The Reborn Witch had a nice 'Tea Time' with the Dragon Queen today-Chapter 37: Local Druid Gutted a Wooden Vampire for Spite! (featuring Alice the Perverted Hero)

Chapter 37 - Local Druid Gutted a Wooden Vampire for Spite! (featuring Alice the Perverted Hero)

Lady Adil, walking along the hallway, felt a sudden chill run down her spine. Her sharp senses honed through dragonsong wars were prickled, the intensity of mana was unmistakable. She knew that touch, that coldness that was so potent it froze the entire Northlands. Yet...why is there a tint of guilt as it pulled away like an embarrassed tendril?

Lady Adil glanced at a certain direction, blinked, realised the 'mana tendril' retreated from the room her old friend was assigned to, and narrowed her eyes.

"...like father, like daughter, no flairs."

The old druid groaned, the holy scripture in her hand has a tint of frost as the divinity inside the book protested like a child denied to enter a bath with her parents, literally. Her territory has already invited a vampire in, and now her mansion has been invaded by a daughter too curious about her father's new body, as weirdly specific as that sounds.

...enough of that pervert child-parent annoyance. Adil sighed as she continued down her journey. The capture of Manasseh must be hastened. With Alice's mana reaching Rouen, Manasseh with her Alice-mana silk naturally would detect her presence. And she knows all too well that when a hero's mana is used to track a prey, how the prey will lash out in fear. She needs answers, now, should the town of Rouen not suffer the consequences of her...personal squabbles.

The plump woman soon found herself outside and stumbled through the garden, before descending the stairs that led to the basement. The scent of earth and dust thick in her nose, as the candles that lined the walls flickered, retelling of a weeping presence that would soon descend. Adil prays she was wrong.

Arriving before a wooden door, she opened it like many times a prosecutor before her, revealing the stone chamber where that scarred vampire was held, his wrists and ankles bound by the ancient dragon runes, the bars before him made of the very bones of his kin.

"Hmm." The experiment has been well, but it seems short compared to the runes she carved. Adril frowned, as she glanced at the scarred vampire, or what used to be the 'scarred vampire'.

Rotten skins peeled away from the vampire's body, revealing woods as the bones, and leaves as the flesh, his eyes that once devoured like blackholes, could only twitch with branches and leaves fluttering. The creature was a mere 'throw-away expreriment', its strings pulled by Adil's runes carved into its wooden form, a grotesque parody of what already was a near-extinct species.

Adil, using the scared language of druids, here in the sacred mansion of one of the most sacred lands, now spoke as if to an old friend. The chant carried a sound not through air, but through the rooted heart of the vampire that would receive like blood, as the bile of Druidic enchantment coursed through his throat, impeding his speech, his mind, his sanity.

"Kins, freedom, justice, revenge."

The scarred man's lips, even as it was tinted green, quivered with the words it hadn't used for centuries. The wooden creature looked at her, its eyes still filled with a hint of the fiery determination it once had in life.

Even as he slowly was desecrated into nutrients for the garden above, his mind remained only of the time, the time when vampires once towered over the divines, the time when a satisfied 'meal' is from holy beasts and gods, the time when their ancestor...didn't commit such a futile, non-sense treachery upon them.

Lady Adil narrowed her eyes. Such pettiness, such stubborness. Their kins were long, long gone, and even Manasseh knew clearly the empty end of her cause, just as the druid's own journey had led her to the realization of a rage's futility.

The strange kinship she had with this creature disgusted her, and she would swallow it without a trace. Adil stepped closer to the wooden vampire, her eyes glowing with a mix of resentment and more resentment. The wooden ears cackled, like the bones of her sister's succumbing to the tyrant's flames.

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The scarred man gasped, the putried stench of soil coughing out. He is not aware, that as now a 'plant human', the druid Adil could easily burrow the hidden meanings behind his words.

"Bastards...Cowards...Druid's Disgrace..."

A sigh from Adil, seeping deep into the runed stones, heard only by the desecrated. That's right, the white stones surrounded even the basement, a mockery of the vampire's 'great cause', the only symbol Adil and the vampires knew truly represented purity and poetic justice.

The druid's mana washed over the room, the air crackling with the power of nature itself. The wooden vampire flinched, his body straining against the bonds that held him. Adil's eyes grew colder, the strain on the short old woman's brows speaking volumes of a decades-old hatred.

The wooden vampire, as if resounding the hatred of the druid, had his heartwood throb with a fierce rage, his eyes burning with a green fire that was not of life, but of vengeance.

"Century. of. Hatred. You dare...wager against ours...?"

Green bloods spurted from the wooden vampire's mouth as his eyes rolled back, the strings of his soul snapping at Adil's accusation. Yet Adil tilted her head, the bizzare bulging meat on her neck wobbling like the melted woods of her home.

His fingers, through the bars of ashes marring the vampire's kin, seeped deep into his chest. A dying pain of the rooted heart crotched, as green blood splurged out onto the Druid's hand.

"A Druid who only takes...is no Druid...truly a disgrace."

His dying breath only spoke of a curse, to their enemy who would not give them even dignity even in death.

