Witch Monastery

Flame Witch Ekta and Insects Witch Andny were the two weakest witches in the monastery—not only was their magic power feeble, but their physical bodies were frail as well. In every aspect, they paled in comparison to the other five witches.

The Flame Witch was at least somewhat capable. Though unremarkable overall, her mastery over flames granted her terrifying destructive potential. When wielded strategically, she could unleash devastating area attacks.

The Insects Witch, however… was awkward.

Her true form was a massive, hive-like structure, riddled with countless holes, each teeming with squirming worms. Naturally, her abilities revolved around summoning and controlling insects, commanding them to fight on her behalf.

This combat style worked well enough against ordinary people. After all, sending swarms of fearless worms to gnaw and burrow into human flesh could inflict horrific damage.

But against anyone with even rudimentary magical abilities? Utterly ineffective. Take Charles, for example—a single Burning Hands spell would incinerate most of her summoned worms in an instant.

With a bit of luck, Charles might even defeat this witch in a one-on-one fight right now.

This alone demonstrated just how weak these two witches truly were. So long as no other witches interfered, purifying them would be no issue at all!

"Understood!" The two witches nodded in unison, their eyes blazing with ambition.

Now, all they had to do was wait—for Theresa to leave, for the other nuns to go foraging (though most importantly, for that troublesome Sephera to vacate the monastery)—until only the Flame Witch or the Insects Witch remained inside. Then, they would strike!

Such opportunities would be rare.

They could not afford to waste a single one.

...

Several days later.

"Hattie, my good sister, what exactly do you want to show me?"

"Oh, just come in and see! Spoiling it would ruin the surprise. Come on, hurry inside!"

At the doorway of Charles's room, Hattie eagerly pulled another nun dressed in a black habit—her face serene and lovely—urging her to enter.

This was the Insects Witch, Andny, whose pleasure was releasing the worms within her body, letting them burrow into the palms and soles of young girls, gnawing at their marrow as she drank in their agonized screams and drained their souls.

Yet, despite her cruelty, the witch now wore a mask of tranquility, her eyes innocent, like a pious nun untouched by the world's evils.

Trusting her fellow sister, Andny stopped questioning and stepped inside, pushing the door open.

Whoosh—

Suddenly, four thick ink-green tentacles lashed out, coiling around her wrists and ankles. Black mist coiled from them, sealing away all her magic in an instant.

The witch's face twisted in fury. "Hattie, you betray me?! You—ugh—!"

Her beautiful eyes split apart, multiplying into countless insect-like compound eyes that swarmed across her face, still spreading—

Before she could resist, a blade pierced her chest. Behind her, Ruth materialized, her purple-red eyes burning with murderous intent, as if ready to cut down her own sister!

Staggered by the blow, Andny gasped. "Ruth?! You… how could you—?"

Then, from the shadows, Charles—cloaked in protective spells—stepped forward. He placed a hand on her and chanted:

"Purified."

Bzzzt—

A milky radiance erupted.

Within the white light, the witch's eyes reverted—shrinking, reshaping—back into their original beauty.

Her expression shifted—from shock… to confusion…

Then her head lolled, her body went limp, and she collapsed into unconsciousness.

Success.

Hattie retracted her tentacles, and immediately the Insects Witch's body pitched forward. Charles swiftly extended his arms, catching her limp form against his chest.

Outside the door, Ruth sheathed her blade and entered, her face as expressionless as ever - this was simply her way. Meanwhile, Hattie beamed brightly, addressing Charles: "Congratulations, Master!"

Charles smiled, feeling the tension in his chest ease considerably. He exhaled deeply. "Yes, that went smoothly enough."

Since advancing to third level, his daily routine had gradually normalized. Each day found him in the scriptorium, studying alone with a witch's company, determined to master all remaining spells from the five primers.

Hattie and Ruth, meanwhile, busied themselves setting traps in their respective rooms while carefully monitoring the movements of other witches, patiently awaiting their opportunity to strike.

Such chances proved rare. Without compelling reason, the witches seldom left the monastery, let alone in pairs.

Charles and his companions could only wait, though his patience wore thin. The matter of Sophia weighed on him like a mountain, fueling unbearable agitation.

They needed to succeed quickly - who knew what complications might arise from further delays!

After eight agonizing days, their opportunity finally came when both Sephera and Ekta departed.

However, an easy victory yielded modest rewards. The Insects Witch provided only 350 Purification Points - far fewer than what Hattie and Ruth had offered.

No matter. During the Night of the Witches, those he'd purified would grant additional rewards. He simply needed to continue purifying and wait patiently!

Imagining this bright future, Charles produced his spellbook and cast "Cure Wounds" on Andny.

Milky healing light flared briefly before fading. Even this first-level spell sufficed for the frail witch.

Andny's eyes fluttered open, beautiful pupils clouded with confusion. Recognizing Charles, her expression brightened. "Master!"

She immediately sat up, wrapping her arms around his waist.

"Ah..." Charles stroked her hair, marveling at purification's miraculous power. Softly he added, "Andny, I'm sorry to ask this while you're injured, but Sophia's situation is urgent."

"Could you send your worms to gather intelligence in the slums?"

Andny nodded vigorously. "Of course, Master! These minor wounds won't hinder my abilities."

Purification had psychically attuned her to Charles - she understood his purpose before he finished speaking.

Her nun's wimple stirred without wind as several insects emerged, darting through the window toward the slums.

Charles brimmed with anticipation. Though weak in combat, the Insects Witch's unique ability to gather intelligence through her worms surpassed all others.

With her assistance, locating Sophia or assessing the slums' situation would prove far simpler.

Then Andny's eyes suddenly brightened. "Master! Ekta is returning to the monastery alone!"

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