Crack.
It was the sound of a heart breaking.
Deep within Mrs. Germani's heart, a sorrow spread, her eyes filled with pain and bewildered grief.
Tonight, Baron Hastur Campbell suddenly appearing beneath her window should have been something joyful.
But beside him, there was actually that beautiful woman.
Knowing her mother's personality well, upon seeing this scene, only one thought arose in her mind.
Why did Baron Hastur Campbell come back together with her mother tonight? Did something happen?
In terms of looks and figure, she and her mother were almost the same. If one did not know them, they would be mistaken for a pair of sisters.
But now, Hastur was escorting her mother home late at night. What did that mean? She didn't dare to imagine it, didn't dare to imagine how they spent the night together.
What the two of them did while they were together. Jealousy spread as well.
"Don't be sad. All men in this world are the same, which is why I've always told you not to believe in love. It's the most illusory and least trustworthy emotion."
Behind Mrs. Germani, Molaka silently walked over, wrapping both arms around her waist, her head gently resting on her shoulder. Her tone was seductive, her expression charming.
Below, Hastur likewise saw the interaction between Mrs. Germani and Molaka, and then thought of the terms proposed earlier by the ageless witch beside him.
He could only say: you witches really know how to play!
The ageless witch Seraphina clearly knew that her daughter, Mrs. Germani, had feelings for him, so she deliberately had him escort her back so late, just to be coincidentally seen by Mrs. Germani and cause a misunderstanding.
Is this really something a normal mother could think of and actually carry out?
He was certain that if he were willing, this ageless witch wouldn't even mind being intimate with him right under Mrs. Germani's gaze.
And that witch who had assassinated him, her expression, her actions, clearly showed that she loved Mrs. Germani deeply. And Mrs. Germani looked very similar to their mother. If there weren't some other unusual feelings mixed in here, that would be the strange thing.
Witches, truly beings that twist the mind. Each and every one of them knew how to play.
In comparison, Mrs. Germani, who had always strictly adhered to her status and never casually crossed the line with him, was practically the good baby among witches.
As for the Demoness of White's family, though they weren't much better, compared to this Demoness of Black's family, they were still far more innocent.
That family seemed inclined to turn their son into a witch, while the Demoness of Black's family had girls from the start.
Hastur glanced sideways at the ageless witch beside him. At this moment, a smile lingered at the corner of her lips as she watched Germani and Molaka by the window.
That smile was filled with chill.
It was unclear whether she was angry that her two daughters weren't sleeping in the middle of the night and were always together, or because they were acting recklessly in front of her guest and embarrassing her.
At the window, Molaka also sensed that icy gaze. Not only was she not afraid, she lifted her chin slightly and met it without courtesy, then hugged Mrs. Germani even tighter, as if declaring ownership.
Mrs. Germani was clearly thin-skinned and couldn't endure such stimulation, especially in front of her mother.
She struggled free from Molaka's embrace, then looked down at her mother with a flustered expression.
What a complicated family ethical relationship this is!
Hastur felt that what Will did tonight was really reliable.
If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have believed that a witch's family could be this intense!
Leonard only wanted a passionate romance with the ageless witch. Compared to this, Leonard's behavior was still far too conservative.
"Interested in coming upstairs with me?" Seraphina withdrew her gaze from the second-floor window, her whole body radiating a witch's charm as she looked at Hastur with a bewitching smile.
"Not interested. Find someone else." Hastur rejected her outright, even taking a small step back.
"Hehe, if you're willing to go up, tonight you'll have three witches accompanying you. Not even a king gets that kind of treatment." Seraphina spoke seductively, extending a finger to lightly trace her lips, then licking her pink tongue, maxing out the allure.
"You're not good at actively relying on beauty to seduce others." Hastur mercilessly exposed Seraphina's act. A real witch didn't need to deliberately make such provocative gestures.
The more she did this, the more it showed that she was doing it on purpose.
"You really aren't tempted at all?"
"I have no interest in discussing this topic with a witch."
