“If I really wanted to harm you, I should have forced you to sign some kind of unequal contract when you were in deep crisis, selling your soul or your body, a deal you couldn’t refuse, rather than teaching you how to prevent it at a time like this,” Mira Belle teased with a smile.
“After all, even as a witch, without a contract binding, I can’t do anything to you.”
“Can I at least know what exactly you want from me?” Jasmine sat up straight, her tail swaying behind her, revealing her inner turmoil.
“Purpose, take a guess?” Mira Belle looked at Jasmine with a meaningful gaze, displaying the witch’s unfathomable nature.
“Boring.” Seeing Mira Belle throw the topic back at her, Jasmine rolled her eyes.
“Your eyes, they’re quite nice.”
“Huh?” Jasmine didn’t understand the sudden, seemingly random comment.
Was she being complimented on her looks? “However, not both are that nice,” Mira Belle chuckled.
Jasmine had heterochromatic eyes, one purple and one gold.
The implication was that one of her eyes was particularly favored by Mira Belle.
…Does this mean she wants to take my eyeball? The witch in front of her gave Jasmine a feeling of being inscrutable.
She couldn’t tell which of Mira Belle’s words were true or false, or perhaps a mix of both.
However, the other party probably didn’t have the means or intention to harm her for now.
If she did, would she waste so much time talking? Regardless, Jasmine couldn’t fully trust her.
She hadn’t heard of the name Mira Belle, but anyone capable of creating these black-framed glasses was no ordinary person.
Ultimately, it was Jasmine’s lack of effort in history that left her unfamiliar with many well-known historical figures.
But if the witch wasn’t lying and hadn’t been acting, the person standing before her might really be an old witch who had lived for who knows how many years.
“Old witch?” Mira Belle’s mouth twitched slightly, giving Jasmine a forced smile.
Jasmine immediately covered her mouth.
Oops, she forgot the witch could read minds… “Oh dear, what is this child saying?” Mira Belle smiled, cupping her face.
“It’s just the two of us here, where’s this old witch coming from? Such a strange thing to say.”
“…”
Jasmine didn’t dare make a sound.
Despite the other party’s good cover-up, she still noticed the subconscious action of Mira Belle clenching her skirt.
Did she hit a nerve? Seeing the girl’s cunning eyes emit an increasingly dangerous aura, Jasmine thought it best to stop thinking about this matter.
“What a pity,” Mira Belle lamented, reaching out to stroke Jasmine’s snow-white hair, but her hand passed through as if it were non-existent.
“Can’t touch you.
It would be nice if I could,” Mira Belle said, her hand hovering under Jasmine’s chin.
“Such a cute face, I wonder what expression it would show if it were squished flat~?”
“…”
So this witch has a mischievous side too?
“If there were enough time, I’d rather teach you something else than alchemy,” Mira Belle squinted her beautiful eyes.
“? What thing?”
“Talking,” Mira Belle propped herself up on the table, crossing her legs, and looked down at Jasmine playfully.
“Talking is an art, requiring a lot of etiquette and a vocabulary built from childhood to support it.
Of course, these aren’t the most important things.
The most important is… emotional intelligence.”
“I’m sorry to say, you have none of the above.”
“Fancy stuff, I’m not interested in those superficial things, and temperament isn’t something you can cultivate overnight.”
“That’s why I said, if there were enough time.
After all, I wouldn’t want my skills to be learned by a vulgar person.”
“After all this talk, who exactly are you? What qualifies you to say you can teach me?” Jasmine gave her another eye roll, quite rudely.
“Qualifies?” Mira Belle looked at Jasmine with amusement, not angry.
“Then tell me, what level of alchemist is qualified to teach you?”
“At least, someone of mid-level standard, with an alchemy success rate of over fifty percent.”
“That’s it?” Mira Belle burst into laughter.
“Given a chance to boast, your standards are that low?”
“You talk as if you’re on par with Sheldon.”
“Who’s Sheldon?” Mira Belle tilted her head.
“…I wonder how long it’s been since you last went out to see the world.
Sheldon is the greatest alchemist of the human race today, recognized by all countries as the king of alchemy.
In terms of alchemy, it’s said that no one in history can surpass him,” Jasmine said, hands on her hips, boasting as if she were praising herself.
“Sounds impressive,” Mira Belle mused.
“Right, right.”
“I wonder, can he give life to his alchemical creations?”
“What do you mean by giving life?” Jasmine was taken aback.
“Literally, can he use his alchemy to create life?”
“That’s… are you joking? Alchemy isn’t some divine power, creating life is a bit much, don’t you think?” In Jasmine’s view, the essence of alchemy was crafting various potions, the stronger the effect, the more impressive.
“I thought so too, he can’t.
After all, if he could, he would have achieved immortality by now.” Mira Belle smiled mysteriously.
“Are you saying… you can?”
“Of course.”
“Yeah right, you’re just bragging, big talk, blah blah blah~” Jasmine made a face at Mira Belle, unconvinced.
“I’m not bragging.”
“Then prove it to me?”
“I already have.” Mira Belle hinted, shifting to a more comfortable position, resting her chin on her delicate hand.
“Appearing before you with eternal youth is proof enough, isn’t it?”
“…” Jasmine was speechless.
“Alright, enough chit-chat.
You just need to decide if you want to learn from me.
I won’t force you.
If you think this is a trap or that I’m unreliable, I’ll immediately release the power lingering in your mind.”
“…” Jasmine was silent for a moment.
There were too many mysteries surrounding this witch, making it hard for her to decide.
But as they say, if you seek rewards, you must be prepared to take risks.
To gain something, you must pay the corresponding price, and Jasmine understood this.
“As for the tuition, well, you can owe it for now.” Seeing Jasmine’s hesitation, the witch leaned in.
Even though she knew the other was just a projection, meeting those violet eyes still made Jasmine dizzy.
“After all, we’ll meet eventually… it’s not too late to pay then.”
“You’re that sure?” Jasmine looked away, not daring to meet her gaze.
“Of course.”
“What do you want?”
“Well, I haven’t decided.
Something small could be a strand of your hair, something big…” The witch’s fingertips lightly touched her cherry lips, smiling like a little devil.
“Could be your body, to settle the debt~~” The witch’s smile turned suggestive.
