Chapter 103 Why are you here, Sally?

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On the soft bed, the witch curled up her petite body with her back facing Deya.

Her skin was covered in sweat, her snow-white flesh was pink, her hair was loose, and her long eyelashes fluttered gently like butterfly wings.

Deya held her tightly in his arms from behind, and an unintentional brush of his fingers caused Lamia to tremble, and she held his mischievous hand.

"I'm a little tired, let me rest for a while."

The witch's cold voice was lazy, with a hint of fatigue and hoarseness.

She hugged Deya's hand tightly, burying her hand in the softness, but not letting Deya move. She leaned back and squeezed into Deya's arms.

"Why are you so proactive all of a sudden?"

Deya supported his body with his right hand, resting it on his chin, and lay on his side with the witch in his arms.

His eyes fell on Lamia's delicate collarbone and soft shoulders. That look was like a sticky lick, causing ripples in Lamia's heart again.

"You don't like it?"

The witch said softly.

"Of course not, but there has to be a reason, right?"

"Why don't you just pretend you know nothing? Why are you asking why?"

"This is the difference between the thinking of men and women. Men always want to ask why."

"I like you, there's no need to ask why. If you have to ask, it's because you're so good that I like you."

"That's very nice to say. I like it. You can say more and praise me more."

Deya laughed, then he slowed down his tone and asked, "What happened when you went out today?"

When she went to the Cathedral of Dawn, Lamia also went out. When she came back, she looked like this.

"..."

Lamia was silent for a while, then she said softly, "Why do you ask so carefully?"

After a pause, she continued, "Remember those kids I asked to help me monitor the ships at the dock?"

Deya's heart was moved, and he said seriously: "People from the Witch Cult have come to Susetani?"

The witch nodded slowly: "And there is more than one person. There are so many of them. I am afraid I will get you into trouble."

"How many days have they been here?"

Some time ago, he and Lamia were both in World Recollection, but he did not expect that the people from the Witch Cult would appear during this period of time.

"Three days. They haven't found me yet, but it's only a matter of time before they find you."

"So you want to leave me?"

Lamia hesitated for a moment, she nodded first, then shook her head blankly.

The witch didn't know where she could go if she left Deya.

When she just escaped from the Witch Cult, her idea was to wander around the land and avoid being hunted down by the Cult.

But now, she doesn't want to wander anymore...

Deya sighed softly, stood up and put on a coat.

The sudden loss of the warm embrace made Lamia feel a little empty inside. She subconsciously grabbed Deya's arm and asked, "Where are you going?"

Women are most likely to worry about gains and losses right after having sex.

Men, on the other hand, become clear-headed after having sex.

Deya patted the witch's hand and asked her to let go of him first. He walked to the desk, picked up a feather pen, and wrote quickly on a piece of paper.

After finishing writing, he took out a small box from the drawer, shrank back into the quilt as if he was afraid of the cold, and hugged the witch's warm body again.

Deya handed the note to Lamia and said, “This is a house I bought in Abrana through various connections. It’s considered a safe house.

I also secretly brought here the magic books that my teacher left for me.

You should just stay here when the time comes, and don't run around. The more you run away, the more dangerous it will be."

After a pause, Deya continued, "This time I'm going out to find the ruins of the Dark Moon Cathedral to get something.

If the Witch Cult is really after you, then you are definitely not suitable to go with me.

This item is very important to me. As long as we get it, we may have the capital to fight against the Witch Cult."

Lamia's heart moved, and she thought of Deya's powerful and unrivaled strength in the World Memories, and the great feat of leading the undead army to capture the Golden City.

She whispered, "Will you get the power you possessed in the World Remembrance?"

If it was that kind of power, there would be no need to be afraid of the Witch Cult.

"I'm not that exaggeratedly strong, but I have a strong foundation. The me in 'World Remembrance' is fake after all, and I can't control it now."

Deya sighed a little.

After feeling that powerful force, I suddenly turned back to my original form, and I felt a little disappointed.

