Lord: I have built a witch's sanctuary.

Chapter 133 The Lazy Witch Leader

Chapter 132 The Lazy Witch Leader

The velvet comforter was warm and cozy, like a soft cloud enveloping you.

Anna rolled over, buried her face in the pillow, and let out a muffled groan.

The fireplace in the bedroom was still burning, its orange-red flames flickering gently on the ceiling, warming the entire room.

Outside the window was a vast expanse of white snow. The sound of the wind occasionally slipped in through the cracks, but was completely blocked by the thick walls and the magical heating system.

She shrank her neck and pulled the blanket up even higher, revealing only a small tuft of red hair.

so comfy.

This bed—it's so comfortable.

The velvet cover feels smooth to the touch, and it's filled with the finest goose down. It's thick but not heavy, and when you cover yourself with it, it feels like being gently embraced.

The mattress is soft yet supportive; lying on it, you sink in a little bit, which is just right.

Anna thought vaguely that she had never slept in such a nice bed in her life, no, in both her past and present lives.

When she was a maid at the Countess's house, she slept on a straw mat in the corner of the servants' quarters.

In winter, the straw is hard and cold, and it pricks your whole body when you turn over.

At that time, she didn't even have a complete blanket, only a tattered cloth discarded by another maid, which couldn't keep out the cold at all.

I have to get up before dawn every day to work. My hands are covered in chilblains, and the cracks hurt so much when they get wet that I can barely breathe.

What about food? Black bread, the kind so hard it could kill a rat. If you could occasionally have a bowl of watery vegetable soup, that was considered a good day.

And now—

Anna moved her fingers in bed, touched the soft sheets beneath her, and a smile unconsciously crept onto her lips.

She is now the leader of the Witch Clan.

The castle has a private bedroom, a private chef, and private meals.

Last night, the chef brought her a bowl of hot stewed meat soup with large chunks of beef and potatoes. The rich aroma almost made her lose her soul.

I never even dreamed of living like this before.

In her half-awake state, Anna's mind was filled with images from yesterday.

In that fierce battle, tens of thousands of demons surged in like a tidal wave. She stood on the city wall, controlling twenty-four Towers of Entropy, shooting out beams of time one after another, turning the demons that rushed close into ashes.

After the battle, she felt weak all over, her mental energy was almost completely depleted, and she could even stagger while walking.

Even so, she felt at ease.

Because Lord Lorraine is there.

As long as Lord Lorraine is here, everything will be fine.

Anna's consciousness grew increasingly blurred, her thoughts drifting slowly like a little yellow duck floating in lukewarm water.

She remembered the first time she met Lorraine. At that time, she was a maid who knew nothing and was so humble that she didn't even dare to look up at her master.

Lorraine pulled her out of the mire.

Awaken her, give her strength, give her a home.

Each advancement, from Tier 1 to Tier 2, from Tier 2 to Tier 3, and from Tier 3 to Tier 4, was a ceremony personally prepared for her by Lord Lorraine, and a magic circle personally drawn for her.

This luck, this kindness, is so great that she can never repay it in her lifetime.

Anna's consciousness grew increasingly blurred, and she was almost falling back into a dream.

In the last moments of her half-awake state, she vaguely thought that even that girl Leila's good fortune probably couldn't compare to her own luck in meeting Lord Lorraine.

So what if she's a witch of fate? No matter how much she manipulates the threads of destiny, she can't create a Lord Lorraine.

Following Lord Lorraine was the best thing Anna had ever done in her life.

The luckiest thing in the world.

Her breathing gradually became long and even, her consciousness slowly sank, and she was about to fall asleep again—

"Knock knock knock!"

There was a knock on the door.

"Sister Anna! Sister Anna!"

Ohm's voice came from outside the door, clear and urgent, with the lively spirit unique to young girls.

Anna didn't move.

"Ugh————"

She pulled the blanket over her head, mumbled a sound, turned over, and faced away from the door.

"Sister Anna! Wake up!" Ohm knocked twice more. "Big brother asked me to wake you!"

"Just a little longer—just a little longer—" Anna's voice was muffled under the covers, as if it were squeezed out from a pile of cotton.

"No, no!" Ohm's tone became even more urgent. "Sister Anna, have you forgotten? Today, your big brother is going to hold a fifth-order witch ascension ceremony for you!"

Fifth order.

Promotion ceremony.

These two words were like a bucket of cold water poured into Anna's drowsy mind.

Her eyes suddenly opened a crack.

Fifth-order advancement —

Yes, Lord Lorraine said it yesterday, it has to start first thing this morning.

He spent the whole night preparing the magic array, and told her to get some rest and meet at the designated open space this morning.

Anna slowly peeked out from under the covers, her long red hair scattered messily on the pillow, and she glanced sleepily at the head of the bed.

On the bedside table sat a brass mechanical clock, handmade by Ohm. The gears made a soft, intermittent sound as the hands pointed towards Anna, whose pupils suddenly contracted.

I'm late.

I was almost an hour late!

"Oh no!"

Anna threw off the covers and sprang up from the bed.

She didn't even have time to change out of her pajamas, grabbing the slippers by the bed and putting them on. Her long red hair was draped over her shoulders, and the straps of her nightgown were still hanging loosely.

When she opened the door, Ohm was standing in the doorway, blinking at her.

"Sister Anna, your clothes..."

"It's too late!"

Anna dashed past Ohm like the wind, her slippers slapping against the stone floor of the corridor.

Ohm paused for a moment, then jogged after him.

"Sister Anna, wait for me!"

Anna didn't turn around; her red hair flew behind her, and the hem of her nightgown billowed in the air currents.

She ran through the corridor, down the stairs, pushed open the side door, and plunged into the cold morning wind.

A blast of cold air hit her face, making her shiver, but she didn't care.

Lord Lorraine is waiting for her.

Lord Lorraine had prepared a magic circle all night long, waiting for her.

She couldn't keep Lord Lorraine waiting.

Anna gritted her teeth and ran across the snow-covered road in her slippers, sprinting toward the open space where Lorraine had prepared the ceremony for her.

The magic circle has been completed on the open ground.

Lorraine squatted on the ground, using magic crystal powder to outline the final pattern. The fifth-order advancement array was much more complex than the fourth-order one, with thirty-six sets of core runes alone, each of which had to be accurate to the millimeter.

The fourth-tier Molten Core was placed in the very center of the magic circle, emitting a dark red glow, surrounded by a ring of magic crystals.

With 50,000 magic crystals, plus fourth-tier molten magic cores, and most of the fourth-tier materials dropped by other monsters, the entire Frostwolf City's inventory was almost emptied.

Lorraine stood up, dusted off the powder on her hands, and examined the magic circle in front of her.

The texture is smooth, the runes are precise, and the materials are perfectly matched.

He nodded, quite satisfied with his skills.

Anna is the only one missing.

He looked up at the sky, then at the watch made by Ohm on his wrist.

I'm late.

This little girl.