RE: Perverted Sugar Daddy System-Chapter 207: Illustrious Deception

"Are you sure you want to trust me that much?" I asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Should I not?" Bettany answered, her eyes returning to their usual seductive state.

It was apparent that in her quest to dominate me, Bettany had decided first to gain my trust, wanting to do that by appearing honest.

The woman had tried it before and failed, and this time, though she had gone all out to make herself appear honest and sincere, she unfortunately had no idea that I didn't judge her based on my feelings and instincts, but also with a system.

"You should." A small smile broke out on my lips.

"I promise to abide by the terms you've stated, but first, where is Lucy?"

Bettany stayed silent, looking at me piercingly like she was trying to find out if I was speaking the truth, and in the end, she smiled brightly.

"Good, you're being honest."

"So she also has her own ways to detect lies," I thought, because Bettany was right, I wasn't lying.

Gigs had hinted at the likelihood that Bettany was a powerful woman even amongst witches, and since the woman was so curious about my secrets, I saw no reason to keep hiding them from her—after all, I had no qualms telling my slave some of my secrets.

My only problem was if Bettany was worth the price.

"Lucy Corlea is in Rome, Italy. Within the Vatican in the Church of Saint Lancelot."

Bettany's answer surprised me, but Gigs had already mentioned the relationship between witches, knights, and the church, so my mind was quick to move on from the Pope's possible involvement.

"Why is Lucy being held by the church, what makes her so special?"

"The answer to that question is a secret far above my station, and the only reason Mike even has an idea is because of his prospects and the fact that he was Lucy's guardian."

"You seriously know nothing."

"Nope. I'm not even allowed into the Vatican without supervision."

My brows furrowed at Bettany's remark and before I could question her some more, she spoke.

"We need to leave. I stopped the policeman from radioing out any information to his colleagues, but it's only a matter of time before people come looking for him—we need to leave."

Looking away from me, Bettany turned to her left, looking at Denise who all this while had still been holding her shotgun to her head.

"Is she daft…."

"Bang."

After surviving several shots from my spellbreaker, in the end, it was a simple shotgun that blasted apart Bettany's head, sending her brain matter splattering into the air and on Denise's face.

Denise kept her gun pointed at Bettany's headless corpse, watching as it fell down lifeless before bringing down her gun.

Like she hadn't just ended a life in the most brutal way, she reached into her coat, brought out a handkerchief, and began cleaning her face.

Denise's actions shocked me, but I kept my expression steady and approached Denise with curiosity.

"Never trust a witch," Denise said as I got close to her, wiping off the last stains of blood and flesh on her face and looking at me with a daring gaze.

Denise looked ready to go against me if I thought she should have acted otherwise with Bettany, so I steered the topic off what might actually light a spark.

"Hmm, how did you do it?"

Denise's actions were not only surprising because she had acted on her own, but also because she had given no hint of her desires.

Just like me, Bettany must surely have also felt the aggression within Denise disappear after I made my promise.

Still though, it made no sense that Bettany would be so careless to let her brain be blasted to tiny pieces, her invisible shield not even popping up.

"This," Denise said, pulling back the left sleeve of her coat and showing me her wrist which had five bangles, three white and two black.

"I got these bangles from a witch a long time ago. With the situations I have been in, they are the only reason I am alive today."

"What do they do?" I asked, holding her wrist and seeing if I could feel any energy from them.

"The black hides my presence from the world, while the white hides my intent. It makes me appear subservient."

"I thought you said never to trust a witch."

"Yes. It's a lesson that witch made sure to forever instil in me."

Denise sounded aggrieved when she spoke, yet her eyes and body radiated calmness.

"Is it a one-use item?"

"Yes. Each bangle represents a one-time use of an ability. Once activated, the ability lasts for a day until I cancel them. Is my current aura being a bother?" she said.

"No, I rather enjoy it," I said, moving closer.

Knowing me, Denise didn't hesitate to move away and she looked down at Bettany's headless corpse.

I followed Denise to stare at Bettany's body and then I bent and stored it away.

The atmosphere between me and Denise was silent for some seconds like we were agreeing on something, and then she spoke.

"We need to leave. She wasn't wrong about the authorities soon coming to sweep this area."

"Where is Gigs?"

"I sent him to get us a car."

I turned, thinking that we would begin heading away, but Denise instead began moving towards the store.

"Where are you going?"

"We can't leave this place like this, it's full of clues. We'll be tracked down in no time."

I was sceptical of Denise's words, but the woman said nothing else to me. Disappearing into the store, she came out some minutes later with a gallon of gasoline in hand and began pouring it around the store.

Quickly figuring out what Denise was up to, I looked around, calculating the chances of a widespread fire being started.

With this being the outskirts and barren land occupying the majority of the area, the closest building to the store some meters away, the chances of a national disaster were very unlikely.

Denise worked fast, littering every area we had both been to with fuel and then taking me aside, she took out a lighter and started the fire.

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"If we don't do this, then if other witches come to investigate, they would be able to pick out our scents or worse still, look into the past and see what happened here."

"Ehhh, are you serious about them looking into the past?"

The sight of the fire reaching the store and sweeping over it in seconds caught I and Denise's attention for some seconds, and then she answered me.

"Yes."