However, as long as you proceed step by step, you will be able to possess the power in the World Memories and even become more powerful.

"You once said that your ability to 'return from death' comes from your instinctive understanding. This power tells you that you cannot commit suicide, right?"

Deya asked at this time.

The witch didn't understand what he meant, but she answered anyway: "Yes, what's the problem?"

Deya handed the small box in his hand to Lamia, and he leaned close to the witch's crystal-clear ear and whispered something.

[You used the 3rd level domain spell 'Suggestion']

Today, Deya has the strength of three rings, although Lamia was promoted to five rings because of this world recollection.

But since she was willing to open her mind and not be on guard against Deya, Deya's suggestion technique easily took effect.

Lamia looked dazed for a moment, then she took the box and said, "I know what to do."

The witch held one of Deya's hands. She placed her palm on Deya's palm and compared the size of her palm with his: "When the world was reminiscing, I went to see Ishamara."

"What did you say to her?"

"I sought her help, and she said that she would help me as long as I dared to go back to the Narbo Empire. Ishamara is a person who keeps her promises."

"You want to go back?"

"Well, but not now... I thought about it, I can't give up my parents' things. It's not to prove anything, but I must take back what belongs to me.

Aren’t you interested in the duchy? You can become the new Grand Duke of Capet!"

The witch's voice was cold, as if she was looking forward to her future.

Deya hesitated to speak.

This woman really wants to tie me down through marriage, and she's even prepared to make me change my last name!
Deya hesitated for a moment, but still didn't say directly, "I won't get married."

It's really despicable to say such things right after having sex with someone.

You should give people some ideas first.

Lamia suddenly turned over, rode on Deya, and said, "Have you rested? Keep going!"

Deya raised his eyebrows, "...It was you who wanted to rest just now, right?"

The witch didn't say anything, she just hugged Deya's neck tightly and bit his neck.

It hurts a little, but it's more of a cool feeling.

Looking at the strawberry mark left on Deya's neck, Lamia was finally satisfied.

De Ya turned around and changed his offense and defense.

Lamia took two breaths and whispered, "You can be a little rough this time. I can bear it."

"You said it, don't cry later!"

"……""Well!"

"Pull my hair harder!"

"You can grab me by the throat..."

“No… It’s okay… You can pinch me harder… Ahem… It doesn’t matter if you strangle me to death…”

"what……"

"..."

In the bathroom, the shower was pouring.

Deya held Lamia in his arms and gave her a thorough cleanse in the bathtub.

The two of them put on their clothes, and the witch was still wearing the black dress that wrapped herself tightly, like an ascetic nun's uniform.

She tilted her head and wiped her wet black hair with a clean towel. Her beautiful eyes like black gemstones always followed Deya's figure intentionally or unintentionally.

Deya first glanced at the wooden box on the table.

Patricia has been sleeping in a wooden box since she left Memories of the World. It seems that what happened in Memories of the World had a great impact on her.

He looked at the sky outside again. The sun was already setting.

After coming back from noon, Deya has been spending the whole afternoon with Lamia, and before he knew it, the whole afternoon was wasted.

He didn't eat lunch at noon and was a little hungry now. He said, "Let's go have dinner."

The witch hummed softly, her voice still cold, but with a hint of tenderness.

Lamia felt her legs were so weak that she could not bear it, but she still forced herself to remain reserved and walked out of the room with Deya.

"Prepare dinner."

"Okay, Master Deya...By the way, Master, you have guests in the living room."

"guest?"

"It's a lady."

Deya was a little surprised. He didn't expect that he would have a guest.

But since no one notified me, that means the guest is not important, and it’s just a woman who came to see me?
Deya thought about it carefully for a long time. It seemed that he had never messed with any women in his life?

When Lamia heard that the guest was a lady, she subconsciously glanced at Deya.

However, the witch lady didn't say anything. She just followed Deya and walked silently to the living room.

"Salister?!"

