Chapter 108
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Volume 3 + Chapter 108: A Dance For Two
Everyone’s eyes were fixed on the witch.
Even the host didn’t know what to say.
First, they were shocked by her performance, and then astonished by her act of inviting Xia Yi.
“That girl… who is she? Is she a student from Laurel Tree Academy?”
“She must be, otherwise she wouldn’t have been able to attend the freshman social.”
“Why don’t we know the name of such a girl?”
Many people shared the same doubt in their hearts. Or had they simply overlooked her in daily campus life and never noticed such a figure?
Lia frowned. She looked at the witch, feeling somewhat anxious, and immediately shifted her gaze to Xia Yi, closely observing her every move.
“Xia Yi, do you know her?” Lia asked.
“……”
Xia Yi just stared at the witch, falling into silence.
She never would’ve imagined that the witch would pull something like this on her.
She had tracked the witch all the way to the freshman social, considering many possibilities.
But the most outrageous scenario—the one she thought least likely—was exactly what happened.
So the witch really had come to attend the party. And now, she was even inviting Xia Yi to dance.
What on earth was this person trying to do?
After thinking for a moment, Xia Yi walked toward the witch.
“My nemesis, you… you…!!”
The little fox panicked upon seeing this.
From the moment she saw that mysterious girl, a sense of crisis rose in her heart.
Because ever since that mysterious girl appeared, Xia Yi had paid no attention to anything else—her entire focus had been drawn to that person.
“How could I be defeated by a girl with an unknown background? What’s wrong with me!” the little fox complained, aggrieved.
Lia was also deeply shaken. She simply couldn’t accept this situation. An indescribable sense of defeat spread in her heart.
As the oldest daughter of the Schubert family, she had never been so blatantly ignored before.
She had been confident that she held some of Xia Yi’s secrets, and by asserting dominance at the dance, no one else would be eligible to compete with her.
Yet unexpectedly, an unforeseen variable disrupted everything?
She didn’t want to accept this kind of failure.
If she wanted something, she had to get it her way. That was the principle she’d lived by since childhood. She had already lost one Wright—she couldn’t afford to lose Xia Yi too.
“Stop, Xia Yi!” Lia shouted in frustration.
No one had expected that in this emotional battlefield, Xia Yi would choose neither Lia nor Yue Liu, but a mysterious girl she had never even met before.
“This is truly interesting. Ignoring both Lia and Yue Liu, yet showing such attraction to Xia Yi—just who is that girl?” The student council president watched with great interest.
Xia Yi had already reached the witch.
“What are you trying to do?”
“Xia Yi, give me your hand, and I’ll tell you.” The witch smiled at her.
Seeing that the other party wasn’t being openly hostile, Xia Yi decided to probe her intentions.
She lifted her hand and placed it in the witch’s.
At that moment, time seemed to freeze. Everyone’s expressions were locked on their faces, just like the first time they encountered the witch.
Was this the witch’s exclusive chatroom again?
Dance music began to play from an unknown source. It clearly wasn’t performed by humans, but triggered through some special means.
Judging from the witch’s smug expression, it was obviously intentional.
The disaster witch with her long purple hair took Xia Yi’s hand, wrapped an arm around her slender waist, and guided her into a dance just for the two of them—unseen by anyone else.
The witch’s ballroom dancing was clearly trained in the aristocratic style—Xia Yi could tell. It was very proper, even by the standards of human social dance.
“I’m glad, Xia Yi, that you accepted my invitation.”
While dancing, the witch continued to communicate with Xia Yi, multitasking perfectly without missing a beat in the rhythm.
Since the other party was so composed, Xia Yi naturally didn’t want to fall behind. As they danced, she asked, “What’s there to be happy about?”
“Of course I’m happy. Because I have accepted the will of disaster, I represent disaster. Your acceptance of my invitation means you’ve begun to accept the mark of disaster. This is your destined fate. You can’t escape it. In the future, you will be like me—abandoning humanity to become a full-fledged disaster witch.”
What kind of absurd logic was this?
Xia Yi listened, feeling deeply uncomfortable.
“You talk a good game, but aren’t you dancing human steps? Saying one thing, doing another.”
“Hehe, of course I know human dance steps. That’s proof I was once bound by human ignorance. But later, I embraced disaster and found redemption.”
The witch spoke joyfully about her own past.
“When I was human, my family tortured me day and night to mold me into a perfect heir. I learned to dance as proof of their torment.”
“What are you trying to say?”
“You’re a lot like I was—harboring unrealistic dreams. You need to recognize the grandeur of disaster, and the smallness and incompetence of humanity. Only when you experience everything firsthand will you understand what I feel. Only then can your soul be freed from the decaying shell of ordinary life, fully accept disaster, and become a witch.”
The witch’s eyes gradually became more dangerous.
“It won’t be long before the Laurel Tree collapses. Laurel Tree Academy will be shrouded in blood and death. I came to greet you so that you can await it all with hope in your heart.”
“Ridiculous.”
“Saphia is my name. You are worthy of knowing it, Xia Yi.”
“You and I are not the same kind of people—not now, and not ever!”
Xia Yi’s strength suddenly shifted. Just like in the etiquette classes of the dragon palace, she flung the witch away.
Witch Saphia didn’t hit the ground. Instead, she hovered mid-air. At that moment, the music also came to an end.
“Before I go, I brought a little gift. Let me give you a taste of the beauty of disaster in advance.”
A blue orb of light appeared in Saphia’s hand. She held it like a devout follower, softly chanting a name.
“Lord Samael…”
Xia Yi watched as the orb changed from blue to pitch black, filled with ominous energy. It floated up to the ceiling, shaking restlessly, as if searching for something.
Finally, it locked onto a suitable target and suddenly plummeted into the crowd.
“Witch, what did you do?!”
Xia Yi turned back, only to find that the chatroom time had ended. Time returned to normal, and Witch Saphia had vanished.
Suddenly, danger erupted. Beast-like howls burst from the crowd.
“UuhhhhAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH——!!!”
