Chapter 3: The Imprisoned Witch
Lamia Capet didn't know how much time had passed.

The darkness around her was like a pair of invisible hands caressing her body, making her itchy all over and making her want to twist her body to escape the horrifying discomfort.

She knew that all this was just an illusion. There was actually nothing in the darkness. It was just her own self-punishment in deep despair.

A few days ago, she didn't know exactly how many days ago. In this dark environment, she could no longer feel the passage of time.

Lamia accepted a mission to assassinate the current Chancellor of the Exchequer, the son of Earl Cavendish.

The other party is protected by a fourth-ring 'Wanderer'.

But Lamia believed that with her own abilities, it was a sure thing for her to assassinate Deya Cavendish, who was not even a super professional.

But when she stepped into the villa, she knew that she had made the worst decision in her life.

The person who appeared before her was not Deya Cavendish, nor was he the wanderer with the strength of the fourth ring.

Instead, it was a terrifying lich that made Lamia tremble just by thinking of it.

Lamia didn't even know how powerful the lich was. After just one encounter, she fell into coma.

When Lamia woke up, she was already in this dark environment.

Her limbs were tied in the air in a spread-eagle position by magical ropes; no matter how she struggled, she could not break free.

There was absolute darkness all around, with only strong negative energy corroding everything. There must be some kind of magic circle here that was limiting her ability to cast spells.

Apart from that, she could not see anything in the darkness, and there was no sound. The only thing she could hear was the beating of her own heart.

At first, Lamia thought she could endure such darkness. If she felt bored, she would just fall asleep or let her mind wander.

But gradually, Lamia discovered that this was an extremely cruel punishment. It would not cause any harm to the body, but it could cause a person's mental collapse and make them feel extreme despair.

Occasionally, Lamia could hear a subtle sound, which meant someone was bringing her food.

Every time she heard that subtle sound, she felt an indescribable joy, a sense of relief that she was still alive and not trapped in this darkness forever.

She had shouted, she had taunted, she had cursed, hoping that the other party would kill her.

It's not that Lamia is not afraid of death, but as the 'Witch of Time', she possesses an ability close to that of a 'God'.

As long as she died, she would be able to return to a certain time point in the past with her memories.

She now longed for death so much, and swore in her heart that after her 'resurrection', she would never set foot in this villa again!
But the opposite happened. No matter how she cried out, no one responded. She could only continue to taste this despair and this endless darkness.

Facing the food in front of her mouth, she didn't care about ladylike etiquette at all and ate it with big mouthfuls.

As powerful as 'Rewind' is, it also has many limitations, one of which is that she cannot consciously commit suicide.

If she chooses to commit suicide, the "rollback" will be invalid and she will face real death.

So, she had to keep herself alive, and live a hard life.

In the pitch-black environment, there was a noise again, and Lamia's heart began to beat again.

She felt it, she felt someone approaching her, and this made her feel an irrepressible excitement from the bottom of her heart.

Lamia never thought that one day she would just want to see a living creature and have someone talk to her.

She had had enough, enough of this desperate darkness!

A warm hand touched her face.

Lamia's body trembled. It turned out that a hand could have such an intoxicating temperature.

The hand groped for something behind her head and removed the blindfold from her nose.

She was surprised and couldn't wait to open her eyes, but she still couldn't see anything. There was still deep darkness in front of her.

At this moment, Lamia suddenly heard a man's chuckle.

"Snapped!"

Deya snapped his fingers, and in an instant, all the rows of candles around the basement were lit, and the dim candlelight immediately burned in the dark basement.

The sudden bright light made Lamia close her eyes subconsciously. The long darkness made it difficult for her to bear the stimulation of the light for a while, and pearl-like tears flowed from the corners of her eyes.

After all, the light of candlelight is not as bright as the scorching sun, and Lamia soon got used to it. She opened her eyes again and finally saw the situation in front of her clearly.

A man dressed in aristocratic attire, with a gentle temperament and short black hair, was standing in front of her.

Behind the man, there was a lazy half-elf.

"Miss, I think you should know who I am, right?"

Deya looked down at the witch in front of him who was hanging only ten centimeters from the ground with her limbs tied up.

She is petite, with short black hair that falls to her shoulders without a trace of impurities.

The witch was wearing a simple but well-made black long skirt that completely covered her slender body, leaving only her hands and the skin above her neck exposed.

Her skin was extremely pale, as if she had never seen the sun all year round, and her delicate facial features were like a goddess sculptured by a master.

However, the witch looked quite disheveled at this time, with her dust-free black hair disheveled and a lot of food residues on her delicate doll-like face.

Right below her face, there was a food bowl that looked like a dog bowl.

