Witch's Embrace

"The Witch's Convent" by DaoistaHADNk

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Hawthorne slowly opened his eyes, and the first thing he saw was the ceiling of the infirmary and the large chandelier. The unfamiliar scene puzzled him, as he had never seen anything like it before.

Where am I...?

He tried to move his hand but found his entire body paralyzed, unable to move. He slightly shifted his gaze and saw Cuivis with tear-stained cheeks, kissing him tenderly on the lips.

Oh, right, I was purifying Cuivis, and then I got poisoned. Before losing consciousness, I had the witches send me to Andinie's room...

No, now this place should be called the "infirmary."

So then...

"Detoxify."

He silently uttered in his mind, and then an overwhelming fatigue surged over him. He closed his eyes again and fell into a deep sleep.

However, his command had been issued, so the infirmary began to operate steadily.

A small door in the back cabinet suddenly opened, and a disc with two large needles flew out, landing on Hawthorne's chest. Then, it extended two probes to the left and right, spraying medical alcohol to disinfect his arms.

Yuta quickly patted Cuivis on the shoulder and said softly, "It's okay now, stop quickly!"

Cuivis withdrew from kissing Hawthorne, trying to stand, but her legs gave way, and she nearly collapsed.

Yuta swiftly caught her slender waist, helped her to a nearby chair, and asked with concern, "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine..." Cuivis replied weakly, her face and lips pale. Looking at the medical equipment working automatically, she managed a faint smile, "From now on, I will need Master and all the sisters to take good care of me."

Yuta nodded slowly, her expression serious, "Of course!"

Having made this promise, the two witches ceased speaking, their eyes fixed on the disc, anxiously awaiting the detoxification process.

Then, they watched as the two needles inserted into Hawthorne's arm veins, drawing out dark venous blood and delivering it into the disc.

A gentle purifying white light emanated from the disc, and the seemingly unchanged blood was slowly reintroduced into Hawthorne's right arm.

Heidi continued to cast Cure Wounds until she exhausted the last bit of her Magic Power, then weakly handed the Grimoire to Yuta, saying, "I can't cast anymore. It's your turn!"

Yuta didn't hesitate. Although she specialized more in melee combat than spellcasting, it didn't mean her mana pool was small. As long as she held the Spellbook, casting some spells was no burden for her.

So Yuta took the book and, like Heidi before her, used up all her Mana, casting Cure Wounds on Hawthorne freely.

Heidi, too, was not idle. She left the room to bring Ectar and Andinie over. Only when everyone's Mana was completely drained did the witches weakly lean against the operating table, anxiously and helplessly awaiting the final result.

Finally, after another six hours, by the time the sun had set, the long and grueling purification was complete.

The purification disc withdrew its needles and automatically flew back into its cabinet. Hawthorne slowly opened his confused eyes.

His consciousness was still a bit hazy, unclear about his current state. Seeing him awake, the five witches, despite their physical weakness, gathered around him eagerly, "Master, how are you feeling?"

"Are you okay? Can you move your body?"

"Any dizziness? Do you feel like eating?"

...

They asked with concern, questions coming one after another like a barrage, making Hawthorne feel dizzy. He quickly raised a hand and said with a slightly hoarse voice, "Stop, everyone stop!"

The five witches immediately fell silent. Hawthorne took a couple of deep breaths to calm his emotions, as his consciousness became clearer. He carefully recalled the previous situation and finally understood what had happened.

Suddenly, he couldn't help but feel a burst of fear.

That was close, almost a disaster!

But fortunately, now he had been saved, and everything was settled.

"What time is it now?" he asked. "How long was I unconscious? Nothing else has happened, has it?"

"The sun just set; you've been unconscious for about six hours," Heidi quickly replied, her voice choked with emotion and tears forming in her eyes.

She wiped her tears with her sleeve, managing a smile, "Nothing unexpected happened at the convent, everything has gone smoothly."

The other witches also nodded, their excitement evident. Even Yuta, usually stoic, was so moved her eyes were red, as if she might cry at any moment.

Hearing this, Hawthorne relaxed.

Good, I thought I had been out for three days and nights... but only six hours, well, that's totally acceptable!

"Help me up," he continued, and Heidi and Yuta, the two senior witches, quickly reached out to help him sit up from the operating table.

He then moved a bit, checked his physical state, and said, "I'm fine now, everything feels alright, just a bit hungry."

Upon hearing this, Heidi's eyes lit up, "I'm glad you're okay; I'll go make you some food right away!"

"No need!" he quickly said, "Help me to the kitchen; I'd rather cook myself!"

Heidi didn't refuse, so the witches carefully supported him as if he were a baby. Despite his apparent recovery, they weren't taking any chances.

The short distance, less than a hundred meters, felt like a kilometer. Fortunately, he reached the kitchen safely and then ordered a lavish dinner to be prepared.

He hadn't eaten lunch, having been occupied with purifying witches all morning until noon, and then Cuivis' poison knocked him out. So, he hadn't eaten in nearly eleven hours.

Now, he needed a good meal to replenish his strength. He activated the system and issued commands; soon, the kitchen's pots, pans, and utensils flew into action, preparing the ingredients for cooking.

But even the most skillful cooking implements needed at least half an hour to prepare a fine meal. Hawthorne sat in a chair to wait, while the five witches stood around him like telephone poles.

Helplessly, he sighed and smiled wryly, "I'm really fine now, go back to what you were doing!"

Saying this, he looked up at the Insect Plague Witch, "That means you, Andinie, go check the situation instead of standing around foolishly!"

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