Mage Manual

Chapter 1537 - 1124: Tattletale

"Actually, Ash, you also feel guilty, right? Even though you had a plan to use the Sky Gate to escape from Senluo, you could only watch Senluo get destroyed and see me become the Silver Lamp... You think you had the power to stop it all."

"You’re always like this, presumptuously worrying about future children, taking responsibility for strangers you don’t know... and even pitying me presumptuously."

"Since you want to be punished, I’ll give you punishment. I am the culprit of Senluo’s downfall, and you are the witness. We are each other’s instruments of punishment and redemption."

"So, Ash, you need to punish me well, and I’ll also... hmm..."

In the wardrobe, two girls were awestruck by the high-level combat skill they had never seen before. Perhaps because they didn’t need to worry about making much noise or light, the quilt meant to cover was pushed aside, allowing them to clearly see the remarkable scene on the bed, like two interconnected serpents chasing each other.

"Witch," Sonia’s voice was very light and low, "seems like one Silver Lamp is more capable than both you sisters combined."

Diya’s face turned hot, looking outside without blinking, refusing to admit defeat as she replied: "The two of us are just in our initial form; the complete form requires all four sisters, at that time Ash will definitely... and you dare to say I can’t compete with you and the Silver Lamp?"

"Of course." Sonia spoke with ease, since no one could see: "Pure love is the ultimate pleasure that transcends everything."

"But Ash is so proactive," the Sword Maiden embraced the Witch, biting her lip, feeling all flustered: "Maybe next time we can have the light on, didn’t expect him to be so..."

"Quite enticing, isn’t he?" The Witch nuzzled against the Sword Maiden’s face like a cat, laughing softly: "That’s why us sisters never feel bored..."

They watched in silence for a long time, until it started getting warm inside the wardrobe. Sonia finally noticed something was off, gently pushing away the Witch who was holding her tightly, and whispered: "Witch, wake up!"

Diya snapped out of her reverie, staring blankly at Sonia, her pink face showing confusion: "What is it?"

"Our status is off!" Sonia took a deep breath, dispelling the embarrassing fantasies in her mind, "We watched the Silver Lamp deceiving and manipulating Ash, and we aren’t even angry, instead getting completely drawn in!"

Diya realized it too, covering her flushed face, dumbfounded: "I was just discussing the taste of Ash with you, the Sword Maiden..."

"It’s charm." Sonia said: "It could be a scent, or maybe the light, but the Silver Lamp must have used a wonder, silently affecting our soul bodies! No wonder Ash is so proactive, we almost lost control hiding in the wardrobe, he must be completely under the Silver Lamp’s influence now!"

"And she even pretends to be pitiful to manipulate Ash..." Sonia let out a light breath, suppressing her desires entirely, her pupils showing a resentful anger, "I want her to pay the price—"

"Wait, Sword Maiden!" Diya held onto Sonia tightly, "You might think she’s pretending to be pitiful, but Ash is falling for it, he feels the need to compensate the Silver Lamp! If you go out now, it will only make Ash feel sorrier for the Silver Lamp, and in the future he will double his compensation for her, leaving you with grievances even when you’re in the right, and Ash won’t believe you."

"Am I not already aggrieved enough?" Sonia said angrily.

"But if we go out now, it’s already too late," Diya advised: "If you want Ash to see the Silver Lamp’s true nature, the right thing to do is wait until the Silver Lamp leaves, then we’ll celebrate Ash’s birthday together and tell him about Silver Lamp’s scheme when he’s most relaxed, then he’ll believe us!"

"If you go out now, then among the four of us, it will become only Vishi following the rules, while all three of us break the rules, and you’d be the first one to break them... our matters can be solved internally, but in front of Vishi, we need to present a united front, not give her a chance to mock us."

Sonia was so angry she was breathing shortly, glaring at the scene outside the wardrobe, but in the end, she didn’t push open the wardrobe door, instead just holding tightly onto the Witch grudgingly. Every point Diya made hit home, since they’ve already come this far, causing a scene would just make the three of them a laughing stock in front of Vishi, better to solve it discreetly with a private meeting.

