"Guess I don't have any other choice," I sighed, gesturing for him to come forward.
"I don't think you'll leave peacefully, so come at me. Might as well test some things."
The priest sneered in response, his eyes narrowing in contempt.
With a quick flick of his wrist, he threw the glowing golden chain towards me.
'So he wants to capture me, huh?' I thought, a cold smirk forming on my face.
As the chain hurtled toward me, a shimmering barrier of mana instantly appeared, blocking it with a soft thud.
"Oh, it worked! Cool!" I exclaimed in glee, genuinely excited by the flawless execution of my new spell.
The priest, on the other hand, did not look happy at all.
"So you are one of those traitors of humanity who delved into that cursed art," he spoke with venom in his voice.
It seemed he didn't like magic at all.
'What's so bad about it, hmm? It's cool, you know,' I mused internally.
Seeing that his chains were useless against my barrier, the priest gave up on them.
He grabbed the rosary on his neck and began to pray, a look of holy zeal in his eyes. .
"Oh, dear Lord, that watches us all, please grant me your blessings to purge the evil in front of me!"
As he prayed, a radiant light wrapped around his body, and his previously scrawny frame turned into a buff, muscular one, like a certain old martial arts master I knew.
"Filth of humanity, let me teach you the price of betraying humanity!" he screamed, and with a powerful leap, he launched himself at me, his fist aimed right at my face.
But I kept my cool.
"Heh, so that was holy magic, huh? It works like a support skill," I mused, as his powerful blow couldn't even dent my barrier.
"Huh? How could you withstand my Holy punch It's Impossible Yes You must be a demon in disguise!"
He exclaimed in shock and tried to make sense of the situation.
Well He is not Wrong Actually.
I smirked in response to his Denial.
'Heh, it's not the makeshift shield I made before, but a proper use of mana.'
From the books in Alicia's hideout, I managed to understand how magic is used.
There are two ways:
First, using words or a magic circle to use spells that have already been created
Second, using calculations to use mana as a thread to construct spells.
Basically cooking with your imagination and mana as your ingredients. And boy, could a young man imagine!
"Heh, you can't even penetrate my barrier? You're so weak," I said, a devilish smirk on my face as I watched his futile efforts to break the shield.
"Well, I've had enough of testing my defense. Next is offense. So prepare yourself, mongrel!"
I declared, and with a thought, countless blades of pure fire appeared in the air, all pointing toward the priest.
"Damn you Demon I will call my brethren to vanquish from the world!" the priest screamed and tried to flee from the barrage, but I wasn't kind enough to let him.
With a tap of my shoes, the ground froze over, trapping him before he could take a single step.
He made a growling face and warned me with extreme hatred, "I warn you, bastard! If you harm me, the church won't leave you alive!"
My smirk widened. "I didn't know priests could curse. I guess you guys aren't as good as you believe you are."
Then, I waved my hand, and the countless flaming swords crashed toward him.
"No! I can't di—" Before he could finish his words, the swords burned the entirety of his surroundings, avoiding him completely.
"Just kidding! Hahahaha!" I laughed at his over-the-top drama.
"Huh?" He blinked in utter confusion.
"Well, I don't want to deal with you regardless, so bye-bye. Let's not meet again, haha." With a snap of my fingers, the priest was teleported elsewhere.
'Well good exercise I guess' then I looked at the ground and my smirk froze
'Fuck Do i need to fix this'
I sighed and dispelled the ice on the ground.
'Good thing I placed the ice first, or else I would have had to experience what my childhood hero had to experience.'
After cleaning up the aftermath, I turned towards a certain spot where a fluffy tail was suspiciously wagging from behind a large tree.
"Alright, you can come out already," I sighed, my voice weary but with a hint of amusement. "I've got a limited amount of time. We can play hide-and-seek all we want later."
The tail shivered, and a voice of confusion, feminine and melodic, sounded out from behind the tree.
