A Jealousy-Fueled Disaster! Philippa Brought It Upon Herself!

The pale purple magical glow faded.

Her graceful body lay awkwardly across the narrow oak table, the longsword pressed against her chin.

The oak table in Ailin's room was not large to begin with; it was the kind of small round table that could only hold a plate and a cup.

These days, small items are particularly visually striking.

She struggled to support herself with one hand on a corner of the round table, which was filled with her ample, snow-white breasts. The dark brown edge of the table was deeply sunken, leaving a faint red mark.

Her other hand instinctively covered her chest, but inevitably, due to her ample figure, it revealed glimpses of her breasts.

The crooked black agate jewelry swayed.

Two slender legs, crossed together, hung down and suspended in mid-air, like exquisitely carved jade.

Under the moonlight, her small, reddish toes were hooked up, radiating a translucent luster.

Apart from the black agate necklace lying on her ample bosom, she was completely naked.

"Don't you warlocks change your clothes when you use shapeshifting spells?" Ailin asked.

If he remembers correctly, whether in the original story or the game, Philippa Ehrhardt's transformed owl always wears proper clothes when it's recreated.

Although Sorceress are generally bold, they don't usually have any particular fetishes.

"Transforming from flesh and blood or from physical objects is simple," Philippa Ehrert explained calmly, but her trembling voice betrayed that she was not as composed as she appeared. "But transforming from both together is difficult. Right now, I cannot transform from both at the same time."

"But soon, give me at most another six months, and I will be able to master this advanced skill..."

Philippa Ehrert felt that her words sounded like a sign of weakness, like a child who had lost a game, trying to salvage her lost face by making excuses.

She paused, then looked up, her yellow-brown eyes sparkling with a strange light.

Is it pretty?

She lowered one hand and looked directly into the Witcher's deep blue eyes.

Full and plump, swaying and trembling slightly, her graceful figure is openly displayed in the air.

The black agate stone at this moment resembles a beauty mark at the corner of a beautiful woman's eye, enhancing her charm.

This highly aggressive image instantly made the scents of roses and bay leaves much clearer.

Ailin was also surprised that Philippa Ehrert would be so bold, and his gaze was involuntarily drawn to the only thing moving in the room.

Their bodies froze for a moment.

Although he didn't get married in his previous life, Ailin wasn't inexperienced, nor could he be as shy and evasive as a fourteen-year-old boy.

Instead, he openly admired it for a while and gave a very sincere evaluation. "It's very beautiful."

This made Philippa Ehrert freeze as she tried to stand up. She stared blankly at Ailin, but she couldn't see any lewd desire in those clear blue eyes that resembled a mountain spring.

Ailin understood the somewhat impolite inquiry in Philippa Ehrhardt's eyes, sheathed his sword, and turned his gaze away. "Don't worry, I'm not interested in you."

Not interested... Philippa Ehrhardt laughed in exasperation.

For a Sorceress who was particularly concerned about her appearance, nothing could be more humiliating than this moment.

"I don't recall that the School of the Wolf's witchers were emasculated; that seems to be a specialty of the School of the Bear..."

Philippa Ehrert stopped the spell to summon clothes, angrily jumped barefoot off the oak table, and stumbled and swayed to Ailin, almost twisting her ankle on the table's protruding leg.

"Besides..."

Shouldn't you apologize?

Philippa Ehrert's face was extremely close, her delicate, pinkish nose almost touching Ailin's cheek.

The scorching breath burned my skin.

The intense fragrance of roses and bay leaves assaults every olfactory cell.

"Why apologize?" Ailin instinctively took a step back, but refused to back down verbally.

Philippa Ehrhardt paused for a moment.

Yes, why apologize?

She broke into someone else's house, wanting to give her future client a "little test"...

Being pointed at with a sword is only because she was being deliberately mysterious; the witchers in the temple also happened to be at a sensitive time...

As for her current state, it's all because she refused to back down and instead tried to gain a psychological advantage by teasing a young man experiencing his first love. However, she didn't expect that her psychological advantage would be undermined. The effect was remarkable, but it didn't hurt Ailin but herself.

