Sitting on the wicker chair in the Witch’s Treehouse, Olovice faced the hostile Red-Haired Witch. He really wanted to crack a joke, maybe something like the famous police line: “You have the right to remain silent, but anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law.” But clearly, neither the Red-Haired Witch nor Grace would understand. Suppressing his regret, Olovice realized this was a restless witch. When he brought her into Grace’s House, she even tried to escape. Helplessly, Olovice had to further shrink the confines of the Radiant Cage to restrain her.

“Grace, the teacher asked me to bring you some daily necessities,” Olovice said, getting to the point.

“Grace, I’ve told you before,” the Red-Haired Witch sneered at Grace, “having ties with the clergy of the Radiant Church will lead to no good. Just wait, one day you’ll be sent to the gallows, with the holy flames burning beneath.”

“Shut up, Lily,” Grace snapped. Although they were both witches and on the same side, Father Andre was her godfather, and she couldn’t tolerate anyone speaking ill of him.

The Red-Haired Witch snorted, her messy red short hair hanging down to her ears, looking dejected.

Grace opened the large package and immediately saw a big red satin bow, a light green plaid long dress, two jars of honey, salt, biscuits, new flour with a wheat fragrance, and a beautiful crystal ball base.

The Red-Haired Witch also saw the package full of supplies, turned her head, and accidentally touched the light beam, causing her to face forward in pain, gritting her teeth and inhaling sharply.

Damn holy light.

Lily glared angrily at the blond, blue-eyed deacon.

Olovice leisurely crossed his legs, completely unfazed by the Red-Haired Witch’s glare. He said to Grace, “That over there is a gift from me. I hope you like it.”

Grace sniffed the box containing strips of dried meat.

“It’s salamander meat strips. The teacher mentioned you have a carnivorous plant pet. I thought it might like this,” Olovice explained.

Grace pursed her lips, not daring to look at Olovice, and awkwardly said, “Thank you.” She walked to the low wooden window and held a small potted plant in her arms.

Olovice found it somewhat familiar. The flower looked like a sunflower from his past life memories, but it was red. The round dark red flower disk was dotted with regularly arranged protruding dots, and light red petals surrounded the disk.

Grace pinched a strip of meat, and the red sunflower suddenly turned towards her hand. The dots on the dark red flower disk split open, revealing small, sharp teeth inside. The meat strip was quickly devoured.

“Thank you, Red Red really likes it,” Grace thanked again.

Olovice cleared his throat, “As long as it likes it.” Then, unable to contain his curiosity, he asked, “Is it still in its juvenile stage?”

“Yes, it was a gift from my mother,” Grace continued feeding her pet. When she mentioned her mother, her eyes suddenly lit up, and her tone softened, “It’s a special magical pet. When it grows up, it can bond with me and protect me.”

“Then I’ll come by tomorrow night and give you all the meat strips. Otherwise, they’ll just take up space in the church,” Olovice said, then asked another question, “Can Red Red eat bones? I still have the entire skeleton of the salamander.”

“No, it’s still too small. It could damage its little teeth, and its gums would get hurt,” Grace said, stroking Red Red’s petals. The carnivorous plant curled its petals and nuzzled Grace’s fingers.

“Does it have intelligence?” Olovice was surprised.

“No, magical pets with intelligence are extremely rare and expensive,” Grace shook her head. “Red Red’s behavior is just an instinct to be close to its owner.”

“Maybe you could give the skeleton to Lily. She has a magical dog,” Grace suggested.

Olovice looked at the Red-Haired Witch, but before he could speak, she bristled, “I don’t want anything from him. My dog’s bones are more than enough.”

“I never said I was giving it to you,” Olovice replied slowly.

The Red-Haired Witch was momentarily speechless, her face turning red and white with anger.

“Is this your friend, Grace? When did you meet?” With the teacher absent, Olovice had to temporarily play the role of a guardian to prevent Grace from being led astray.

After all, not all witches were good. This mysterious Red-Haired Witch had been urging Grace to go to the Black Tower. Grace had never even left the small town of Letania. If she were tricked into going to a big city by a bad witch, who knows what might happen.

Lady Mona entrusted the teacher to take good care of Grace, and as the teacher’s student, Olovice naturally had to ask a few more questions.

Grace glanced at Lily, hesitating.

Lily became alert, “Stupid Grace, you can’t say anything. If you do, I’ll never be friends with you again.”

“Since you don’t want to say, I’ll take Miss Lily away,” Olovice said, not wanting to make things difficult for Grace. For someone like Grace, who had never had friends, she naturally longed for friendship, so her hesitation was understandable.