When he came to the living room, Deya saw the figure sitting on the sofa and he shouted in surprise.

Sally, wearing a simple long dress, had been sitting on the sofa uncomfortably. She sat there silently for the entire afternoon.

As maids in the Cavendish family, they were all strictly educated.

As the host's guest, even Sally's disability aroused curiosity.

But the maids did not pay any extra attention to her. They poured tea for Celeste and brought her cake.

Sally, who had never visited any family before, felt that it must be Lord Deya's gentlemanly demeanor and excellence that made the maid in his house feel so comfortable.

Here, no one would disturb her and there were delicious cakes, making Celeste feel the rare freedom and ease.

"Lord Deya!"

Although she sat there for the whole afternoon, Sally didn't care about it.

If she could meet Lord Deya, she would be happy even if she had to sit there for three days and three nights.

Sally was surprised and propped herself up on one leg, then stood up unsteadily from the sofa.

Deya quickly stepped forward and supported her: "Your legs are inconvenient, sit down and talk. When did you come here?"

"I came here after lunch."

"You just sat here all afternoon?"

"Um... I, I didn't disturb you, Lord Deya."

Sally whispered that she had come uninvited and it was rude.

"It's not that he disturbs me, but what's wrong with Camille? He didn't tell me you were here. I'll scold him later."

Having said that, if Camille really disturbed his and Lamia's good time, Deya would probably scold him even more harshly.

Being a good housekeeper is difficult!

"It was me who told Mr. Camille not to bother you. Please don't scold him. This is all my fault."

Seeing Sallysit lower her head and take all the responsibility on herself, Deya opened his mouth and said, "Well, he's lucky. Since you're speaking for him, let's forget it."

Celeste was delighted.

At this moment, she felt a very hostile gaze looking at her.

Living in the palace, Sally was very sensitive to this kind of hostility. Her body subconsciously tensed up and she looked in the direction where the gaze came from.

Lamia was staring at her coldly.

Sally was puzzled. Did she offend Miss Lamia? Or did she dislike her? She greeted, "Hello, Miss Lamia."

There was a bandage on her rotten eye, and her only golden eye was dodging, subconsciously not daring to look Lamia in the eye.

She was used to this in the palace.

"Hello."

Miss Witch responded coldly and sat at the dining table in silence.

I feel a little unhappy. It seems that there will be a woman joining us for dinner today.

Finally the doll can no longer disturb me, so why does a new woman come here?
At this time, Sally noticed the red mark on Deya's neck. She asked with concern: "Lord Deya, are you injured in the world recollection? Do you want to find a priest?"

Deya touched the strawberries planted on his neck with his hand. He said awkwardly: "No, this has nothing to do with World Remembrance."

Looking at Celeste's innocent expression, she doesn't understand anything.

Obviously, in terms of age, Celeste, as the second princess, is a few years older than Deya.

At this moment, Sally felt Lamia's icy gaze staring at her again, which made her feel uneasy. She didn't know how she had offended Lamia.

Seeing Celeste's innocent expression, the witch lowered her eyes.

When I met this woman before, she looked timid and felt inferior about her appearance.

Now she actually dares to come out and run to the man’s house.

Sure enough, good things will always be snatched up by someone.

But why is Deya so interested in this woman?

The witch looked at Sally's lost hands and feet, she frowned, and seemed to be thinking about something.

Could it be that what he guessed was true, that he really admired the disabled?

Deya stood up and said to Sally, "Wait for me, I have something to give you.

I was thinking of sending it to you when I found you, but I didn't expect you to come here."

Deya left temporarily, leaving only Celeste and Lamia in the living room.

Sally dared not say a word under the witch's ferocious gaze, which was like a tigress protecting her cubs, and the atmosphere became more and more weird.

When Deya came back, he raised his eyebrows when he saw this scene.

He glanced at Lamia. Is the kitten starting to protect its food?
Lamia and Sally looked at what Deya was holding in his hand, which were two constructs.

(End of this chapter)