Even the question of whether Ailin is interested or not is a neutral and subjective term without any negative connotation. To demand an apology for this is simply unreasonable and sophistry.

But...

but...

I'm not interested in you!!!

Philippa Ehrert looked down at the dazzling obsidian-edged peaks, towering like white jade, then glanced at the boy opposite her with a childlike and innocent face...

His face was flushed red, whether from anger or frustration.

"I apologize for being a bit rude just now. The Rissberg Civil Conglomerate is a behemoth to our School of the Wolf, and we cannot let our guard down."

After all, they will still have to work together in the future. Ailin should know when to stop while she's ahead. As long as she recognizes who is right and who is wrong, that's enough. She can't really make her partner sick.

"Do you need any clothes?" Ailin asked gently. "There are a few pieces of underwear in the closet..."

"No need!" Philippa Ehrert waved her hand, took a deep breath, and chanted a few incantations.

A low-cut, tight-fitting hunting outfit appeared out of nowhere on the oak table.

She glanced at Ailin, Ailin was about to turn away and look away.

"No need, anyway, everything that should have been seen and shouldn't have been seen has been seen," Philippa Ehrert muttered.

However, Ailin certainly wouldn't just stand there and watch a lady change clothes.

He took two steps back and turned to look at the amulet that was gently swaying above his head.

A soft rustling sound of clothes rubbing against skin.

"Alright."

Ailin turned around and saw that the Sorceress had changed into a hunting outfit that allowed for easy movement, but the style was bolder than what she had worn during the day.

The lace neckline was extremely low, and the leather was fiery red, making the black onyx on the chest stand out even more.

How did you find me?

In just a few minutes, Philippa Ehrhardt seemed to have adjusted her mindset, her tone even more calm than when she was in the reception hall in the evening and afternoon, as if nothing had just happened.

As expected of a future big shot who will command the winds and rains of the Northern Continent, his ability to adjust his mindset is truly strong... Ailin admired him in his heart.

If it were him, he would never have been able to calm down so quickly.

Of course, this also made Ailin more vigilant.

"The eyes," he said softly, "The owl that Ms. Earhart transformed into had eyes that were hard to ignore, eyes that a real owl could not display."

Philippa Ehrhardt paused for a moment upon hearing this, then touched her eyes with her right hand.

"Just because of your eyes?"

Philippa Ehrert didn't believe this reason; she'd been transforming into an owl for quite some time now.

During her inspection tour of the Northern Continent countries, she disguised herself as an owl several times to investigate, and was never exposed.

Are those skilled sorcerers really inferior to a witcher in recognizing spells?

"Of course, there's also the witcher's intuition, which is hard to explain, but probably..."

Ailin opened his eyes and began to make up nonsense, but Philippa Ehrhardt listened very carefully, as if she wanted to correct the flaws of Transfiguration through his words.

Then, as I listened, I became completely bewildered.

Ailin then changed the subject. "Ms. Erhart, is there something you need from me so late?"

Philippa Ehrhardt, of course, wouldn't say it was to test her future companion's abilities, and said expressionlessly:

"I have already told the dean about it. I will follow you from now on. When the time is right, we will set off for Ban Ade."

"That's it?"

"Of course not," Philippa Ehrert raised her hand to straighten the obsidian on her chest, and said calmly, "The Dean has already submitted the motion to impeach the Rissberg Civil Conglomerate and the Roglides family, and it's going through the process."

"We'll definitely have a result soon, before the Wizarding Conference."

"However, many of the warlocks that the Dean contacted are on our side. In the future, Temeria and the Temple of Melitele will also exert their efforts, so the result should not be bad."

"I figured you must be eager to know this good news as soon as possible, so I'm here to let you know..."

Philippa Ehrert did not mention how she notified the door, or why she disguised herself as an owl instead of knocking openly.

Ailin also tacitly avoided mentioning this point.

Whether Tissaia de Veres actually submitted the proposal or not, Philippa Ehrhardt would most likely not lie even under these circumstances.

At most, Tissaia de Veris had not yet submitted her proposal, and had not even begun contacting warlocks of the same stance.

However, Philippa Ehrert was right; the news did indeed relieve him.

actually.

