The Huntsman Of Death:A Gamer's POV As Side Character

Chapter 40 42:The Crimson Witch[II]

Holding a parchment of paper over which was a figure of a young man, she raised her chin.

Her eyes fell on the striking presence of the woman whose long, flowing pink hair cascaded over her shoulders, framing a face of flawless beauty that radiated both grace and an air of subtle dominance.

She lounged luxuriously, her body draped in delicate silks and adorned with intricate jewelry that sparkled with every slight movement.

Surrounding her were several beautiful women, each carefully attending to her with gentle massages and reverent expressions, as if entirely captivated by her presence.

Her full lips curled into a seductive smile as she cast her gaze forward. Her eyes, sharp yet playful, locked onto another woman standing before her—a crimson-haired figure holding a parchment.

"Did you call me for this? You already have brought so many boy toys to play with, yet you want another one."

Hearing this, faint laughter echoed in the chamber, and the woman raised her arm to hold the faces of two women serving her.

Each woman standing there was an exquisite beauty of her own, having a body sculpted to perfection.

"None of the boys I brought as slaves are my toys. Though they serve me, they deserve respect, so..." her eyes glowed faintly, sending warning signals to Morgana.

Naturally, it wasn't a threat; rather, it was like a sisterly joke.

Morgana sighed and looked at the woman who was head of the Lust Clan.

Liliana Asmodeus

And truly, true to her name, she sucked the essence of men, and she had already brought 100 men.

However...

It was the way she lived. Fortunately, she was one of those who treated her people well.

Except for fear of getting sucked dry, they enjoyed luxury and freedom. If they didn't want to serve anymore, all of them were free to leave.

"Is this guy important?" Morgana asked in confusion.

"I don't know," Liliana answered with a smile and then turned to the women around her. "Darlings, would you leave us alone?"

The women nodded, and then, kissing the back of her palms, started leaving one by one, making Morgana flustered.

"Are you kidding me?" Morgana asked with a glare and then demanded, "Just what is this?"

"It's nothing complicated. I am trying to increase my chances. You know I am looking for a male who can help me bear children with good potential."

Morgana's jaw almost dropped hearing this, her mind going blank after hearing such an absurd thing.

"You want slaves to bear your child? And what about all those pursuers from those clans?"

"You know me very well, so why waste time on such a stupid question?" Liliana answered with her glare, making Morgana grumble.

"You bitch and your bullshit fetishes."

"Damn it."

Without hesitation, she turned and sped towards Nightcreek Town. Yet, as she approached, the sight stole her breath as a wave of devastation stretched before her.

Buildings lay in ruins, and monstrous creatures roamed the streets, led by a massive Abyssal Wormring that burrowed through the ground, causing tremors to ripple underfoot.

It was a formidable beast, but Morgana felt confident. "You think you're something special to come here and destroy my lands," she muttered with a smirk, summoning her crimson flames.

With a flash of holy fire, she dispatched her attack in moments, reducing it to nothing but smoldering embers.

But amidst the destruction, something unusual caught her eye. A young boy, whose body was wrapped in an ominous death energy.

Morgana's expression shifted from fierce to intrigued, her gaze fixed on the strange aura.

"This boy..." She stepped closer, eyes narrowed as she studied him.

"I've never seen anything like this." The energy surrounding him was not typical death energy. Most death energy corrodes the person and leads to death.

But this was mixed with abyssal mana, an energy that usually twisted the soul into a specter or monster. Yet, instead of corrupting him, the energy hovered within his meridians as if bound to him, the abyssal mana itself drawn toward him in steady, pulsing waves.

"He should be dead or worse, corrupted," she whispered, astonished. "But somehow, it's like the energy was adapting to him."

With a sense of caution and determination, Morgana raised her hand, igniting her crimson flame, which glowed with a holy light blessed by the goddess Nora. She couldn't risk letting this unusual energy consume him.

She had found such an unusual guy; it would be bad if he died.

"Hold on, kid," she muttered, focusing the flame toward him. "If you can hear me... this might burn a little, but it'll save you."

As her holy fire touched him, the flames danced around his form, casting away the dark energy that clung to him. The boy's body shuddered as the purifying fire began its work, and Morgana watched intently, a mix of awe and worry flickering in her gaze.

Watching the boy wrestle with pain, she whispered, "I don't know who you are, but it looks like you are going to be interesting, so struggle to stay alive."

Only after saving him did she have a look and find him to be weak.

He was utterly weak and pathetic. She couldn't pinpoint anything extraordinary in him, but this was what stifled her because the boy gave her a very unsettling feeling.

So, she had been waiting for the moment to ask him.

Yeah, but then there was this annoying, infuriating fly buzzing around.

"Stay away from him, you grandma."

She felt her blood boil seeing this boy named Saber.

Grandma... How dare he?

The only thing preventing her from butchering him was her sanity. Suppressing her desire, she kicked the boy out.

Next, she drew her attention to the boy, who seemed to know her identity with a glance. So, releasing her aura, she asked.