And a more important reason: Sonia, wanting to save face, had already witnessed the Witch sneaking a taste, if she doesn’t endure the Silver Lamp now, wouldn’t she endure the Witch’s act in vain, and ultimately still be humiliated?

You two, I won’t let either of you get away!

The way Sonia looked at Weiser was like a Priest giving a final look before closing a coffin. She pinched Diya’s butt hard, who looked at her in confusion: "What are you doing?"

"You suggested we celebrate Ash’s birthday together just now."

"Yeah, so what?"

Sonia gave her a sideways glance: "Us? Together?"

Diya’s face reddened, realizing the absurdity of her suggestion, grumbling: "It must be because of the Silver Lamp’s charm..."

...

...

When Ash regained his senses, his first thought was: When did Weiser change from shorts to a skirt?

Since he calmed down, it meant the quenching had ended. However, even after waiting for a while, Weiser still wouldn’t move, continuing the quenching and forging as usual.

Ash wanted to speak, but felt if he spoke quietly, she wouldn’t hear, and if too loudly, it would be inappropriate. More importantly, his face was under the skirt, and speaking beneath a skirt felt too strange... He reached out his hands, just touching the softest surge, so he tapped a few times, yet Weiser still ignored him, leaving Ash helplessly continuing with gentle taps.

When the iron glowed red again, Weiser finally sat up, pulling the quilt over both of them. The eyeglass-wearing girl reached over to the drink on the bedside table, but before drinking, cheekily stuck her tongue out at Ash, waiting for him to blush before biting the straw for a sip of pineapple juice.

"Is it because of the effect of the pineapple juice, or are you naturally this sweet?" Weiser lazily nestled in Ash’s arms, removing the straw and handing the glass to Ash: "Luckily, I drank quite a bit too... Am I sweet?"

Ash took the glass and finished the remaining half, finally realizing: "No wonder you kept urging me to drink... Sweet."

So pineapple juice had this kind of effect, Ash noted it down quietly.

"This was a tidbit I learned from the Mage’s Handbook, didn’t expect it to come in handy." Weiser tilted her head, her voice gentle and soft: "But it seems kind of unnecessary, I might actually prefer the original taste..."

Ash pursed his lips, the blush on his face showing some annoyance: "Don’t charm me, I don’t like this... I thought you understood me, but even you can’t behave...

"How am I not behaving?"

"I told you to stop just now, why didn’t you?"

"How did you tell me to stop?"

"I kept on tapping you."

Weiser blinked, "But you tapped my heart so gently, it only felt like you were rewarding me, next time tap harder so I know you’re punishing me."

"Moreover, though I understand you," Weiser gently stroked Ash’s cheek with the back of her hand, "You always like to endure things yourself, prefer your own suffering over burdening others. I won’t follow your wishes, nor participate in your self-torment."

"I’ve given you enough suffering," Weiser’s forehead touched Ash’s, she said softly: "From now on, when you’re with me, I want you always to be happy."

"If you find me misbehaving, then it means I know you’re genuinely happy."

What right do I have to say the Sword Maiden wasted her luck? Even though I can read Ash’s mind and influence his actions, I’m just trying to make him happy.

Ash gazed at her quietly, then suddenly hugged her, kissed her forehead, and softly said: "Silver Lamp."

"Hmm?"

"I’ll fulfill your Heart’s Desire," he said seriously: "Even if you were a Divine Being, I would meet your wishes."

Weiser stared at him blankly, unsure if it was because of the covered quilt, but she felt like she was becoming increasingly flustered, her body electrified wherever Ash held her.

Divine Beings shouldn’t feel; he hadn’t used Source Power, so why am I still...

Weiser subconsciously licked her lips, her body becoming softer as if melting into mercury in Ash’s embrace. She restlessly rubbed her legs, suddenly remembering something, speaking straightforwardly about someone else’s flaws:

"Ash, the Sword Maiden said you bring her only a bellyful of grievances and a pillow soaked with tears, you know?"