The most important step in the Rissberg Civil Conglomerate and the Roglides family's scheme to harm the School of the Wolf Witchers was to make a big fuss about it, making the whole story known to everyone.

so.

This is why the Rissberg Civil Conglomerate and the Roglides family are hesitant to act rashly.

Of course, only the current School of the Wolf can achieve this. Given the School of the Wolf's current reputation, public opinion in the Northern Continent will inevitably be on their side.

If this were in the future, when the entire Northern Continent, from top to bottom, is stereotyped as "freaks," "murderers," "child-stealing monsters," and "mutant monsters despised by the gods," and when witchers have a tarnished reputation, this tactic would definitely not work.

However, even if the reputation of the School of the Wolf can still be useful, it will only be effective if it is supported by Tissaia de Veres, Ianna, and Duke Mason to expand public opinion; otherwise, it may even have the opposite effect.

"Does Ms. Tissaia de Veris also have to submit a proposal and go through the procedures?" Ailin asked curiously.

As one of the five most powerful warlocks in the Brotherhood of Sorcerers.

The Rissberg Civil Conglomerate is an organization at the same level, and with Otolan also involved, it's understandable that they are difficult to deal with.

Although the Roglides family has one Intermediate Council member and five low-level council members, making them a top-tier warlock family, they are not even worth mentioning when compared to legendary warlocks like Tissaia de Veris.

The traditional sphere of influence of Aretuza is basically unrelated to the Roglides family, so it is entirely possible to intervene quickly and conduct a direct trial.

This not only saves time and effort, but since they are destined to be enemies, eliminating one faction sooner is equally beneficial for the School of the Wolf and for Tissaia de Veres.

It's certainly much safer than going through a slow process that gives the Rissberg Civil Conglomerate and the Roglides family time to prepare and unite.

"Mentor...the dean is like that, he always values order above all else."

Philippa Ehrhardt shrugged, clearly disapproving of Tissaia de Veres's approach:

"Fortunately, the Wizarding Conference is only a few months away. Even if the members of the High Council are reluctant, they will have to complete the procedures before October and then make a decision at the Wizarding Conference."

The discord between Philippa Ehrert and Tissaia de Veres was indeed foreshadowed.

It is a society that highly values order, even if it is somewhat rigid and harms its own interests, it will still follow traditional morality and established procedures and systems.

Another ambitious individual who only cares about the final result.

Ailin simply nodded and said nothing.

After all, he had long known that Tissaia de Veres valued order extremely highly. In other words, it was precisely because Tissaia de Veres valued order so much that she would risk losing her own interests to speak out for the School of the Wolf.

If you get the benefits, you have to put up with the drawbacks.

As a person, you can't have it all.

After discussing their "serious business," the small house fell into an eerie silence for a few seconds.

Philippa Ehrert and Ailin seemed to be waiting for the other to bring up the next topic, or to end the awkward conversation abruptly.

Philippa Ehrert was driven by jealousy and anger due to Tissaia de Veres's "favoritism".

For a moment, they naturally couldn't find the next topic.

Because the incident happened so suddenly, Ailin had many questions to ask, but thinking about the awkward moment that had just occurred, he had no desire to ask them now.

They have plenty of time to spend together, so let's ask another day.

Therefore, it was time to part ways.

But since this is Ailin's territory, the only one who can leave is Philippa Ehrhardt, the uninvited guest.

Moreover, Ailin had just said that he was "not interested in Philippa Ehrhardt," so kicking him out at this point would be somewhat inhumane.

Tonight's goal has been achieved. PUA should be done in moderation; too much of a good thing can be bad. So he's waiting for Philippa Ahart to say goodbye.

Philippa Ehrert herself knew that waiting for Ailin to speak up and kick her out would only make things worse.

However, perhaps because of the loss she had just suffered, she felt resentful and instinctively resisted ending the night in this way.

So the two stared at each other for quite a while.

"Ms. Ahhart, perhaps..."

Just as Ailin had chosen his words, he broke the silence.

The Witcher's ears suddenly twitched, and he turned his head sharply.

"Tap~ Tap~ Tap~"

Suddenly, the sound of light footsteps came from outside the window.

Ailin paused, stunned. "This is... Lyra?"

"Why is she here too?!"