Just as Lady Catherine was about to detonate those ‘stars’ in succession, Sylvia suddenly frowned and said, “Wait a moment.”
Lady Catherine, who was communicating with the stars, hesitated at Sylvia’s strange attitude.
“What?”
***
Sylvia seemed to be talking to someone.
“You said, the Witch Coven might have been nearby just now?”
Upon hearing this, Lady Catherine also stopped the incantation to detonate the stars.
After all, the most important part of this kind of trap Magic was to set it up in advance.
Even now, with a single thought, she could plunge Sylvia into the trouble of Law Turbulence.
“I understand…”
After severing the connection, Sylvia was silent for a few seconds, then spoke in a compromising tone.
“Catherine, I think we should stop.”
“Why?”
Lady Catherine asked in confusion.
Reconciliation?
That wasn’t something Sylvia would say at all.
Her Star Magic had merely delayed the opponent temporarily; once the arranged stars were exhausted, her defeat was inevitable.
So what was Sylvia trying to achieve with this talk of reconciliation?
She wasn’t the type to feign weakness either—Lady Catherine knew her temperament well.
“Did you use Portal Magic on Roman?”
Sylvia asked in return.
Lady Catherine frowned and said nothing.
“There’s no point in stalling for time with me anymore.”
Sylvia said coldly.
“Portal Magic doesn’t only target the user. If someone nearby is close enough, they can also use the portal to reach the destination.”
“I can tell you right now, from just now… no, perhaps even earlier, a witch from the Witch Coven has been watching Roman. If, while neither of us were paying attention, she entered the portal with Roman, what do you think would happen?”
Lady Catherine thought her words were absurd.
“Witches are just Upper Transcendents at best. Could they really fool me? Or you?”
“Catherine, if the Witch Coven were so easy to deal with, why have they remained a scourge for so many years, becoming even more entrenched instead of being wiped out?”
Sylvia said.
“Their High Priestesses prepare all sorts of aura-concealing methods for them. As long as they’re a hundred meters away from us, even I would have trouble sensing their presence.”
At this, Lady Catherine finally couldn’t help but lower her hand from the incantation gesture.
***
Zora traced her hand over Roman’s chest, stomach, and down to his lower abdomen, not in a hurry to taste the delicacy before her.
She intended to wait until he was at his most tender and delicious before swallowing him whole.
That useless fool wasn’t entirely without value.
Zora thought of that idiot Tania—told her to stay put for a few days, but she insisted on running into someone else’s territory to get herself killed, only to be dragged back by that Saintess.
Saying it wasn’t a pity would be a lie.
To have a dog she had raised for so long cooked by someone else for nothing—she had invested a lot of effort.
But Tania’s heat-addled recklessness had, by sheer coincidence, led Zora to discover Roman, who had awakened the Sacred Seal.
After several observations, she finally confirmed that Roman was the Holy Child sought by the Heretic Tribunal recently—a true windfall from the heavens.
Examining the Roman before her, he was already rendered completely powerless by her special fragrance, his body pressed against hers without any gap.
Cradling Roman’s body, she laid him flat on the bed.
Zora spread her legs and slowly straddled him.
Her lower abdomen pressed against his rising shaft.
Zora licked her lips, her snow-white, delicate body trembling as her heart rate quickened.
Her deep purple hair draped over her chest, hiding her twin snowy peaks, the rest spilling onto Roman’s chest.
Bending down, Zora’s small cherry lips drew closer to Roman.
Isn’t there supposed to be foreplay before this kind of thing…?
Zora wondered uncertainly.
The closer she got to Roman, the drier her throat felt.
As expected of the child of a goddess—unbelievably beautiful…
Zora’s teasing thoughts faded unconsciously, replaced by a sense of reverence as she lowered her head and claimed Roman’s moist lips in a holy kiss.
“Mm…”
But instead, she was the first to let out a soft moan.
As a filthy witch of the Witch Coven, Zora appeared proud on the surface, but years of mingling with Supernatural Beings and hiding in the Human World had long made her aware that she was merely a bastard abandoned by Goddess Fara, the Holy Light Church, and the Human World.
How could a Human ever feel a sense of belonging with those Supernatural Beings?
Zora had always maintained an attitude of disdain toward Humans, but it was just a psychological comfort, giving her a self-abusive thrill amid her unbalanced fate.
Now, she had found an even greater pleasure.
Didn’t the Holy Light Church want to capture and hang all of them?
Didn’t those Kings and Emperors delight in capturing Coven companions and turning them into hollow playthings?
And that damned Goddess Fara—claiming freedom, life, and justice, yet mercilessly branding the Night Goddess Cult as outcasts, forcing them to side with the Black Rose Empire and Supernatural Beings just to survive.
Now…
Zora, in her excitement, bit down on Roman’s lips, then licked them clean as if drinking sweet nectar.
Your Holy Child—the child of the goddess, the future hope of the Church—will soon become my nourishment and the greatest chip for my ascension to the Sanctuary.
Not only that, he’ll bear me a brood of children, mixing the noble, pure blood of the goddess with my filthy witch’s blood.
Once Dream Steed’s control binds Roman, making him love only me, I’ll toss him to my sisters like a discarded shoe, letting them all ‘bond’ with this Saint Son.
And if a bunch of girls are born from it, once they grow up, hehehe…
The more Zora dwelled in her masochistic fantasies, the more depraved she became, but as a novice, she found herself at a loss after kissing Roman.
Looking down at the spot pressed against her lower abdomen, Zora quietly swallowed.
So…so amazing!
Her mind conjured countless grand futures, but now that it was finally happening, Zora seemed a bit lost.
To outsiders, witches were synonymous with lust, demonic charm, and shamelessness—and indeed, the Witch Coven often used seduction to infiltrate Human society.
But those were usually sisters with weak Extraordinary abilities.
For an Upper Transcendent like Zora, how could she rely on such crude tactics?
Orchestrating chaos from a thousand miles away in the Human Empires was the true beauty she craved.
In simple terms, Zora was a ‘wanton virgin,’ not even on par with the likes of Luo Xiya or Elise.