Seraphina sized him up from head to toe, her gaze stopping between his legs. She sneered, "Don't tell me you don't have that ability?"
"..."
That was truly unbearable! Unbearable, yes, but he wouldn't be provoked by such a simple taunt.
If he really followed her upstairs, then tonight he would definitely be drained dry, in every sense of the word.
"Too bad you're too old. I'm not interested in old women."
"Germani is still young. Weren't you unmoved by her as well?"
"Sorry, I'm a bit of a clean freak. I don't like using things other people have already used."
Seraphina's eyes rippled, but she didn't get angry. She said calmly, "Then you can leave."
"I don't feel like leaving just yet. A family ethics drama like this is simply too much."
Seraphina's expression completely cooled. She raised her hand, and the second-floor window shut tightly.
"So even witches care about keeping family shame from spreading?"
Hastur admitted he was being a bit reckless now, but who told this ageless witch to scheme against him in the first place?
Now look, she failed to scheme against him and instead let him watch a lively show.
Seraphina still said nothing. With a gloomy face, she grabbed Hastur by the shoulder, carried him through the Spirit World, and threw him out of it.
Hastur had already returned from Mrs. Germani's home to his own.
Before Hastur could mock anything, Seraphina vanished, probably going back to deal with her daughters.
Sigh, being able to freely traverse the Spirit World really is convenient.
...
"Tonight was really interesting. I should properly thank Will," Hastur murmured, returning to his bedroom and taking a paper crane into his palm.
Not long after lying on the bed, he entered the dream world. Will appeared dressed as a clown, carrying a string of balloons.
"You're looking for me in such a hurry, are you here to thank me for tonight's arrangements?" Will grinned widely, his clown makeup looking like both a smile and tears.
"Your ice cream supply will be cut in half from now on."
"Why!" Will angrily swung the balloons in his hand.
"Because you didn't notify me in advance."
"That's called a surprise. Do you even know what a surprise is?"
"More like a fright."
"Hmph, didn't you think what happened tonight was interesting?"
"It was indeed interesting, watching a witch family drama from the sidelines was chaotic and twisted."
Will's mouth curled upward as he smiled brightly. "That's nothing. These witches can do things even more twisted. They need an outlet, an outlet for their distortion and pain."
"Why do you think they don't abandon their own bloodline?"
"That's because, in their eyes, bloodline is the best toy the Primordial Demoness bestowed upon them, the greatest mercy."
"Being able to remain rational amid such painful distortion is precisely because they vent those negative emotions onto their blood relatives."
Will spoke at length, his words full of disdain for the witch's.
Hastur pondered and said, "Is this the influence originating from the Primordial Demoness?"
"No. This is their own choice. The Primordial Demoness never issued any special oracle. They chose to pass pain and distortion down generation after generation themselves."
"Those who were once harmed ultimately turn into butchers who create tragedies, pitiful and hateful."
Hastur felt deeply about this. There were many people like this in the world.
Will looked him over a few times and said, "Why did you come back so early tonight? Didn't that witch invite you to play some new games?"
Play new games?
Hastur's face darkened as he said in a low voice, "Your ice cream will be cut in half again!"
"Getting angry out of embarrassment, huh." Will didn't care at all about Hastur's threat. Just by suppressing that ageless witch tonight and letting Hastur watch a free show, the ice cream supply would only increase, not decrease.
"Heh, be careful or I'll go to your place tomorrow."
"No, you can't. Once you come, fate will change. How things are now is the best way for us to interact."
Hastur was only trying to scare Will. He didn't actually want to interfere with Will's fate again.
Because Will's fate was never with him to begin with.
After ending the casual chat with Will, Hastur went to the Hall of Stars to accurately verify the authenticity of the assassin potion formula.
His Chain of Order was itself a concrete manifestation of order and rules, so verifying an assassin potion formula was very simple.
The verification result was true.
Now, as long as he gathered the ingredients, he could turn Ariella into a cat assassin. One step closer to the future cat witch.