"Wha-what do you mean? There's no one here."
'Is she serious, or just plain dumb?' I wondered, a deadpan expression on my face.
With a sigh, I snapped my finger, and the entire tree instantly burst into harmless flames.
"WaaaH!!!"
The woman jumped out with a yelp, barely saving her tail from being turned into Carbon.
"Hey! You were about to burn me alive, you bastard!" she complained, blowing on the tip of her tail, where a few strands of fur had been singed black.
I deadpanned at her words.
"If you weren't my wife, do you think I'd let a suspicious stalker follow me with such murderous intent?"
She immediately turned her face away and blushed in response to my words.
Yes, this woman, with her fluffy tail and silver hair and tan skin, was my fourth wife.
How did I know, you ask? Oh, come on, did you forget? We're connected by that ritual.
I could literally feel her heart beating in sync with mine, the thrum of her vitality echoing my own.
"So, why were you stalking me, honey? Want to find a chance to kidnap my poor self?" I asked her teasingly, a smirk on my face.
She stood up, her whole demeanor shifting instantly from a nervous stalker to a calm, composed woman.
"Uhm, Husband, it's not a good place to talk. Let's go somewhere else," she said, her voice soft and even.
'Suspicious,' I thought, my mind racing. Her change in attitude was too sudden.
But she was right.
That priest could come back at any moment with his comrades-in-arms.
He was clearly a member of some sort of church-run organization, and they were not to be trifled with.
"If that's the case, let's go to my house. After all, I haven't been back for more than ten chapters,"
I suggested, the number just slipping out.
She nodded, a serious expression on her face, and began to follow me.
But after a few minutes of quiet walking through the forest, a confused frown creased her brow.
"Wait, what do you mean by chapters?" she asked, her calm demeanor cracking just a little.
I stopped and turned to face her, a small smirk playing on my lips.
"Oh, it's just a way of counting how much time has passed since I left home," I said, a mischievous glint in my eyes.
"Don't worry about it. It's a long, boring story."
She tilted her head, her fluffy ears twitching in confusion.
"A long story? And what do you mean by 'I've been gone for so long'? It's only been a Day since the ritual was started."
I chuckled.
"To you, maybe.
But for me, it felt like an eternity. I've been through a lot, you know.
Almost got locked in a basement, my soul almost sucked, I had to deal with an annoying crow, turned into a vampire-incubus-warlock, and had a very nice and educational time with Alicia."
She looked at me, completely bewildered.
"That sounds Rough," she said, her ears drooping.
"I know," I replied, shrugging.
"Just come on. The sooner we get to my place, the sooner we can deal with this mess. And maybe you can tell me a bit about yourself too, since you're so shy about it."
She blushed and looked away.
"I'm not shy!" she protested. "I just... I just don't want to talk about it right now."
I just smiled and began walking again.
She followed me, her footsteps light and silent almost like an assassin, as we continued our journey to my house.
And I felt her Heart beating crazy and her body releasing a certain pheromone that made me aroused
Yep...
This Wolf is Hungry...
.....
After Valerian had left, a tense silence settled over Alicia's secret hideout.
She stood in the center of the room, her face solemn as she faced a large magic circle on the floor.
With a deep breath, she began to chant.
The runes on the circle glowed to life, and soon, a shimmering hologram of a woman with a familiar look appeared.
"Alicia," the woman's voice was gentle, yet it carried the weight of ancient power.
"I heard you got involved in something troublesome."
Alicia immediately stood straight and bowed respectfully, a formality that spoke of a deep-seated reverence.
"I, Alicia Walpurgis, greet the Witch Queen."
The woman's holographic form smiled, and her gaze was tender.
"Alice, there is no need to be so rigid towards your mother."
"Understood, Mother," Alicia obliged, her rigid posture softening as she stood upright.
Alright let me Introduce!
This woman was Alicia's mother, the Queen of Witches herself, Anastasia Qlipha Walpurgis.