Chapter 58: Warm Witch

In fact, the moment this crazy idea slipped out of his mouth, Char already felt a hint of regret.

But when I think about it, what was my ultimate goal in coming here?

Wasn't it to seek death?

So, after a brief hesitation, Char stubbornly spoke up again, "If you want to avoid the curse and try on different clothes, I can do it for you."

After saying that, he looked at her with clear eyes.

He could swear to the heavens that it had nothing to do with any perverted thoughts; it was all purely for Miss Witch's sake!

Miss Witch didn't answer. She quietly held the hot soup in her hands and sipped it in small sips.

After a while, she slowly set down the bowl and looked up at Char.

"It seems you've misunderstood something." She stared at him for a long time, her voice chilling, "Although I have tolerated your offensive behavior time and time again, it doesn't mean that I am like those human women you interact with on a daily basis."

"You... may have underestimated me."

Cold words flowed out from her rosy lips one after another.

Clearly, whether as a being with a divine status or as a woman, Miss Witch felt offended.

If she hadn't been imprisoned in the Abyssal Palace for tens of thousands of years, becoming too indifferent, and if she didn't have a decent impression of Char as a human, she might have grown tombstone grass by now.

To her, Char's words were no different from saying, "Miss Witch, I want to see you naked."

Even though they had only met five times in total.

Even if it were a human woman, she wouldn't give herself away so easily, right?

So, at this moment, her cold gaze carried a hint of icy chill as she stared at Char with an inquisitive attitude.

When a woman feels underestimated, the emotions that erupt from her often catch people off guard.

Char was taken aback for a moment.

Let's tell a joke.

He was still a virgin.

If it was just about being perverted, Dahlia would be willing to serve the young master at any time.

Even Sally, who played around a lot, seemed to have that intention, as she teased him quite a bit.

Moreover, Char hadn't forgotten about the young lady of the Althia family, whom he had planted the seed of fear in. If he really wanted to turn her into a hot weapon, it would be a piece of cake.

"You've misunderstood," Char shook his head and reached out to take the bowl on the table, serving her a bowl of soup. "I am not that kind of impolite person."

"I simply believe that, before being a punished sinner, Your Excellency is first and foremost a woman. Pursuing beauty is a woman's nature and a fundamental right for you."

"But this right has now been taken away by a being inferior to you in status."

Char then picked up a piece of fish belly meat and offered it to Miss Witch, continuing, "From the effects of this curse, I think that the appearance of that goddess must be inferior to yours, which is why she feels jealous, right?"

"And now, you live in such misery, even your clothes are 'charity' from that goddess, a 'fig leaf' to cover your modesty. If she were to see you like this again, do you think she would be overjoyed?"

"Why should we do things that please our enemies?"

"Don't you... feel even the slightest bit of discontent?"

After a moment of silence, the oppressive feeling emanating from Miss Witch gradually dissipated.

She closed her eyes and whispered, "A long time ago, I... had a dress that I really liked, but later Beatrice took a liking to it and did everything to snatch it away."

"She has always been that way, wanting to take away whatever she likes."

Huh.

This was still a senior green tea goddess.

But speaking of dresses, Char suddenly remembered the words Irene said that night on the rooftop when they were looking at the moon.

"I saw a beautiful big sister dancing on top while wearing that kind of pleated dress."

Those were her exact words.

At the time, Char thought it was just a child's playful words and didn't take it seriously.

But after hearing Miss Witch's recollection, he pondered for a moment and spoke up about it, "The dress you liked, is it similar to those pleated styles?"

Upon hearing this, Miss Witch froze.

She stared into Char's eyes, her cold tone slightly raised, "You... have you seen that woman, Beatrice?"

He shook his head and repeated the conversation he had with Irene at that time.

Upon hearing this, Miss Witch let out a soft sigh, "Since she took away my dress, she has been wearing it all the time and never took it off."

"Her desire for destruction and possession is strong. Once she realizes the deep connection between you and me, it will definitely be detrimental to you."

"You need to be careful."

Char nodded.

After a moment of silence, Char felt like they had been talking for a long time and veered off the topic.

So, he made another suggestion, "The intention behind my idea is not to offend Your Excellency."

"If you are willing, I can completely close my vision so that my gaze won't defile your body or even touch you."

"No need," Miss Witch shook her head, "Besides, the clothes and accessories created by me are also within the range of the curse."

"Unless they don't belong to the Abyssal Palace."

