Chapter 286: Learning to Use Power 1
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In front of the small cabin, there was a pot large enough for me to take a half bath, and inside it, a suspicious green liquid was bubbling up.
A wooden spatula, stirring to prevent the liquid from sticking, moved on its own, floating in the air, while a cat beside the pot changed shape like a shadow whenever the fire flickered, stretching long then flattening.
As I slowly approached to watch this scene, the cabin's door creaked open on its own, so blatantly witch-like that even the neighborhood kids would scream upon seeing it.
"It's a humble place, but come inside. I'll show you what happened that night."
"You're going to show me?"
"Yes, I am the Witch of Dreams. It's more reliable to show you the suspicious ones who passed through my garden than to explain it verbally."
Passing the flickering cat and the self-stirring potion pot, I stepped into the cabin and was met with a strange, dry, and cool air, a stark contrast to the humid jungle outside.
The inside of the cabin was much larger than it appeared from outside, surprisingly spacious like a noble's mansion, despite looking like the perfect size for one person from the outside.
"Be careful not to get lost, and don't touch anything. Come this way."
"This is a witch's workshop?"
"Damn, the minimap isn't even opening."
-This is a serious case of mapping addiction.
-There's a disease where your heart aches if the minimap is fogged up.
-I thought witches lived modestly but f*ck, the inside is massive lol.
-Witch's modesty (owner of an enchanted mansion), simplicity (living room alone is over 400 square meters).
-But if the minimap doesnt work, how the hell do you get out? What if it ends with you being locked up in the mansion forever?
Tubes slowly rotating by themselves, flasks bouncing around mixing the powder inside, beakers covered in sticky liquid trying to escape, and brooms flying through the air chasing them.
The magic outside was just a taste of what was inside.
Following the witch through this, the viewers, uneasy, started throwing comments that tried to provoke Han Se-ah to feel anxious.
But, strengthed by her experience in internet streaming, Han Se-ah ignored the viewers' comments and followed the witch, busily checking the minimap and quest window.
The camera fixed on Silbangs butt.
"How far are we going, Witch?"
"Ho ho, calling me 'Witch.' It feels strange being addressed as such by a hero. I need to show you through a crystal orb, but it can't be moved. Just a little further."
Han Se-ah moved forward, ignoring the vehement remarks of some viewers.
The lonely Witch of Dreams, who was eagerly chatting about the witchcraft she studied, the star crows she looked for at night, and the robed figures she mistook for witches, suddenly stopped.
"Is this the crystal orb?"
"Definitely, it's too big to move."
Standing in front, was a crystal orb much taller than me.
What the f*ck, this crystal orb is over 2 meters high.
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Raei Translations
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The woman who introduced herself as the Dream Witch, 3 Holder of Dream Fragments Yulia, stood in front of the massive crystal orb and suddenly began spraying a white liquid and scrubbing it clean.
Just moments ago, she exuded a mysterious charm with an enchanting atmosphere, but suddenly she looked like a sexy maid, which felt odd.
How should I put it, wearing a body-hugging robe and washing the giant crystal orb like washing a car, it felt suffocating, really.
Yulia, who seemed to have a magical reason for it, pushed back Irene and Grace, who were trying to help.
"Thanks for the sentiment, but this one can only be handled by me. Now, step back about two steps."
"Ah, yes. Understood."
Following her gentle gesture, the group huddled in front of the crystal orb backed away en masse.
Even Silbang, with his stoic face, quietly took his place behind the others as if he was there to observe a suspect.
I too moved next to him to look at the crystal orb that the witch had cleaned with a white solution.
It seemed strangely jade due to its 2-meter size, and somehow the color appeared to be changing
"Tonight, the moon is very bright. On nights like this, the feathers of the star crows look particularly beautiful."
"What's this?"
Thinking this, I blinked, and suddenly a dark clearing unfolded before my eyes.
Were we not seeing a reflection in the crystal orb but instead, sucked into the memories contained within it?
Looking around, I saw no one, but fortunately, the hologram window was intact.
With no one watching, I tuned into Han Se-ah's stream and found she was experiencing the same thing.
Under the brightly shining full moon, she watched a witch flying off from the cabin on a broom, alone.
"The full moon is really big tonight. But seeing that the others have disappeared, am I watching this alone? And if she flies off like that, how can I follow...
Am I actually following? It feels like I'm being pulled along."
-I'm going to kill Han Se-ah, don't put it on Silbangs butt
-I thought the crystal ball was just huge for showing videos, but this is even more incredible.
-Hey, important quest information might be coming, so stop messing with the camera and shoot properly.
-Just the fact that Silbang is not here is truly a blessing, honestly.
-Hmm...Is that so...?Hmm...Is that so...?Hmm...Is that so...?Hmm...Is that so...?Hmm...Is that so...?
"Still, shes a witch, so its not going to be scientific but something magical. Like now, I've become an observer, being pulled along by the broomummmmm"
Han Se-ah seemed unconcerned, assuming it was just an event cutscene.
Watching her chat while filming the moon and the witch, there seemed to be no reason for her to be tense.
I watched as Han Se-ah flew away when suddenly I felt as if someone was grabbing my waist and neck.
Even if it was all in my head, like Han Se-ah's light body, mine also effortlessly soared into the sky.
Depending on the bright moonlight to navigate, the witch flew through the jungle, seemingly searching for a star crowwhatever that wasbut certainly a crow with beautiful feathers, moving around at will.
"Oh my? What is that?"
"Quick, come!"
"but, this"
As we moved from the jungle to a quiet forest filled only with the sounds of insects, suddenly I heard mens voices.
Following the witchs gaze, I looked down to see figures in robes.
There were five of them, wearing dark robes. They were so covered, that only the tips of their chins were barely visible.
One was leading, two were agreeing, and two seemed hesitant, as if engaged in a heated discussion.
Since it was a memory being shown, my senses couldnt pick up the voices properly either.
Being high up in the sky with the witch, the voices were drowned out by the wind.
"If not now, when!"
"Are we going tothe witch?"
Even enhancing my hearing with mana, I couldnt make out the voices, and my attempt to descend failed.
In the meantime, their discussion seemed to have concluded, and the five started moving together somewhere.
They entered the forest and headed toward the jungle.
While the witch was flying high, it wasnt clear yet, but one thing was certain: these guys had come from the kingdom's lands.
They seemed to be moving with the cloud-covered moonlight as cover, but occasional glimpses of moonlight revealed their pale hands.
Whether they are priests or not, its clear they're not barbarian warriors or witches but rather suspicious folks from the outside.
A Temple, generous to all converts, Lord Antibes, sincere in both faith and muscle, wielding the authority to command the owner of the Holy Sword, and the rough outline of events revealed by the witchs magic.
Driven by curiosity, the witch flew low, chasing after five men.
She stumbled upon the scent of herbs burned for worship and was mesmerized by the glossy, glimmering star crow, forgetting even to breathe.
The suspects fled at the sound of the witchs shouts and the crows cries echoing through the forest.
Watching all this unfold, a thought crossed my mind.
This isnt even the main quest, should I just breeze through it?
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