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Witch of Darkness

Beatrice was supposed to be the one to bring happiness to the world, but sadly, that was not what happened. If want to ask any questions, or merely just talk check out the discord server. https://discord.gg/jK3swFGNZh

Aersuy · Fantasie
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208 Chs

Weird

At this moment, Selena Watford was pouring a blue liquid inside of a vial with a smile on her face.

"The quality of this batch is really good," mumbled Selena as she took out another vial, beginning to fill it up as well.

Suddenly, Selena raised her head, as smile appearing on her face as she stared at Beatrice, who had just woken up, and was laying on a bed with a black expression on her face.

The moment she woke and felt the soft bed under her, Beatrice became cautious, some weird thoughts swirling around in her mind.

'She shouldn't be some kind of pervert? Right?' thought Beatrice as she silently made sure she still had her clothes on.

Looking at the white-haired mage apprentice, who was probably thinking about something incredibly disrespectful right now, Selena smiled.

After a few more moments of silence, Beatrice suddenly opened her mouth, asking a certain question in a respectful tone.

"Miss, how should I address you?" asked Beatrice as she looked at the witch, who was getting closer and closer to her, causing Beatrice's face to slightly twitch.

"Little girl, you don't need to be afraid, you can just call me teacher," said Selena Watford as she stared at Beatrice's pitch black with a smile on her face, as if she was entranced by them.

Hearing the words of the witch, Beatrice felt like nothing made the slightest bit of sense.

'To take an unfamiliar person who she has just met, is this Witch mentally ill?' thought Beatrice as she looked at Selena with a shocked expression on her face.

"Understood teacher," said Beatrice, causing the size of the smile on Selena's face to slightly increase, as she touched Beatrice's cheek once again, causing the latter to slightly jerk backwards.

Even though that this Witch in front of her was a dark mage more powerful than her previous teacher, Beatrice still did not really want to become her apprentice but alas, right now, Beatrice felt like it might not be the best idea to refuse.

Staring at her little apprentice, who seemed like a rather normal teenage girl, Selena was not fooled at all by the innocent exterior of the little mage in front of her, although Selena might not be the strongest mage in terms of fighting, although she was still very strong, she was the one with the highest accomplishments in regards to darkness.

Looking at her disciple, who was trying so hard to hide her darkness from her, Selena couldn't help but find it slightly cute.

Even though hidden well, Selena could still very much feel it, the near-pitch black darkness hiding under Beatrice's mask.

"Good disciple, then you should take a shower before resting for a bit, this is the key to a room I prepared for you," said Selena as she handed a pair of keys over to Beatrice with a seemingly innocent expression on her.

In fact, Selena's expression seemed so genuine that if not for the fact that Beatrice knew of her actions from reading about them in her past life, she would have probably felt like Selena really had her best interests in mind.

"Yes teacher," said Beatrice, getting up from the bed and quickly running in a certain direction.

...

As she walked up to the door of what would be her room, for at least the foreseeable future, even Beatrice couldn't help but feel curious on what lay on the other side.

The reason Beatrice knew that this was her room was very simple, the large 'Beatrice' written on the door of the room, alongside an image of her.

'I never gave her my name, did I?' thought Beatrice before quickly shaking her head, and opening the door to the room.

At this moment, the only thing that Beatrice desired was that the conditions inside of her room were decent enough to not impede her, not having any other expectations.

The moment Beatrice opened the door and saw the room in front of her, she couldn't help but walk inside and touch a seemingly gold-encrusted table, at the same time, she looked at her luggage, which was laying next to a large queen-sized bed.

Without much thought, Beatrice knocked her finger on the table, causing her to slightly freeze.

"It's not all pure gold is it?" asked Beatrice as she stared at the room full of gold furniture, as, unlike her expectations, the table was not gold-encrusted, rather being made out of pure gold that had been probably enchanted, since gold was not really suitable for the making of furniture.

After snooping around for a few minutes, Beatrice became disinterested in the luxury of the room, as she quickly walked into her bathroom.

"This is much better," mumbled Beatrice as she walked into the large bathroom, which had several showers, as well as two different bathtubs sitting side by side.

Although she did not know why this witch was treating her so well, Beatrice would not complain, rather preferring to enjoy it.

In only a few minutes, Beatrice had taken a quick shower, before sinking into one of the warm bathtubs.

As she let out a sigh, Beatrice then sat down crosslegged in the bathtub before beginning to refine mana, as of course, although enjoying herself was nice, neglecting her strength was not something Beatrice would do.

After refining mana inside of the bathtub for a few hours, Beatrice closed her eyes as she laid in the bathtub, beginning to sleep.

...

Feeling the warm breath coming from the left side of her body, Beatrice suddenly woke up, but even so, she did not worry, having an extremely good guess of who that person was.

The first thing that greeted Beatrice when she woke was her new teacher, who was in the bathtub next to her stretching out her hands behind her.

As if feeling her disciple's gaze Selena couldn't help but smile before slowly frowning.

"Although this is comfortable, this is no really effective in cleaning," mumbled Selena, causing Beatrice to suddenly smell a very distinct smell coming from her master.

'The blood of a young child,' thought Beatrice, identifying the origin of the blood only from it's scent.