Chapter 7: Your aggressiveness is a bit strong
Apart from morals, Madam Mercury and the unidentified flying dragon seemed to highly approve of Ron’s character. But this was really a coincidence. Ron never expected a black slime could transform into an adorable witch.
“At least ten degrees lower…”
When Ron stepped out of that door, he felt a noticeable drop in temperature.
If you look in the direction of the cold wind, you can see the outline of a territory. However, it’s called a territory, but to Ron, it looks like a relatively small town with fields outside.
Suddenly, Moluna lightly tapped him on the shoulder and pointed in a specific direction. Ron followed the direction Moluna pointed out and saw a graceful figure standing in the fierce wind.
“Maid?” Ron was stunned after seeing her attire. Clearly, she was a maid, but why would there be a maid in this icy wilderness? This was no longer fantasy. It was science fiction.
The young girl’s silver-white short hair was smooth and shiny, and her mature and beautiful face showed no expression. In her ruby-like eyes, there was no kindness when looking at Ron. The corners of her eyes were adorned with light red eyeshadow, as if disdainful glances could appear at any moment. She was indeed dressed in a short maid outfit. This maid outfit did not diminish her extraordinary demeanor. She still exuded confidence and elegance.
The flawless white garter stockings were perfectly positioned in the absolute domain, while the apron she wore on the upper body covered the part above the garter button. The upper part of this maid outfit was a pure black blouse, and the black pleated skirt connected to it tightly wrapped around her back. With lace gloves on her hands, the maid had her hands clasped together, placed in front of the skirt, standing crisply, undeterred by the cold wind.
Ron pondered for a few seconds, trying to ignore the maid as he took a few steps forward.
“Dadadada.” Then he took a few steps, and the maid followed suit, maintaining the exact same distance from him.
He paused, changed direction, and took a few more steps.
“Dadadada.” The maid took a few small steps and closed the distance expressionlessly.
“Miss, uh…” Ron couldn’t help but ask, “May I ask who you are?”
He admitted that the maid was cute, but just coming out of the door prepared by Madam Mercury, meeting a maid in this cold and desolate place was strange and potentially dangerous, no matter how you looked at it.
Mainly, he was concerned that this could be some kind of supernatural occurrence. Upon hearing Ron speak, she lifted the hem of her dress and gracefully greeted Ron, “Nice to meet you. You can call me Lilian, Mr. Ron.”
“Miss Lilian… So, what are you following me for?”
“I am the maid sent by Madam Mercury. I can assist you by taking you to the frozen territory.”
“If that’s the case, why didn’t you say anything earlier?”
“Let me take the initiative to speak with humans. I have difficulty accepting it physiologically. I’m truly sorry.”
“Then why did you keep such a distance from me?” Ron looked at the more than fifty meters between him and Lilian, asking.
“You’re a bit dirty. Please forgive me for not wanting to get close to you,” Lilian explained with a calm expression. “Although I don’t have a cleanliness obsession, I really can’t accept the dirtiness you have now.”
Ron found the maid sent by Madam Mercury to be quite assertive, and his expression became subtly nuanced. As he assessed Lilian, he seemed eager to understand the situation behind this cute maid. However, while he observed Lilian, she, in turn, scrutinized this human from another world.
Lilian had encountered transmigrators before, and their behavior was indistinguishable from those in the dual-color realm. Their inherent nature was nearly impossible to change. Though Madam Mercury had tasked her with assisting this transmigrator, Lilian still harbored some internal resistance.
The vile nature of their souls was linked to the human race, and she scorned these inferior beings.
As an elegant white dragon, she wouldn’t allow her disdain to manifest in impolite behavior.
At this moment, Lilian seemed to sense a certain gaze and looked towards Moluna. Although Moluna’s eyes remained dim and lifeless, her eyebrows furrowed, indicating annoyance.
“Greetings, Miss Witch,” Lilian bowed to Moluna, and Ron couldn’t help but feel that her attitude was much better than when she greeted him.
“Please follow me. I will take you to the frozen territory.” Lilian walked in front of Ron but maintained the same distance from him.
Her role as Ron’s monitor meant she wouldn’t provide any assistance in terms of combat power. She was tasked with ensuring Ron’s behavior remained appropriate, and if he misused the system of the Ten Sages, she had the right to intervene.
“Why haven’t you found the culprit?” Ron asked, standing behind Lilian.
“We know he’s in there, but we don’t know what he looks like or what kind of creature he is,” Lilian explained patiently. “The people sent to find the culprit before never returned successfully.”
“Creature?” Ron found the earlier part of her statement intriguing.
“Because we can’t guarantee that the culprit is human,” Lilian said, glancing at Ron.
Moluna closely followed Ron, mirroring his steps, and even grabbed onto the hem of his clothes.
Ron turned to Moluna, thinking she had regained normal consciousness. “Moluna?”
Unfortunately, Moluna didn’t respond. All her actions seemed driven by instinct.
“Even if a witch who once turned into black mud transforms back into human form, most of them never fully regain consciousness for the rest of their lives,” Lilian said abruptly. “Being able to return to human form is already miraculous.”
“Do you know a lot about these things?” Ron asked.
“Regardless, I know more than you do,” Lilian replied politely.
Ron cleared his throat and was momentarily speechless.
“The term ‘witch’ wasn’t a good word from the beginning.”
“People like Miss here are called witches because humans perceive their power as evil,” Lilian explained. “The magic and prayers humans currently possess come from different symbols.”
“But the power wielded by witches doesn’t come from these symbols, which is why humans deem it irrational and evil.”
“Furthermore, witches often can’t control their powers, leading to a state of magical frenzy, ultimately transforming into a mass of black mud, solidifying the human perception of their evil.”
“It’s truly foolish. Their powers originate from the dual-color realm, yet humans label them as evil witches.”
She paused, glancing at Ron sideways, “Although your untidiness disgusts me, I sincerely appreciate that you saved a witch.”
