Another World Witch Training Manual

008, Galunde

"Your Highness the Third Prince...do you usually practice physical skills?"

Alaia recalled the fleeting glimpse of his muscular physique, and a barely perceptible blush rose on her cheeks.

"Hmm." Xinlai glanced at the street scene rushing past the window and responded absentmindedly, "My magical talent is mediocre, so I need to make up for my shortcomings with physical skills."

"Well..." Alaya's pink eyes flickered slightly, as if she were trying hard to find a topic to talk about, "I have some knowledge of medicinal baths, and I wonder if Your Highness would do me the honor of giving it a try?"

Xinlai was somewhat annoyed, her mind preoccupied with Eve. Hearing this, she paused slightly, then turned her head.

Alaya lacked the aloofness and coldness expected of a high priest.

In order to be able to talk to him, the two sat very close, their breaths audible, their noses almost touching.

Seemingly realizing that their behavior was a bit too intimate, Alaya moved back a little.

She pursed her lips, her expression revealing a cautious anticipation, yet also a fear of rejection, her eyes brimming with longing as she gazed at him.

Xinlai thought for a moment.

He didn't quite remember that Alaya in the game would delve into medicinal baths, but she was a rising star in the Church of Light, so her research couldn't be anything less than excellent.

Besides, I'm actually quite mediocre in terms of talent, so there's no harm in giving it a try.

"That would be my honor, Miss Alaya." He smiled sincerely, his eyes filled with admiration.

"I didn't expect you to be so accomplished in this field. If you have some free time sometime, why not come visit my castle?"

Alaya's eyelashes fluttered slightly, then she nodded slightly, like a bird that had just found a treasure, her voice becoming a little lighter:

"Then... I'll bring the medicinal bath ingredients with me."

"it is good."

As soon as he finished speaking, the carriage slowed down noticeably.

The execution ground has been reached.

The area was crowded with ordinary people who had come to watch the spectacle.

A few inconspicuous carriages were parked at the edge of the crowd, their curtains half-drawn. These were high-ranking officials who were observing the execution ground through the narrow gaps.

"Tsk tsk tsk, what a pretty girl, and she just chopped off her head like that? What a pity."

"What a pity? She's a witch! When she goes berserk, one spell and our whole city is like ants and red bean paste!"

"I've heard that witches store excess magic power in their breasts and wombs..."

"I think it's real. Look at that curve!"

"Not necessarily. I'll remain skeptical until I try it."

"Make way, make way! Sunflower seeds, potatoes, cabbage roots, one copper coin a handful! One copper coin a handful..."

……

Xinlai ordered the coachman to stop the carriage a little closer to the execution ground so that he could see every detail of the execution.

He lifted the carriage curtain and squinted at the high platform.

Three figures stood at the very top.

In the center sat his father, King Bemmir, who commanded respect without anger. His expression was solemn as he sat on the throne, exuding an air of dominance over the world.

On the left is Hallerton of the Church of Light, his face solemn, head held high, with a hint of disdain for Simien in front of him in his eyes.

Simeon was dressed in a neat white undershirt and martial arts trousers, her naturally curly brown hair parted in the middle.

He carried a huge silver sword, its blade gleaming with a blinding cold light in the sunlight.

In the center of the execution ground, in the cage, Eve's hands were chained high, and she slumped to the ground as if her bones had been removed.

Dark red bloodstains were faintly visible on the matte, magic-resistant fabric of the garment.

Xin Lai slowly breathed a sigh of relief, but then felt that something was not quite right.

Now the problem has fallen back on his good second brother.

If he were to publicly behead Eve, all his elaborate schemes would be for naught.

But if he didn't act, he would surely lose all dignity on the execution ground in front of everyone, losing his father's approval, the people's respect, and his brothers' reverence...

So what will he do?

Xin Lai leaned against the car wall in confusion, her earlier anxiety completely gone.

He even crossed his legs, looking relaxed as he waited to see how the show would end.

Alaya vaguely sensed the change in Xinlai's emotions, but she didn't ask any questions. She simply sat quietly beside him, watching the execution that she considered to be justified.

Just as Simeon, holding his silver sword, solemnly stepped down the hundred steps toward the cage,

"Oh? Third brother, weren't you injured?"