“What are you going to do?” Lily screamed, watching the young man get closer and closer. She began to panic, “I, I tell you, I know a very powerful witch. You can’t catch me!”

Olovice saw through the Red-Haired Witch’s bravado, crossing his arms and shattering her illusion, “But she’s not here with you now, is she?”

Lily finally became scared and started crying, “Please, don’t catch me. I can’t go to the Witch’s Court. I still need to go to the Black Tower to save my sister.”

Grace whispered to Olovice, “Lily and her sister Leah are both wandering witches. Five years ago, Leah was captured by the Black Tower Baron’s Eagle Knights. Lily has been lingering in the cities near the Black Tower, trying to rescue her sister. She once tried to pick star grass in the dense forest, and that’s how we met.”

Olovice looked at the Red-Haired Witch, who was crying so hard she could barely breathe, and rubbed his temples in frustration, “Stop crying.”

Lily wiped her tears, still sobbing.

“Did your sister commit a crime?” Olovice asked a very important question. Offending a noble with actual territorial control was no small matter.

“No, no,” the Red-Haired Witch shook her head like a rattle, “Five years ago, my sister and I had just arrived in Morito City, the Black Tower Baron’s territory. My sister was falsely accused by the baron’s subordinate of stealing a gem, but she really didn’t steal it. My sister is innocent!”

“He didn’t just capture my sister; he also captured other wandering witches. They’re all imprisoned in the Black Tower’s forbidden area.”

Olovice propped his head on his hand, listening to the witch’s words, and asked, “Why not seek help from the witch you know?”

In this world, Olovice had carefully studied these two similar yet completely different mysterious field personnel. Witches and sorceresses were entirely different races.

The Black Tower Baron dared to brazenly capture wandering witches, but he would never dare to capture a sorceress. Sorceresses were a hundred, no, a thousand times more terrifying than witches. In Olovice’s mind, they had already transcended the concept of being human.

When Olovice first read about the sorceress race, he felt a chill, especially regarding high-level pureblood sorceresses.

They were a very frightening and terrifying long-lived race.

Olovice’s Radiant Spirit was limited. He had to rely on meditation, faith, and potions to increase his power. Witches, alchemists, and sorcerers were the same. They were magic casters and possessors, but sorceresses were the masters of magic!

They were born to be the rulers of magic.

The concepts derived from magic, such as the Holy Spirit, spells, magic power, and the Aether Magic Web, were all branches of magic, just with different names and uses. In terms of magic control, below the true gods were the sorceresses.

Fortunately, sorceresses were extremely rare.

For Lily to encounter such a rare and powerful sorceress, Olovice didn’t know whether to call her lucky or unlucky, because in Hearn, sorceresses were synonymous with disaster.

Not just in Hearn, but people from other continents also feared sorceresses.

Historically, there was once a dream sorceress who wiped out an entire country.

Of course, not every sorceress possessed world-destroying abilities, but even the lowest-level sorceress was stronger than the Red-Haired Witch. With the identity of a sorceress as a guarantee, would the Black Tower Baron really not release her sister?

It’s said that pureblood noble sorceresses could even challenge the church.

“We only met her once. She’s a strange, kind sorceress. I just fed a black cat, and she gave me the materials and method for making a transformation potion,” Lily said, dejected. “But I’m not a herbal witch, and my talent is poor. I never managed to make it. After meeting Grace, I gave her the potion recipe.”

“You mentioned the Black Tower Baron has a sorceress companion. Didn’t you try asking her for help?” Olovice suggested another method.

“That sorceress is a seduction sorceress. She only wants to sleep with the Black Tower Baron and doesn’t want to get involved in this matter,” Lily said. “I even approached the priest in Morito City. I could provide evidence of my and my sister’s innocence, but they completely ignored me. If I hadn’t run fast, I might have been captured too.”

“What about the Order Church? Did you try them?” Olovice asked, referring to the unfortunate church that had its forbidden item stolen. Like the Goddess of Abundance Church, it was a legitimate church in Hearn, mainly responsible for implementing various laws and maintaining social order.

“It’s useless,” the Red-Haired Witch shook her head. “Morito City is full of the Black Tower Baron’s people.”

“Lily, don’t be sad. There will be a way,” Grace comforted her friend.

When Olovice left, he didn’t release Lily from the Radiant Cage.

He couldn’t let this troublesome witch run around freely, as it would bring unnecessary trouble to the teacher, Grace, and even himself.