Another World Witch Training Manual

113. Witchification

When the carriage finally stopped in front of the Church of Light, Xinlai jumped out of the carriage before it had even come to a complete stop.

His boots clattered rapidly on the stone pavement, and his coat fluttered in the night wind.

The church doors were wide open, and the candlelight shining through them flickered in the night like frightened eyes.

Several church monks stood helplessly in the courtyard. When they saw Xinlai striding over, they quickly bowed and bowed, their faces filled with undisguised fear.

Xinlai ignored them and walked straight through the courtyard toward Eve's inner courtyard.

Before he even reached the entrance to the inner courtyard, he could feel that power.

The concentration of magic in the air was astonishingly high, spreading outwards like invisible waves.

Ordinary people might only feel a sudden, inexplicable palpitation or dizziness, but for those with magical perception abilities, this feeling is like being thrown into a stormy sea, with magical fluctuations surging from all directions almost drowning them.

Xinlai paused slightly, then quickened her pace.

The door to the inner courtyard was ajar. He pushed it open, and the sight before him made his pupils shrink.

Eve was kneeling on the stone slab in the center of the courtyard, her hands gripping the ground tightly, her whole body curled up like a butterfly pinned to the ground.

Her head was lowered, and her long hair fell down, obscuring her face, but through the gaps in her hair, Xinlai saw a glaring white.

It wasn't the silvery white under the moonlight, but a pale, almost transparent white that looked like all life had been drained from it.

Her hair is turning white from the roots.

Around her, the air was visibly distorted, as if some invisible force was tearing the space apart.

Fine cracks had appeared on the stone floor, spreading outwards from her center in all directions, like a spider web.

The old pastor, Edric, stood a few steps away from Eve, holding his staff in one hand and extending the other forward, chanting soothing prayers.

A faint golden aura spread from his palm, attempting to envelop Eve, but the golden light trembled violently upon contact with the distorted air around Eve, like a candle flame in a storm, ready to be extinguished at any moment.

Edric's forehead was covered in fine beads of sweat, and his face was as pale as paper.

Clearly, maintaining this calming shield is extremely taxing on him.

Alaya crouched down beside Eve, trying to get closer to her.

But every time she approached, an invisible force pushed her away. Her sleeves were torn in several places by that force, and faint bloodstains were visible on her arms.

"Eve!" Aleya's voice was already a little hoarse, but she still tried to call out, "Eve, can you hear me? It's me, it's Aleya, look at me—"

Eve did not respond.

Her body began to tremble, at first slightly, then more and more violently.

A suppressed sob escaped from deep within her throat; the sound was soft, but it made everyone present's hearts clench.

Xinlai strode forward, and Edric, seeing him, spoke with difficulty, "Your Highness, her magic is completely out of control. My soothing spell can only suppress it temporarily, but... it won't last long."

"When did it start?"

"About half an hour ago," Edric said, his voice heavy with exhaustion, "she suddenly rushed out of her room tonight, initially just crying, but then something else really happened."

The magical fluctuations grew stronger, and her hair began to turn white from the tips, now spreading to the roots. And…”

Before he could finish speaking, Eve suddenly raised her head.

Xinlai finally saw her face clearly.

Tears streamed down her cheeks, and the edges of her once crystal-clear purple eyes were now turning red.

It wasn't the red of tears, but a rich, pure ruby-like color, slowly and irreversibly spreading outward from the center of the pupil.

One of the hallmarks of witch transformation is the change in eye color.

When the red completely covered her original eye color, it meant that she had completely stepped into the threshold of becoming a witch, and there was no turning back.

Now, the red color has spread to half of the entire pupil.

Eve's gaze was unfocused; she seemed unable to see anyone in front of her. Her eyes were fixed on a point in the void, and her lips moved, repeating the same word over and over again.

Xinlai understood.

She called out "Father".

"Eve." Xinlai knelt down in front of her, her voice deliberately calm and low, "Eve, look at me."

She did not respond.

Xinlai reached out and tried to touch her shoulder.

The moment his fingertips touched her clothes, a scorching force jolted his hand away.

A stinging pain came from her fingertips. Xinlai looked down and saw that the skin on her fingertips had been burned red.

Edric hurriedly said, "Your Highness, be careful! Her magic is leaking out; you mustn't touch her now."

Ignoring the pain in her fingertip, Xinlai turned her gaze back to Eve.

Her body trembled more and more violently, and the sobbing gradually turned into suppressed cries, the sound being forced out from deep in her throat, like the mournful cry of a wounded animal on the verge of death.

As her emotions continued to crumble, the twisted force in the air became increasingly violent.

One after another, flowerpots in the yard shattered, scattering soil and shards of pottery everywhere.

The candles under the eaves went out at the same time, plunging the entire inner courtyard into darkness. Only the cold moonlight shone down, outlining Eve's curled-up figure as a desolate silhouette.

Then, large patches of her hair began to turn white.

That white started from the roots of her hair and spread downwards like a tide, consuming more and more purple every second.

Under the moonlight, the white strands of hair gleamed with a faint, cold light, like the first frost falling on the branches in early winter.

At the same time, an unprecedented surge of magical energy erupted from her body.

The fluctuation was no longer the invisible wave it had been before, but rather a force that had almost solidified into a tangible entity, spreading violently in all directions from Eve's center.

The stone bricks on the courtyard wall trembled under the impact of this force, and fine stone chips kept falling off.

Edric groaned, and the golden light shield in his hand finally gave way, shattering like a burst bubble and dissipating into specks of golden light in the night sky.

The old pastor staggered back two steps, but was quickly caught by Alaya.

"Edric!" Alaya exclaimed.

Edric waved his hand, panting, and said, "It's alright...it's alright. It's just that my magic power is exhausted, and I can no longer suppress it."

He raised his head, his cloudy eyes looking at Xinlai, his voice hoarse and heavy: "Your Highness, this child's witch-like transformation... is irreversible."

Xinlai was silent for a moment.

"How much longer can we hold out?"

"Given her current state, in another half hour at most, the magical fluctuations will become so strong that even ordinary people in the city can clearly sense them." Edric coughed twice. "At that point, nothing will be able to be hidden anymore."

As if to confirm Edric's words, a muffled horn sound suddenly came from afar.

That was the rallying cry for the city's garrison.

Xinlai's pupils contracted slightly. The city garrison's reaction was faster than he had anticipated.

That makes sense. Eve's burst of magic was just too intense. The city's defense forces have a special magic monitoring array, so it's impossible for such a fluctuation not to be detected.

He had to get Eve out of the city before the city guards arrived.