Witch's Embrace

"The Witch's Convent" by DaoistaHADNk

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Upon hearing this, Portel suddenly understood: "I see, no wonder the nuns look familiar; we are indeed neighbors."

Anno also realized, "So it's the Church of the Goddess of Life, no wonder…"

As she said this, her eyes filled with sympathy, and the slight rejection she had felt from Hawthorne's eagerness to take credit disappeared without a trace.

The Church of the Goddess of Life... how pitiful.

Those who still remain steadfast in that church without abandoning their faith are a group of truly devoted believers, willing to endure endless suffering...

The treachery against the Goddess of Life, and her currently unknown whereabouts, is well-known throughout Liberl Port. After all, the church has been in decline for so many years; these secrets cannot be kept hidden.

Other churches—like the one Anno belongs to, the church of the God of Justice—while perhaps also quite impoverished, at least their deity is still present; they can see a glimmer of hope. They believe they are following the right path under the guidance of the deities, making the world a better place.

Even if they make mistakes, they can seek redemption through repentance to the deities, thus allowing their spirits to find salvation.

But for the followers of the Goddess of Life, they have lost their guidance and means of repentance and self-rescue. Whether judging if their path is correct or practicing their doctrine, they can only rely on themselves, which makes their lives very difficult, earning them immense sympathy from other churches that belong to the Order and justice factions.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Hawthorne." Anno extended her hand, shaking his again. "If it weren't for your timely arrival, everything would have fallen into an irrevocably sad situation. Your contributions should be remembered by the Order and justice."

Hawthorne shook her hand, and then Anno turned to Portel, "And you, ma'am, your bravery in fighting to uphold the Order and justice in South Harbor District is admirable. I will report your contributions along with the other warriors accurately, and Mithril District will give you the recognition you deserve!"

Hawthorne thought that while the rewards for the Amazons might still come through, the portion for the convent would likely be swallowed up by the insects at the South Harbor District hall, leaving only a banner to be sent back to his convent.

However, he didn't care much about that token of recognition. Being able to safely purify Die and shift all the blame onto the Dark Intelligence Network was already very satisfactory for him. He nodded gently and smiled: "Well then, I'll leave it to you, Miss Anno."

After saying this, he heard Andinie's voice in his ear: "Master, we have searched the lumber yard thoroughly and confirmed that there are no remaining traces related to Die. We can safely withdraw now."

Great!

Hawthorne silently praised this and then said, "Since the magical creatures have been eliminated, my sisters and I won't linger any longer. The search is not our expertise, so it's best left to Miss Anno and her comrades."

Anno did not insist further and nodded gently at him, saying, "Hmm, thank you for your hard work tonight. Don't worry, we'll take care of the rest."

After a pause, she added, "If there's ever a need for cooperation from Priest Hawthorne and the other nuns in the future, we will come to visit you at the convent."

Hopefully, there won't be such circumstances.

Hawthorne thought this silently but still wore a smile on his face: "I will do my best to cooperate!"

With that, he waved his hand: "Miss Portel, Miss Anno, may we meet again in the future. Sisters, let's leave!"

The nuns supported each other as they bid farewell one by one and quickly departed. Watching their figures disappear, Anno sighed, "What a selfless group of people," and then she also said goodbye to Portel before turning to wake her team members.

Meanwhile, Portel walked to the entrance of the lumber yard, looking distantly at Hawthorne's back, her gaze flickering, and then she quietly swallowed.

Beside her, an Amazon woman approached and happened to see her action, immediately laughing: "Director, with this place smelling so bad, you still have an appetite?"

Portel chuckled lightly: "Does it have to be appetite for me to swallow?"

Upon hearing this, the Amazon woman raised an eyebrow: "Oh? Have you found a target? Tell me about him; I want to see what kind of man you have your eyes on!"

Since the Amazons abandoned the closed model of the primitive tribe, established their kingdom, and ventured into the world, the custom of group marriage had also gradually been abolished. Now, Amazons each seek out their preferred man in the outside world, "collecting" their seed before returning home to conceive.

As for returning the boys to the south and keeping the girls, that custom still remained.

By the way, these customs faced significant challenges; some Amazon women chose to pursue careers and adopted a "no childbirth" philosophy, while others developed "true love" relationships with men from the outside world, like the cyclops from the Amazon guild—now a one-eyed cripple—and the Amazon woman who helped him smuggle.

Fortunately, these were still relatively rare for now. And Portel, as an executive of Amazon Fisheries Company, along with her subordinates, still retained the custom of "breeding."

Hearing her subordinate's question, Portel didn't hold back and slightly raised her chin, gesturing toward the still-unmoved Hawthorne: "What do you think of that kid?"

Her subordinate immediately retracted her smile: "Him? ... He looks good, but... isn't he a bit too thin?"

She tried to recall his performance on the battlefield, her tone growing more certain: "The daughter born from him probably wouldn't survive until the trial… right?"

Thinking that he was the man her superior had set her sights on, she ultimately chose to end her statement uncertainly.

"Indeed, he is a bit frail, but this is likely just due to malnutrition," Portel nodded and said, "The development of the country over the years has proven that as long as one has adequate meat, eggs, and milk from a young age, even the worst physical talents can be compensated for."

"What I value is his casting ability."

Saying this, she swallowed again: "Did you notice? His talent for casting spells... Hiss, looking at his appearance, he can't be more than fifteen or sixteen years old, yet at such a young age, he can cast such strong spells. It's easy to imagine the level of his talent…"

As she spoke, she even began to swallow nervously, and some saliva leaked from the corner of her mouth.

Her subordinate tilted her head slightly, indicating confusion: "Director, are you really craving his casting talent and not his body?"

"Get lost!"

"Alright then…"

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