"That's easy," Char snapped his fingers, ignoring the first half of Miss Witch's sentence, "Just send me out first."

...

After much persuasion, Miss Witch reluctantly released a wisp of black mist to kill.

After leaving the Abyssal Palace, Char checked the time.

He had stayed in the palace for quite some time, and two days had already passed in the outside world. It was now the late night of the third day.

Walking on the street, Char looked up at the moon shining with a cold brilliance and wondered, is the green tea goddess who snatched away the beloved little dress from the Witch there?

As soon as this thought emerged, he suddenly felt a bit dizzy.

At the same time, faint murmurs reached his ears.

Char glanced at the moon in the sky and smiled thoughtfully without saying a word.

After that, he returned to the upper city overnight. Taking advantage of the nightlife still unfolding in the city, he visited all the high-end tailors' shops in the city.

"Yes, yes, the zipper should be placed here according to this style."

"Um, the size? Let me think, probably this big?"

"One pair of stockings in every color, please."

"Rush the work, with the fastest speed. I want it today. I can pay extra, the price is no issue!"

"The order for the Viscountess? Ha, the distinguished Viscount is standing in front of you!"

"Besides, I am here on behalf of the Tower of Judgment. This is my Inspector badge, take a good look."

"Alright, I'll come back later to pick them up."

Similar conversations took place in several tailor shops that catered to the upper class.

Char used all his tricks, using both coercion and temptation, and several tens of thousands of gold coins were spent like water.

Don't ask why. The reason is that he had just looted the Violet Manor and now had a fortune of millions. He didn't lack the money.

Every time Char entered a tailor shop, he would showcase a clothing style that Cinderella had transformed into, as a sample for them to follow.

Each tailor shop was responsible for rushing the work on one outfit simultaneously, which sped up the process significantly.

Moreover, what Char asked them to make was not the elaborate and luxurious dresses of this world, which often weighed over ten kilograms. Instead, he requested simple and minimalist clothing styles from his previous life.

Combined with certain unique magical methods in this world, the production time was short, and it only took a few hours to complete.

During this period, with nothing else to do, Char paid a visit to the academy and checked on Dahlia.

When everything was finished, Char returned to the Abyssal Palace with a variety of clothes and dresses stored in his dimensional ring.

...

Due to the different time ratios between the palace and the outside world, in Miss Witch's perception, only a short while had passed when Char reappeared at the entrance of the teleportation gate.

By the way, Miss Witch did not have the ability to open the teleportation gate out of thin air.

The previous attempt to teleport Char was made under the condition that the previous teleportation channel had not completely extinguished, allowing her to sustain it for a while longer.

So as soon as Char entered the palace this time, he casually extinguished the silver flames on the teleportation gate.

Closing the door casually was a good habit.

This way, Miss Witch would have no choice but to kill him in order to make him leave.

...

Under Miss Witch's gaze, Char took out complete sets of dresses and outfits from the ring, one by one.

The majority of them were strange styles she had never seen before.

"Do you... really want to do this?" she asked, her expression complex as she looked at the dresses in Char's hands.

"In my hometown, there's an interesting saying," Char said. "Don't lower your head, the crown will fall; don't shed tears, the villains will laugh."

"In a situation like this, the most powerful response to those who try to bring you down is to live happily, become beautiful, and be confident in yourself."

Char held up a delicate white sundress with thin straps as he spoke.

Miss Witch had a cold temperament, and it was impossible to expect her to make such a decision on her own.

What could Char do then?

He could only take the initiative himself.

"And besides, why do you think I bothered to come here?" Char smiled calmly. "Forget the past, take off that damn 'fig leaf,' and let me be the witness to your beauty as a human."

Miss Witch stared into Char's eyes, remaining silent for a long time.

Finally, she waved her hand gently.

In an instant, the space plunged into absolute darkness!

Char didn't have night vision, so he had to rely on his hearing to walk towards Miss Witch's direction.

"No need," a voice suddenly came from in front of Char. "Stay right here."

In the darkness, Miss Witch, the only one with vision, trembled slightly, taking a deep breath.

With a ripple of water, the tattered long skirt that covered her body vanished, revealing a breathtakingly beautiful pure white figure in the palace.

...SKIP...

When the lights came back on, Char blinked and snapped out of the somewhat lifeless darkness.

The process wasn't as romantic as he had imagined.

