Chapter 54: First of All, I’m Not a Pervert
The surrounding plants swayed energetically, and fresh shoots emerged from the scorched trees. On lifeless beings, a new existence was summoned through magical means. These plants could bring forth lively vitality but also pose a threat.
Eveum’s fingers touched a tree branch adorned with torn fabric and bloodstains. This was likely her first time causing harm to others.
Her anger and resentment seemed unleashed as if purging all negative emotions.
Suddenly, Eveum wiped the blood off her face, appearing utterly bewildered.
In the past, she had been kind, avoiding harm to anything. She enjoyed planting small potted plants, finding joy in the birth of new life without magic. However, recent events had left cracks in her heart.
She felt her kindness trampled and her gentleness torn into pieces. Closing her eyes at her burned treehouse, Eveum had killed those who challenged her limits. This was probably her first time using her witch abilities to take a life.
In the past, she used her powers to save the suffering people of the Wind Veil Basin or improve the environment. Using her abilities to kill was a concept that had never crossed Eveum’s mind.
Covering her mouth, she felt an indescribable sensation. She seemed to want to vomit but could only dry heave. Eveum’s tear streaks had not stopped since her treehouse burned.
Looking at her hands, she sensed the magic within her becoming unsettled. Although not as berserk as before, she intuited that continuing this way would lead to being consumed by the black mud.
Would there still be someone to save her? Could she hope for someone like Ron to appear again?
She refused to believe Ron could rescue a witch from the black mud without consequences.
“So, this is how it is. The world is indeed too cruel.”
She had always saved those struggling in the Wind Veil Basin, giving others hope. But in her own dire straits, she realized no one was there to offer her hope. Her foster mother had warned her about the cruelty of the world, especially of witches.
Eveum, once sheltered, now understood the harsh reality.
“Lilian, how is the witch doing?” Ron, lying on the table, noticed Lilian standing behind him and casually asked.
Ron hadn’t fully recovered from ingesting the toxic mushrooms, speaking with weakened breath.
He suspected the Phylin Tribe’s physiology might differ from humans, given that only he reacted; the other Phylin Tribe members who ate the poisonous mushrooms were fine.
Speaking of which, this dragon maid was too elusive. There wasn’t even a sound of footsteps.
Did Lilian never consider what would happen if she scared herself into a heart attack?
“Miss Eveum’s home was burned,” Lilian reported clearly and melodiously. “Her emotions are likely very low right now.”
Actually, Lilian’s explanation was already quite conservative. Eveum might be more than just low-spirited; she could be angry.
“Burned? By whom?” Ron was shocked.
“The refugees in the Wind Veil Basin. They did this because they found out Miss Eveum is a witch,” Lilian explained, her hands resting in front of her.
“Isn’t this place a bit too simple-minded?” Ron, hearing this reason, couldn’t help but be dumbfounded.
He had repeatedly heard that witches were treated poorly but didn’t expect it to be this extreme.
“How should he put it? There was a kind of medieval ignorance that fascinated Ron.”
“While it’s true that such events occur anytime, anywhere.”
“But this phenomenon covering the entire bicolored realm is quite astonishing.”
“How is she now? Does she have a place to stay?” Ron couldn’t help but ask.
Although Ron wasn’t the most compassionate person, Eveum’s situation did seem quite miserable.
“Finding a place to stay shouldn’t be a big problem for Miss Eveum,” Lilian said.
Eveum’s magic allows her to control plants, making creating a temporary dwelling using vegetation quite simple.
“The problem is her mood,” Lilian shook her head.
Lilian also found it hard to imagine how heavy Eveum’s heart must be after being betrayed and finding her home burnt down, especially considering she’s a dragon.
“Take me to her place,” Ron thought for a moment and said.
“Although Lilian doesn’t know why Ron wants to find Eveum, she nodded and said, ‘I understand.'”
“Before that, let’s get some snacks from Susuan,” Ron said. “It’s a bit impolite to visit empty-handed.”
“If Eveum questions him later about how he knew the address, Ron could still use these things to deflect.”
“He definitely is not a weirdo who follows witches.”
“Moluna, you can come along too,” Ron added, noticing Moluna hiding near the door.
“This made Ron quite envious. He also wished to have such charisma.”
“Moluna had been spotted long ago but thought she had hidden well.”
“Moluna, named by Ron, was startled for a moment before stepping forward.”
“Upon hearing that Eveum’s home had been burned, she almost clawed at the door in anger.”
“Moluna felt a surge of anger brewing inside her, much like when she had been hurt before.”
“I did say you could come along, didn’t I?” Ron was momentarily speechless.
