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City of Witches-Chapter 157: Redcliffe (1)
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β Redcliffe (1) β
1.
Everything went well until Sharon boldly stepped outside again.
It was only a few hours ago that she had finished her regular hunt with Siwoo.
Then again, if things could go smoothly by her thinking that βAs long as I work hard, I can make money!β she would definitely not be going through this kind of hardship.
βPhewβ¦β
On the rooftop of a certain university hospital. The place was eerie and empty, a stark contrast to the lively streets of Sinchon.
Sitting on top of a water tank, Sharon looked at the compass with a gloomy expression on her face.
βWhy is it at moments like this I canβt seem to find any? Itβs annoying.β
The morning air that initially felt fresh had long heated up by the scorching sun.
In contrast, her fervent dream cooled down.
Even after a thorough two-hours search, she found nothing.
The time for her to teach Siwoo magic was approaching, but the compass needle continued to spin, completely disregarding her emotional state.
βWhat am I going to doβ¦?β
βIs this because Iβve been too relaxed lately?β
The pressure she hadnβt felt in a while was weighing heavily on her chest.
What if she couldnβt find a way to earn the money to pay her debts after two months?
While the Gemini Household wouldnβt personally come to collect payment from her if she were late for a day or two, due to their crazy amount of wealthβ¦
It still didnβt mean that she wouldnβt feel any pressure at all.
βWell, if they came in person, at least I would have a chance to explain the situationβ¦β
Based on her experience, if the payment for the quarter was a little delayed, she had to pay a fine.
And the amount of fine would be nearly three times the original amount of the current quarter and she had to pay it by the next.
It was a harsh contract, but back then she was completely penniless, so she had no choice but to agree to this kind of unfavorable debt agreement to borrow the amount of money she needed.
βI wonβt let that happen.β
She ended her short break and continued on her way, stepping lightly on the trees to hunt for the Homunculi.
βAh!β
At that momentβ¦
βHas my prayer came true?β
The aimlessly spinning needle suddenly began pointing in a certain direction.
She hurriedly followed it, bouncing along as she went.
βFinally! I found one after a long time!β
βMy 1 million won, Iβm coming!β
βIs this what winning the third place in the lottery feels like?β
She soon found herself entering the interdimensional barrier created by the Homunculus.
βYou cute little creatures, stay quiet and pave a way for me to pay for my debts!β
The place was a dark and desolate tunnel with subway tracks above it.
It was an old tunnel. Due to the new tunnel built to the east, it had turned into a desolate place with no traffic or people.
With a wide smile, Sharon greeted the Homunculus that she finally encountered.
But, when she confirmed its identity, she tilted her head in confusion.
-Creakβ¦creakβ¦
βAgainβ¦?β
It was the black dog-shaped homunculus that she was familiar with.
But this time, there were five of them.
She had seen a few before and had expected to encounter more of them in the future.
But after seeing this spectacle, she wouldnβt be surprised to find out that someone was cloning these Homunculi for one reason or another.
βAnyway, nice to meet you guys.β
Originally, she was eager to learn about their behavior and characteristics, everything about them.
But, as things became tough for her, she was too caught up in dealing with her main problem and completely forgot about her eagerness from before.
Then again, even if dozens of them attacked her, she was confident enough to handle them all. To her, the five Homunculi in front of her were nothing but walking money.
βBalance!β
Sharon swung her wand, offering the water from a bottle she had kept with her as a sacrifice.
2.
The long-awaited hunt ended without much difficulty.
What was scary about hunting those Homunculi was not knowing what kind of magic spells they had up their sleeves.
After all, each of them possessed its own unique magic based on the legacy they carried.
Well, one didnβt need to worry much with the one-eyed ones, though there were a few rare cases that they possessed surprisingly powerful magic.
In any case, the pack of dogs posed no threat whatsoever to Sharon.
They didnβt have any attacking methods other than physical attacks and she had long accustomed to their agile movements.
To her, taking down the monsters bouncing like rubber balls under the tunnel was as easy as cracking a fish head on a cutting board.
βYay~ How much is this worth~?β
She squatted under the partially collapsed tunnel, the aftermath of the hunt.
Trying to find some crystals, she rummaged through their remains.
As expected, she couldnβt find any valuable legacies.
Still, with this, she probably could earn around 6 million won at once.
Feeling a sense of relief, as if her chest had loosened up, Sharon burst into laughter.
But her smile didnβt last long.
-Tak! Tak!
The sharp sound of shoe heels echoing within the tunnel resonated in her ears. free(w)ebnov(e)l
Following that, a haughty, overbearing voice, befit of a witchβs, accompanied by an unpleasant nasal tone, was directed at her.
βHmm~? What are you doing here?β
βDonβt you have eyes? Iβm hunting.β
Before they even started a proper conversation, Sharon had already felt a headache coming and stood up.
Standing there was a bitch draped in a red dressβ No. Standing there was Della Redcliffe.
From hearing the sound of her heels to seeing the face of Della herself, Sharonβs expression twisted like a child faced with a plate full of spicy peppers.
βWhy are you hunting here?β
βObviously itβsββ
βAhβ¦β
She was thinking of getting rid of her, the source of all troubles, but her words made Sharon scan through her surroundings.
That was when she realized that this tunnel wasnβt a part of her usual patrol route.
Due to her desperate hunt, it seemed like she had been so fixated on her compass that she didnβt realize the fact that she was trespassing into Dellaβs territory.
Judging from her arrogant gait, it didnβt take long for Sharon to piece this together.
βNo, wait! I didnβt do this on purpose, I swear!β
βTsk, tsk. Not only youβre dumb and pathetic, youβre also shameless.β
Observing her flustered state, Della quickly understood what was going on.