Apart from the rustling sound of fabric rubbing, Char didn't feel anything else from beginning to end, not even the touch of Miss Witch's skin.

Looking in the mirror, Char was slightly taken aback by the witch standing there in a white gown.

With just a change of dress, the sensory perception of beauty transformed completely.

If the witch, originally dressed in a black gown, had an icy and enchanting air, now she exuded a touch of freshness and casual elegance.

Paired with strappy high-heeled sandals, she resembled a college girl on vacation at the seaside.

Miss Witch lifted the edge of her skirt gently, silently gazing at her reflection in the mirror without saying a word.

But Char could clearly sense a hint of astonishment in that gaze.

For ten thousand years, Agnes, as a woman, had not dressed herself up, and her suppressed love for beauty was finally released.

Char walked slowly to Miss Witch's side and took out a sun hat from the ring, gently placing it on her head.

"So beautiful," Char exclaimed instinctively. "Uh... I mean, you're really beautiful."

Miss Witch glanced at him but didn't say anything.

"Let's continue."

After a while, Char brought out the second outfit, a combination consisting of platform heels, black stockings, pleated skirt, and a sailor uniform.

"In my hometown, this outfit is called the 'JK uniform'... Ahem, I chose this set for you purely because I think you're young, full of youthful energy and vitality."

Char babbled on.

The lights dimmed once again.

Due to the presence of stockings, Char unsurprisingly had another brief encounter with the delicate and slender feet of Miss Witch.

Smooth and exquisite.

Being so close, Char even caught a faint and alluring fragrance.

Agnes didn't say anything, but Char could clearly sense a slight tremor in her bare feet.

Finally done with this outfit change, as the lights came back on, Char couldn't help but applaud.

Yukino Yukinoshita-san, Eru Chitanda-san, Utaha Kasumigaoka, Mai... Sorry, I betrayed the world of black-haired, straight-haired, high school girls in anime.

The real world is wonderful!

In the following period of time, Char completely transformed the atmosphere of the Abyss Palace visit into a game of "Witch Nuan Nuan" (a dress-up game).

Meanwhile, various dresses and accessories that didn't fit the style of the otherworld were paired on Miss Witch.

It can only be said that when she changed outfits, she became the most perfect female model in the world.

It was no longer a question of whether the dresses suited her or not, but rather which clothes didn't look good on her.

After all, she was a woman who could make a "fig leaf" look stunning.

After trying a few rounds, on Char's strong suggestion, Miss Witch changed back into the original white sundress.

"I have to go now," Char said with some regret.

A long time had passed in the outside world, and he still had many things to deal with in reality. What he had done for Miss Witch was already enough.

...

Miss Witch gently touched the sun hat on her head, gazing at Char.

After a moment, she spoke, "When you come next time, I have something to give you."

Then, a black mist rose from her hand.

Char fearlessly stepped forward and accepted the black mist into his heart, his face pale with immense pain.

Seemingly unwilling to witness the scene before her, Miss Witch closed her eyes, turned around slowly, her high-heeled shoes making crisp footstep sounds.

As Char watched her back, he said with a pale face, "Do not worry, Your Excellency, I will not die."

"And... as an exchange, the next time I come here... I will... show you a... miracle."

"A... miracle from a parallel world."

...

When Char regained consciousness, he realized that he hadn't appeared in the stronghold of the summoning ritual. Instead, he found himself in an endless black plain.

At the end of the plain, a bright round moon hung in the sky.

"I see."

"So, you are the human who released Agnes from her seal."

A clear and ethereal voice came from above.

Char looked in the direction of the voice.

On the thickest branch of a distant tree sat a girl wearing a white pleated gown. Her long hair, as white as snow, cascaded behind her. Her slender legs, clad in dance shoes, swayed gracefully as if she were a dancing elf under the moonlight.

Her little face was fair and flawless, but it seemed to be obscured by a blurry force, making it difficult to see her true features.

"She didn't kill you; that's interesting," the girl giggled, gracefully descending from the tree. With her hands behind her back and her waist bent, she appeared in front of Char. "Congratulations, you are the first man favored by the witch."

"Agnes and I are good friends. Since you are favored by her, then... do you want to become my follower?"

A pleasant female voice echoed from all around, carrying a hint of enchantment.

Char glanced at the white-haired girl before him and sighed softly, "So, you're the green tea b*tch who stole someone's dress?"

In his field of vision,

Above the white-haired girl, a crimson mark representing "antagonist" quietly hung.