Chapter 63: A Descending Kick from the Heavens

In the July and August season of the royal capital, chrysanthemums bloom with the dazzling splendor of fireworks.

The Madam President possesses formidable power, and the heels capable of withstanding such force are undoubtedly crafted from special materials.

At this moment, the heel was already broken.

In the silent night, blood flowed profusely. The Miss Fish Killer’s rear end was wedged high up in a tree, while her entire fish-like body hung limply in pathetic misery, eyes glazed and body twitching involuntarily.

As an alchemical creation endowed with a near-immortal physique, sustaining injuries was a regular occurrence for her.

Yet this time...

The angle was entirely wrong, and a cold breeze whistled through her delicate parts.

Furry, brutal, and thoroughly penetrated.

These three elements combined to form a truly bloody crime scene.

The sheer cruelty of it chilled the Stardust Society operatives who had followed Olivia to hunt down the witch, instilling a mysterious sense of awe in the looks they cast toward Ron.

The blond youth himself experienced a tempest of mixed emotions; although the Miss Fish Killer was an enemy, reason and compassion dictated that she should never have been subjected to such horrific torture.

Hey, why are you all looking at me like that? I really only did it to keep her from escaping...

This has nothing to do with me!

Sensing the distrustful gazes of his surrounding colleagues, Ron felt compelled to offer a few words of explanation.

"Madam Olivia, how could you possibly do something so heinous!?"

Olivia, who had been staring blankly at the high-heeled shoe wedged firmly into the rear end, snapped back to reality, her temples throbbing violently.

The villain playing the victim first!

As if you are entirely innocent.

At that moment, the black-haired woman could not help but admire Ron's sheer shamelessness. To lie so blatantly without a single blush, a quickened pulse, or a hint of breathlessness in front of so many people—

Keeping him around her employ was truly a waste of his talents.

"Investigator Grade Three 'Gandalf', shut your stinking mouth!"

"And the rest of you, what are you staring at? You're even more useless than a Grade Three investigator! Hurry up and tie down this... er... this fish, and bring her back for interrogation!"

As the black-haired woman barked her orders, the six Grade Three investigators stationed at headquarters who had not been dispatched to support the kingdom's various branch offices finally snapped out of their stupor.

Have newcomers nowadays really become this terrifying?

Though they could not quite comprehend the combination move executed between the President and "Gandalf", they were nonetheless deeply shocked by the spectacle.

The shark girl struggled fiercely to move her body. Although the agonizing sensation of an inverted and battered rear was entirely foreign to her, the sight of the advancing Grade Three investigators caused her to instinctively lash out at Ron and the others with her tail, which had temporarily been morphed into a "bottom."

"Stay back, don't come any closer!"

With a dull thud, she stumbled to her feet, screaming in panic while defensively aiming her rear end at the surrounding investigators, spraying out jets of blood in a desperate attempt to halt their advance.

Ripples once again disturbed the air, and numerous cracks spread across the snow-white, constantly thrashing rump on the shark girl's back, hinting that at any second, she might tear through this hyper-realistic disguise and escape right before everyone's eyes.

However, how could the battle-hardened Olivia ever afford her such an opportunity?

Taking aim at the vital target precisely the moment the rear end reverted into a tail, the black-haired woman delivered yet another kick.

Since the heel of her right long boot was already broken anyway, she might as well sacrifice the left one too!

"Ah!!!"

In the end, the shark girl could no longer endure it. Madam President's stiletto heel was simply too long, too thick, and too massive, leaving her utterly incapable of mounting any effective resistance.

She could only watch in a daze as her own rear end was kicked dozens of meters away, flying up to get stuck in a tree.

Swish—

Chains engraved with mystical runes bound her securely, yet they were completely incapable of restraining the energetic and relentlessly spirited shark girl.

Even trussed up like a holiday dumpling, she refused to give up, using her razor-sharp teeth to rapidly gnaw through the restraints binding her body.

In the span of a few breaths, she had already wriggled more than half her body free.

"Gandalf."

Seeing how troublesome this alchemical creation proved to be, Olivia arched a delicate brow and beckoned to Ron.

The youth stepped forward obediently, his blue eyes occasionally drifting toward the Madam President's pair of long boots, both of which now lacked their heels. A sudden sense of tightness gripped his lower back, and he instinctively covered his rear end with his hands.

Seeing this, Olivia's mouth twitched, and a surge of exasperation flared within her.

"Stop playing the fool with me here, acting all innocent. I'll deal with you properly once we get back."

"For now, heal this fish's injuries so she stops thrashing around."

The next instant, a golden radiance flared. The Miss Fish Killer's body stiffened completely and froze in place, feeling as though her entire life had just been straightened out once and for all.

***

"Eliminating a powerless, impoverished baroness should be a simple enough task for Lady Number Six."

Charles paced anxiously inside the luxurious carriage.

Although he held absolute confidence in the "shark girl"—one of the cartel's most notoriously infamous inquisitors—

This was already the dead of night, three in the morning, and a full hour had passed since she departed.

"If you don't clock out, the rest of us still need our sleep..."

The cartel executive only dared to murmur a quiet complaint inside the carriage.

As for the possibility of failure, Charles chuckled inwardly, dismissing the thought entirely.

That kind of immortal monster could have her brain dug out entirely and still grow a brand-new one as if nothing had happened.

She feared no curses and death held no terror for her; she operated like an untiring steam engine, capable of instantly escaping using her immortal physique even when confronted by powerful enemies.

Even with the broad horizons afforded to him as a middle-to-high-ranking executive of the Gold Syndicate, he could conceive of no method to control such a monster.

At this thought, Charles shrank his neck and shivered involuntarily.

What kind of cursed weather was this? Why was it growing colder by the minute?

Unable to stop himself from rubbing his hands together, Charles caught sight of a pale blue flame flickering across the glass of the carriage window out of the corner of his eye. His expression shifted drastically in an instant, and he began hammering frantically on the partition window in front of him.

"Quick, drive the carriage!"

Bang, bang, bang!

"What are you standing there for? Get this carriage moving right now!"

"Damn it, do you not want your wages? If you don't get this carriage moving faster right this second, I swear I'll ruin your entire family and throw every last one of you out onto the streets to sleep!"

Panic suppressing a voice filled with terror echoed wildly within the cabin, though it produced no interaction or impact whatsoever with the outside world.

"What are you afraid of?"

Suddenly, a voice of undeniable charm resonated directly behind Charles, causing his entire body to freeze instantly, paralyzed by the sheer lack of courage to turn and face the speaker.

"You... you..." His teeth chattered, unable to articulate a single coherent word for the longest time.

Given his position as a middle-to-high-ranking cartel executive, he naturally possessed numerous channels through which to understand the terrifying nature of the Azure Witch.

Let alone the fact that this witch, who had suddenly appeared six years ago, made it her exclusive mission to oppose their syndicate, assassinating nearly a hundred high-ranking executives up to the present day.

Without exception, these individuals were paragons of their respective fields, the absolute elite among elites, wielding control over the vast flows of wealth circulating within every major administrative district of the Oran Kingdom.

Certain members within the cartel even harbored suspicions that this witch was not a native inhabitant of this continent at all, but rather resembled some stowaway smuggled in from the outside world.

"You seem rather nervous?"

"There is no need to be afraid. I am not going to harm you; I simply wish to ask you a few questions."