Had Sharon known this was her territory, she would undoubtedly restrain herself from even stepping foot here.
However, for Della, the thrill of this amusing catch outweighed the importance of the truth.
βIn our duel, didnβt you promise not to intrude in my hunting grounds ever again?β
ββ¦β
Seeing Della approaching with a wicked smile, as if she was thrilled to find a weakness of hers, Sharon instinctively took a step back.
Her ruby-like eyes gave her an extremely intimidating gaze.
It was as if the red witch in front of her was a snake toying with its prey.
βYes, and I didnβt mean to break that promise. Here, you can take this.β
Biting her lip, Sharon threw her crystals at Della.
In this situation, it was better for Sharon to just yield and avoid getting into an unnecessary conflict with the other witch.
That didnβt mean she wasnβt feeling pissed off, though.
After all, she had to bow down to Della, someone she hated with every inch of her being.
The red witch caught the sparkling crystals that were thrown towards her in an elegant gesture.
After rolling them in her palm for a moment, she casually tossed them onto the ground.
As they met the asphalt, the crystals scattered to pieces.
-Whoosh!
βWhat use do I have for such things? They arenβt even worth anything.β
As she had long become a slave to capitalism, Sharon sadly watched the crystals shattered, as if they were her own hopes and dreams.
Then, she remembered Dellaβs presence and shifted her gaze towards her, only to find out that the other witch was sneering at her.
βWhat? Are you thinking of picking up the scraps as well? Youβre acting more and more like those poor witches.β
ββ¦I gave you the crystals. If I had known that this is your territory, I wouldnβt have come in the first place.β
βThink about it. A thief returning stolen goods to the owner when she got caughtβ¦ Do you think thatβs enough?β
Sharon gritted her teeth and averted her gaze.
Della was certainly among one of the wealthy witches.
There were no rumors whatsoever about her hunting down such low-leveled Homunculi, so it was clear that she didnβt need them.
But, instead of letting her go for hunting down a few of them, she interfered and accused her of stealing instead.
This kind of her twisted personality was something that Sharon couldnβt comprehend at all, though not that she wanted to in the first place.
βSo, what do you expect me to do? Like you said, Iβm poor, I donβt have a single penny to spare you, so leave me alone.β
She felt irritated by the whole situation.
As she tried to huff past Della, the other witch just sneered.
βWell, with you having piles of debts and getting kicked out of you own home, Iβm not cruel enough to take money from such a poor beggar like you~β
Sharon tried to ignore her eerie taunts and continued her way, but something in her words made her feet stop.
βKicked out of home?β
Suddenly, everything clicked in her mind, like pieces of a puzzle falling into place.
Suspicion filled her narrowed eyes.
ββ¦How do you know that?β
βHow do I know what?β
βThat I got kicked out of my home.β
βThereβs always a way to know, especially when Iβve been keeping a close eye on you. Do you not know how worried I was about you, Sharon? Youβve been doing something illegal, after all.β
Dellaβs dismissive shrug and smirk turned Sharonβs suspicion into certainty.
Her eviction from her old house was undeniably linked to the other witch in one way or another.
βDo you want me to show you the evidence?β
Sharon sent her a threatening gaze, but she replied with a nonchalant one.
They had fought before and it ended in Sharonβs loss, so more than anyone, she knew that this was a losing battle.
She knew that resistance was futile as she couldnβt even touch a single thread of Dellaβs clothes.
βGet lost.β
βNo. I want to show you how much I care about you and how much I want to help you.β
Della skillfully flicked the shattered crystal away with the pointed tip of her shoe.
It rolled until it stopped at Sharonβs feet.
βWhy donβt you take that little bit of money? Itβs just a chump change to me, I can spend it on a single drink, but it means much more to you, no?β
At this disrespect, Sharon felt her heart seethe with anger. She clenched her jaw tightly, struggling to contain her fury.
She just couldnβt understand why Della was tormenting her so relentlessly. What kind of grudge did she have against her to make her do something like this?
βThis fucking bitchβ¦β
Sharon muttered under her breath, her anger refused to subside.
βStill not picking it up? You can make some decent cash with it, you know? Just bend down and pick it up. It still worths more than thousands of flyers.β
ββ¦β
Sharon clenched her jaw and swiftly turned away.
She refused to deal with the piece of shit anymore.
βThat piece of shit wasnβt worth her time and energy,β she tried to convince herself.
As for Della, she seemed adamant to make her stay, so she didnβt loosen up her provocation at all.
βHehe, you still care about your pride even though youβre in this kind of pathetic state. This is why youβre struggling this badly to pay off your debts, you know?β
ββ¦β
βIf only you accepted the job I was gonna give you, you wouldnβt be living this miserable life. Poor woman, your cluelessness and ignorance has got the better of you.β
Ignoring Dellaβs words, Sharon repeated to herself that she should just take her words as the muttering of a crazy bitch, and she didnβt need to pay any attention to her.
But her words kept flying toward her like sharp blades cutting through her emotions.
βYour predecessor must have been disappointed. After all the effort she put into finding a successor, she ended up finding an immature child who couldnβt even live up to the brandβs legacy. And on top of that, sheβs struggling to manage her debts out of all thingsβ¦β
At that moment, Sharonβs footsteps came to an abrupt halt.
She had endured a lot.
But, one person could only endure so much.
βAlright, I give. What do you want? Tell me.β
A chilling voice reverberated through the tunnel.
Within that voice, an insurmountable rage and fervor seeped through.
βWhat do I want? I donβt want anything, though.β
Facing that, Della let out a chuckle.
βYou fucking bitch. Fine, letβs go for another round.β
Sharon withdrew a long smoking pipe from beneath her cloak and bit it with her teeth.