A familiar voice came from outside the car.

Xinlai glanced sideways.

Alaya understood and reached out to pull up the carriage curtain.

Before anyone knew it, another carriage had stopped next to the original carriage. It was twice as big as Xinlai's and exuded a luxurious agarwood fragrance.

His elder brother, Aryan Bomirt Garund, sat half-reclined in the car.

He had two women, one on each side, with seductive eyes and the other on his shoulders like water snakes, as if afraid to leave his side even for a moment.

There was another person lying at his feet, with his hands on Galund's knees, his head down, and suppressed gagging sounds coming from his throat from time to time.

"Big brother." Xin Lai nodded first, smiled, "As you know, I may not be good at much else, but I heal quickly."

After thinking for a moment, Galend laughed and said, "That's true. When you were little, I spanked you, and your bottom would swell up bigger than your face, but you'd be full of energy the next day, hahaha—"

Xinlai gave a forced smile but didn't reply.

He was used to his two older brothers' sarcastic remarks. Even if there were outsiders present, he would just laugh it off.

After all, who would get angry with someone who has a lot of STDs?

Galend, who indulged in revelry day and night, not to mention his two kidneys whose foundations were completely destroyed, was described with the phrase, "Oh dear, what's the big deal about warts? The probability of getting an STD is less than that of gonorrhea, okay?"

In "Elegy of Asgard," the eldest prince's ultimate fate is to die from complications of AIDS.

After a moment of silence, Xin Lai suddenly seemed to remember something and asked, "Big brother, I heard you're very interested in this witch?"

Galund glanced thoughtfully at Xinlai.

"Where did you hear these rumors? I may have more women than men, but I wouldn't risk my life for a little pleasure."

Upon hearing this, Xinlai nodded, certain that Simien had lied...

This also proves that Eve must have some secret that only Simeon knows.

Seeing that Xinlai had lost interest in communicating, Galund had already turned his gaze to the side.

He stared intently at the beautiful figure inside the carriage who had just withdrawn her hand, and two hungry flames suddenly ignited in his eyes.

"Third brother, who is this beauty...?"

Xinlai didn't rush to speak, but instead glanced at Alaya and nodded slightly.

Alaya understood, gracefully rose from her seat, and gave Galund a proper bow:

"The Church of Light, High Priestess Alaya of Asgard, greets His Highness Galund."

Her voice was clear and crisp, and her manners were impeccable.

It's no wonder Galund was captivated; just look at Aleya's figure:

Slightly plump but not greasy, her slender waist was outlined by the robe, creating a soft, curvaceous silhouette. Beneath her beautiful, fair collarbones were large breasts that barely covered her upper arms, and her hips were faintly visible beneath the folds of her skirt. A pair of long, jade-like legs cascaded down from the hem of her robe, smooth and flawless.

If Galendr hadn't been a local, he probably would have shouted, "Kudoshinko, come quick!"

"Hmm, not bad, not bad." Galund nodded repeatedly, his gaze slowly sweeping over Aleya as if licking her.

Alaya's expression was slightly cold. After finishing her greetings, she sat down without looking at Galund again.

"Um... Miss Alaya," Galendroy said, leaning forward without realizing it, "I feel a real connection with you. Perhaps we could move to my castle later, and then—"

"Whoosh."

Xinlai subtly and quietly pulled the carriage curtain shut.

He shut out that predatory gaze, along with the warm invitation.

Alaya turned to look at Xinlai, a hint of grievance in her eyes, her lips slightly pursed.

Xinlai smiled. "Don't worry, even if he were incredibly lecherous, he wouldn't dare touch you." She paused, then continued, as if joking, "Who told you to be the High Priestess of the Church of Light?"

Seeing Xinlai joking like this, Alaya's voice, though seemingly coquettish, carried a hint of soft reproach:

"Your Highness, that's a rather distant remark..."

She lowered her eyes, her tone soft, yet each word clear:

"You and he are both princes, and you should know that I, a high priest, would never dare to offend either of you..."

Her words carried a hint of resentment, somewhat like a young woman who had just reunited with her lover after a long separation, complaining about Xin Lai.