But yes...the Druid has indeed long forgotten her duty. Her 'old friend', one who pulled her charred arm from the collasped treehouse, spoke of mercy, of possibilities, of letting go of a hatred that could burn the very world down to its core. But Adil, as Lady of the House, had none of that.

For 20 years are but a drop of the vampire's centuries-old hatred, yet the root of Adil's hatred has seeped deep into her existence, a pestilent weed that even the purest water of forgiveness would struggle to eradicate.

And she is Lady Adil, the lead acolyte of Rouen, the avengers whose kins have been lost.

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Meanwhile, far from the horrors of the basement, a different, deep-rooted frustration kneeled in exhaustion as it cluttered along with the lazy steam, the bathroom is in a somber silence, not of what is lost, but what could have an utter, complete disaster (for the witch).

"...Adrei...cigarettes..."

"Hm? I can't listen if you're this far, Demond."

"...damn Dragon..."

The witch Demond curled up her knees, as her back faced the dragon. The water still as warm as her cheeks thanks to her husband, and she was trying, to scoot futher from the dragon, her eyes darting anywhere but the large pillows and that 'miss berry' behind her bums, but the dragon's arms on her waist was strong, as the witch's thighs clenched tighter than when a peacekeeper's claw sunk into her own kin's throat.

"Decades of peacekeeping...all for sexually harrassing an old mage..." The witch mumbled to herself, her mind racing with a mix of anger and embarassment. She was a perverted reincarnator who stashed her tomes with porn collections, yes, but she's far from a plaything for her dragon husband's perverted teases.

Yet, even with the distance, she couldn't ignore her heart's flutters when the 'cherries' inched closer, the warmth of Adrei's breath sending shivers down her spine. Her own thoughts were a webbed mess of emotions she hadn't felt in decades, and she found herself torn between the pride of an old mage and the burning need to give in to the dragon's advances.

Then she yelped. The cherries, just slightly, grazed her back, the dragon's mirthful laugh echoing in the room.

"Grr...hic...tease me and-and..." The witch's tone belied of resentment, yet her own 'cherries' were already plumped up, begging for more of that warm dragon's breath, her chest rising and falling rapidly in the steam. Adrei's grin grew as she leaned closer, her nose brushing against Demond's neck. The dragon's hot breath caressed the witch's ear, sending shivers down her spine.

"And?" The dragon mewled. The patience of the peacekeeper has never been tested since her twenty years of diplomacy, now all poured into the effort of hunting a white rabit. She glanced down, her amber eyes peeking at the witch's taut shoulder blades, the way her spine shivered from the mere anticipation of a touch. It was more amusing than watching a spider dance around the corners of Rouen, and the witch's reaction was far more entertaining than the spider's eventual, certain demise.

"And...ah, I got it. We'll not ever sleep naked on the bed, then. We clear?!"

But, the witch is certainly smarter than the spider, and she knew when she's being bated, her pride as a decades-old mage flaming up. She turned around, the water sloshing, her breasts bobbing in a way that would make even the stoic Lady Adil blush. "I'm eighty years old, Adrei! Think again if you think a few...a kiss would have me stretching down there!"

An amused chuckle rumbled through Adrei's chest, the sound echoing through the steamy bathroom. Her eyes danced with mischief as she leaned closer to Demond, their faces mere inches apart. "Oh, love, it's my defeat. But did I hear a promise of a naked night?"

"Eek...have some boundaries, you pervert..." Despite the heat in her cheeks, Demond's teeth cluttered in grumpiness, the steam of the tub obscuring any other view. Yet, she couldn't hide the twinkle in her eyes as she felt Adrei's nose brush against her neck, the dragon's breath a warm tickle on her skin.

"It's a promise, Demond."

Adrei's voice was low, a seductive purr that sent another shiver down the witch's spine. The dragon leaned in closer, before...before...

"...distance. Distance!"

The witch's protests stopped the dragon's advance, but only for this moment. Adrei leaned back slightly, her eyes gleaming with amusement. The blushing witch huffed as she turned her back again, now scooting her bums further and further away, the dragon's chuckle following her like a cat playing with a mouse.

"Seriously...this genderbent flavor is out of hand! First, I get a witch's body, and now you want to turn me into those kinds of people who goes 'guru-guru' in a hentai manga?!" The tomato-like witch curled up in an infant position, just as she recalled with one of 'Bombardment exercises' in Alice's sent photos. Her neck was buried in her knees, the water up to her chin.

"I understand. I understand. I promise not to touch you, even when we're exposed fully in the midnight." Adrei said with a smirk, her tail swishing playfully in the water as steams belied with each stroke. She knew she had pushed the witch right where she is satisfied, and the thrill of the chase was as delicious as burying her tyrant father without a grave.

The witch heaved a deep, deep sigh, her chin resting on her knees. The dragon's words didn't exactly put her at ease, but somewhere inside her...or, that bottom part she hasn't explored, she felt a strange excitement. It's been so long since she had felt this kind of anticipation, the kind that tickled her stomach and made her heart drumming. She's not some love-craving maiden, but even she knew that after a century worth of a reincarnated existence, a bit more...a tiny bit more comfort wouldn't kill her.