Chapter 11: The Peasant’s Crusade
Chapter 11: The Peasant’s Crusade
Even though the giant serpent had long since departed, Lothar still felt his heart pounding fiercely. In all his experiences, spanning two lifetimes, he had never witnessed such a terrifying behemoth. "How can a monster of this magnitude exist in this world?"
"It’s not merely a matter of its size," Banu said gravely. "The most terrifying aspect is the immensely powerful magical energy it contains, a force somewhat similar to that of some of my warlock colleagues." In the darkness, a flicker of excitement crossed her eyes. "Could it be a witch?"
"A witch..." Lothar mused. "Shapeshifting magic, perhaps?" Although he had never truly encountered a witch, he had gleaned some knowledge of such witchcraft from epic tales and common rumors.
Banu inquired, "What is that?"
"It’s said that witches can consume potions containing the blood of specific monsters, allowing them to transform into various terrifying beasts to borrow their power. However, they also risk being gradually consumed by bestial natures due to these transformations. Every so often, they involuntarily change into a monster. In fairy tales, the reason Cinderella swiftly left the prince’s sight as midnight approached was because she was a witch skilled in shapeshifting, on the verge of turning into a monstrous creature."
Lothar frowned. "Of course, this is merely my speculation. This world is as unfamiliar to me as it is to you." The original owner of this body had been nothing more than a wealthy country squire.
Banu said softly, "The unknown is what makes things interesting. This could be considered a good thing."
Lothar sighed lightly. "I’d much prefer this world to be of a low-magic level, where you and I could easily dominate and conquer everything. Instead, I have to constantly worry about being silently cursed to death by a witch someday."