Since she couldn't move her limbs, if she wanted to eat, she could only bury her head in the food bowl and eat like a dog, which would make her pretty face look disfigured.

Deya did this on purpose, just to trample on her dignity.

The witch was silent for a moment, then she opened her mouth slightly and said in a cold voice that was slightly tired and hoarse: "You are Deya Cavendish."

Deya nodded slightly: "What's your name?"

"Lamia Streep." Without any hesitation, she said the pseudonym she had thought of long ago.

Deya sneered in his heart.

He already knew the other person's real name, but this witch actually used a fake name. It seemed that she was not well behaved.

Deya narrowed his eyes slightly. This witch might not have realized that the first name she used was real, but the last name was fake.

This shows that her surname may have a lot of meaning.

"Ms. Lamia, I think we should have a good talk. I hope you will be smarter and not be ungrateful."

Deya said slowly, he stared at the delicate face of the witch in front of him, and continued: "...Tell me, who sent you to kill me?"

Many thoughts flashed through Deya's mind. He wondered who wanted to kill him, and what impact his death might have, and who would benefit from it.

"No one sent me here."

Lamia said softly.

"No one sent you to kill me? Ha, Miss Lamia, are you kidding me? Then why did you want to kill me? Could it be that you were my former lover who was abandoned by me, so I turned my love into hatred?"

Deya felt that this reason was really possible, and he quickly began to search his memory.

Although it is a time travel, the memories of the original body are still there.

After thinking carefully for a moment, Deya was sure that he had never seen this woman.

"I have no money……"

Lamia's voice became smaller and smaller.

"Ok?"

"I have no money, so I accepted the mission to kill you. Killing you will pay the most..."

Lamia turned her head slightly and didn't dare to look at Deya. Maybe she also thought this reason was ridiculous.

“Lord Deya, no matter which country or city you are in, there are always some ugly maggots in the sewers who are willing to do all kinds of dirty things in order to survive. I used to be such a person.

In the Susaitani capital of Abrana, the largest underground organization is the 'Black Seal Brotherhood', which controls most of the underground forces.

In this darkness, someone would use money to issue a bounty, and she might have accepted the bounty."

Camille explained to Deya.

Deya nodded and asked Lamia, "You just accepted the bounty?"

"Ah."

Lamia responded quietly.

"Oh? How much is the reward for me?"

Deya was a little curious.

"Five hundred thousand lothi..."

"Five hundred thousand lothi?!"

Deya was stunned. He immediately got angry: "...You want to kill me just for this little money? My head is worth at least one million!"

Camille said quickly: "Lord Deya, your life is priceless. It cannot be measured by money."

Deya calmed down and said happily: "Well, you are right, Camille."

Camille said again: "But it's strange, Lord Deya, although those underground forces will kill for money, they will not accept some big shots even if they are paid a lot of money.

Underground forces are, after all, underground forces. If something really happens to a big shot, the kingdom will surely be furious. That would be a case of earning money but not spending it.

You are the son of the Earl of Cavendish, the real and powerful minister of the kingdom.

Even if there is a bounty on you, no one except a fool would take on this hot potato. There are too many better ways to make money, unless…"

Deya took over Camille's words and said coldly: "Unless this woman knows nothing, she doesn't know the ins and outs of this.

She has the strength of the fourth ring, but she doesn't understand these things that she should know. This shows that she had a good life in the past. Her strength was not gained by taking risks, but was cultivated since childhood!"

Lamia pursed her lips tightly, looked at Deya with cold and stubborn eyes and said: “I just wanted to kill you because I was short of money. Now that I’m caught by you, it’s my failure.

Just kill me, and you'll feel better. I'm willing to trade my life for yours."

Deya strolled up to Lamia and suddenly grabbed her delicate chin, asking her to raise her head and look into his eyes with those cold eyes like black gemstones.

Deya's hands were very strong and Lamia felt pain, but she still looked at Deya calmly, with a cold look in her eyes.

"Do you want to die so badly? Miss Lamia! You know, people will feel fear when facing death. They will try their best to live. This is the instinct for survival.

But not only did you not beg for mercy, you even wanted to die. This is a bit strange.

Let me guess, do you have special abilities? For example, if you die, you can be resurrected in another place. This is more in line with your mentality of seeking death, isn't it? "

The witch remained unmoved and just looked at Deya stubbornly.

Deya thought thoughtfully, "Isn't that right? Then let's expand our thinking a little bit and make a bolder assumption. For example, if you die, you can be resurrected from a past 'point in time'. What do you think of this guess?"

Deya clearly saw the contraction of Lamia's pupils and the look of shock on her face.

He said with a half-smile: "It seems I was right."

This is certainly not an inference, but a secret that Deya has known for a long time.

But the witch would think that his abilities are beyond imagination!
(End of this chapter)