead, it describes the various forbidden emotions that develop among the nuns in the monastery in loneliness.

"Lord...if I am guilty, please punish me instead of letting the banned book mislead the public..."

“Is the content inside untrue?”

"How can this be true! Nuns are believers who have dedicated their bodies and souls to God. How can they be so...impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

"Maybe Miss Sister didn't notice it?"

According to Angelica's experience, in places full of girls, they either develop into the dozens of WeChat groups she had in the six-person dormitory before, or they have close friendships with each other, such as touching someone who is more plump, calling each other wife, etc. Angelica's former school, Santa Barbara Girls' School, tends to be the latter, but schools that train ladies will not be very direct.

Sister Alice was speechless for a moment. She then noticed that during her life in the monastery, she had devoted all her energy to reading spiritual food and knew very little about the lives of other sisters in the monastery. After all, if she had too many interactions with other people, Sister Alice's identity as a vampire would probably be difficult to conceal.

"What's in it... is just my imagination. I have never been to the monastery."

Trahil whispered, and by the way, Sister Alice was very strong, but she was no match for Trahil. However, judging from her aura, Trahil was at most a magic apprentice.

"You seem to be a vampire? Vampires and nuns, contradictory existences, yet combined together... huh... it would be a good subject... An unrecognized vampire nun, desperate to be accepted, giving in step by step and eventually sinking... ah..."

"Does a succubus have dirty thoughts in his mind?"

“It’s a racial instinct.”

Angelica explained slowly.

"But she is special. As a succubus, she is very shy. She only dares to imagine but not to put it into practice. Maybe even unicorns will not reject her."

"Eh? But a unicorn would obviously reject an angel...?"

"……………………"

Sister Alice didn't continue speaking, her sixth sense giving her a warning of danger.

327 Miss Witch and the King of Scrolls

The "Blue" witch, Trasil, was a succubus, over a thousand years old, and... yes, incredibly, she had never fulfilled her duties as a succubus.

Many people have the inherent impression that succubus are a race that cannot survive without that thing, but in fact, this understanding is inevitably biased.

Unlike vampires, who must suck blood and use solid food as food, what succubi suck is not necessarily physical in the strict sense. To be precise, it is something called "essence", which is similar to how magic power originally has no substance. Just as magicians can feel the flow of magic power, the racial nature of succubi gives them the ability to feel and enjoy "essence".

"...Now you understand, Miss Sister, so succubi are not the vile race you imagined."

Angelica calmed down and gave Sister Alice a brief introduction to succubus. Just like the elves' view of orcs, succubus also suffered a lot of misunderstanding.

"So, the Blue Witch Trasil is actually..."

"I can't help it... If I get too close to others, my blood pressure will rise and I'll pass out... Ugh, don't come over here!"

In order to verify what Trahil said, Angelica deliberately took a step closer and immediately received a warning from Trahil.

Sister Alice made the sign of the cross on her chest, as if forcing herself to digest this knowledge.

"By the way, this girl became a witch because she didn't want to have too much contact with others. Whenever someone came to see her, she would say that she was learning magic. In order to avoid arousing suspicion from others that she had made no progress in magic, she really worked hard to learn magic, and then... she became a witch."

“Did you skip a lot of content in the middle?”

"Not at all. She has been studying magic books and somehow reached the pinnacle. Of course, I didn't study very hard but also reached the same level. I am more talented, right?"

"As expected of you, Master."

Anna, who was cleaning, seemed to have quietly pressed a mysterious switch by Angelica, and a response popped up automatically, shocking Sister Alice.

Trahil was unique among the many extraordinary people. Her method of becoming a witch was really as simple as Angelica described: learn sequence nine magic, move towards sequence eight, learn sequence eight magic, move towards sequence seven... reach sequence one, repeat five times, and succeed.

It is simply like a recounting of the process of how to obtain eternal life.

As for Trahil's starting point, she was a rare succubus who was afraid of strangers and wanted to avoid contact with others. However, the succubus's way of eating required contact with others, and some compatriots who took good care of Trahil let Trahil eat the leftovers with them, so that she could barely fill her stomach.

Over time, Trahil realized that if this continued, normally a succubus would choose to work hard to overcome her shyness. Some enthusiastic girlfriends even suggested taking drastic measures and letting Trahil eat at a buffet or something. But Trahil still felt that it was more convenient to learn magic than to face strangers.

It sounds simple, but it's actually quite complicated. Even Angelica couldn't completely abandon her human habits and didn't change her eating and sleeping habits. However, it's possible to do what Coppelia did. Her body is inseparable from the doll, so she can continue to function without eating.

The method used by Trahil was based on the lich. Liches are essentially dead people who use forbidden spells to prolong their lives. In the lich state, they do not need to eat. Sister Alice only saw that Trahil was a succubus. In fact, she was a mixture of a succubus and a lich. She still retained the form of a succubus and did not turn into a dry skeleton.